Emily Hunts Monsters

wned by the Langham family, right? Emily? Are you listening to me?”

“Ah…”

My aunt’s familiar voice reached my ears.
When she turned to the side, Aunt Marilyn frowned.

“You dozed off again, didn’t you?”

“What day is it today?”

My aunt was a middle-aged woman with a rather plump physique.
As the older sister of my father who passed away a long time ago, she was fond of me.

“Why are you suddenly asking about the date?” But then she grumbled that today was May 14th.

“…It’s the fourteenth?” I stood up.

“Hey, Emily! What’s wrong with you?”

Ignoring her words, I looked for the nearest clock.
I found a grandfather clock that looked more than one hundred years old.
It was 10 A.M.
Good.
I’m glad.

I, Emily Carter, will never die.
Strictly speaking, I return to a time before I died.
After more than a decade of experience, I realized there was a price to pay.

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I forget something important. I remember something I’ve forgotten, usually a terrible memory.

What I remember or forget wasn’t up to me to decide.
After I found out about this, I made a habit of keeping a detailed diary of my day’s work.
If I go back to the past, any records of that future will disappear.
It was meaningless… but obsessively keeping a diary was the only way I make myself feel at ease.

Also, the past I return to after death is random.
Usually, it went back at least a day which gave me room to change the future.
Yet I only returned to the time of just a few hours ago.
That meant I can change the future without going too far back.
I began to listen to my aunt again.

“…Anyway, Mr.
Henry is a wonderful man.”

“I see.”

“Even though he’s very popular, he’s only dated a handful of women.
I suppose you don’t have to worry about cheating?”

“I guess.”

Aunt Marilyn continued to talk for a long time.
To cut to the chase…

“He’s the first man you’ve met who wants to propose to me?”

“Yes.
I don’t know why such a man would marry you.”

I heard it was because he liked my novel.
I remembered what Mr.
Henry said before I returned, but I had yet to answer my aunt’s question.

“What are you going to do?”

What do you mean? You already made the appointment ahead of time.
Unlike before my return, I decided to go along with her plan without complaining.

“See you.”

“If you’re… What?” Aunt Marilyn stared at me with widened eyes.
Judging from that reaction, she thought I’d say no.

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“Didn’t you want me to meet him?”

“Yes, but… Is something wrong? Will the sun rise in the west tomorrow?” Excited, my aunt sprang from her seat.
“Oh, I must tell Mr.
Henry at once.”

“…You already arranged our meeting.”

“Oh, how could I…”

The first time I met Mr.
Henry, I was furious that Aunt Marilyn made an appointment with him and didn’t tell me.

Then, she had said, “It’s for your own good.
Do you think I’m doing this because I like you? It’s all because of your damn late husband who…”

Cursing Randolph was part of her daily routine.

In any case, my aunt was busy for an hour.
It was typical of her to ask the maid if we were ready to welcome guests.
She often yelled at them to throw away normal tea leaves and bring out new ones.
My aunt had a problem with my clothes, so I dressed myself from head to toe again.
I looked good enough.
Finally, the person in question arrived.

“Mr.
Henry Jekyll has arrived!”

Aunt Marilyn tilted her head to the side when she heard our visitor’s name.
“I thought Henry Langham was coming today…”

“He’s Mr.
Jekyll, Auntie.” I recalled what Mr.
Henry told me before I returned.

“You may call me Jekyll, Miss Emily.
My friends often call me by a nickname, my middle name to be exact.”

“His full name is Henry Jekyll Langham.”

Yes, he’s that character you’re thinking of right now.
On the surface, he’s a perfect gentleman no matter the place.
However, at night, he wanders through the back alleys of London as Edward Hyde.

Henry Jekyll was here to win my heart.