My beloved carefree days came to an end with my mother's nonsensical words.

"When Mama was standing on a street corner- I was worrying, "He's going to be born any minute, what should I do?" But then a super cool fencer in a taxi kindly let me ride with him, and he tried to comfort me by saying, "A child that gets through the summer will grow strong, so giving birth in July is a blessing. In the village I grew up in, July is called Yuuri." And because he had such a refreshingly sweet smile, I immediately decided to make it his name. So Ruri-chan, even though your Papa works at the bank, never think that your brother is named after "interest" or "profits"!

Right? Isn't it cute? He's Yuuri because he's born in July, isn't it dreamy? Doesn't it seem like something beautiful from a girl's manga? Yuuri. Ah, it's wonderful, I feel sparkly."

I broke out into a cold sweat in comparison to my father who just sweat-dropped at mother's usual antics. "A handsome man in a cab?" I muttered to myself. Somehow that setting seemed rather familiar, as there was a light tug on my memories like something half-forgotten rising to the forefront of my brain.

"Shibuya...Yuuri... Can't be..." I muttered under my breath. Nope! There was no way that I was reborn in a light novel/anime. It's just a coincidence I tell you! A coincidence!

...But- I looked to my mother and father. My older brother was standing beside me, staring up at our younger brother cradled in dad's arms.

It couldn't be... could it?

Hi, the name's Shibuya Ruri.

... I know, my mother has a thing for rhyming names. Shouri, Ruri, and Yuuri. All three siblings' names rhyme. It's like a joke.

I remember asking my dad why he let mom choose our names. The man that was our father had laughed sheepishly and told me that as the mother who bore us, she had the first claim to the names of the children.

... The only thought that arose in my mind at that response was that my father was so whipped. It was obvious to me that mom was clearly the one who was wearing the pants of the relationship.

But never mind that.

The thing is... I have a secret. A deep dark secret that I've kept from my family for years- since my birth actually.

I remember a life before this one. Well, if that was all there was to it, then I would've admitted such a secret to my parents by now. But what made this secret impossible to tell was something else entirely... That the world that we currently lived in was a fictional story in my past life.

Yeah... try telling someone that, you'd likely get admitted to a psychiatric hospital. How would I even go about telling them that anyway? Hi mom, hi dad. I remember a past life, and in that life you were fictional characters of a light novel?

...

Well, I could probably just tell them about remembering a past life. If I remembered right, that sort of thing wasn't an improbable occurrence, if not unusual, around here. Cough cough *The Great Sage* cough.

Anyways, this is my story. A girl who was born between two brothers who would later go on to become the Maou of two worlds.

... If my older brother is going to become the Maou of Earth and my younger brother the Maou of Shin Makoku, then just what was I born here to do?

Born into a rather ambiguous position, I inwardly complained about my needless insertion into this story.