“Congratulations, Lady Sheryl. Your son has been born safely,” a serene voice echoed in the room, soft yet firm.
“Thank you, priestess,” the woman’s voice, though filled with exhaustion, carried warmth.
“Well then, I will call Sir Glacius and take my leave.”
“So soon?”
“Yes, there’s another patient waiting for .”
“I see… Once again, thank you.”
As the door clicked shut, I opened my eyes.
A wooden ceiling. An unfamiliar scent of herbs and wood. A soft, muffled warmth around .
It’s real.
The conversation with Goddess Libertas flashed through my mind.
I have been reincarnated.
At first, I hesitated. After everything I had been through, trusting anyone—even a goddess—was not easy.
And yet…
When I learned that this world was one of swords and magic, I imdiately accepted her offer.
A magical world!
Sothing I had only seen in ani and novels—a place where the impossible could beco reality. Even though I knew reality might be crueler than fantasy, even though the thought of facing another life of suffering haunted —
I still wanted to try.
I turned my head slightly, my movents weak and clumsy, but enough to glimpse the woman beside .
My mother?
She looked young, perhaps in her early thirties, though exhaustion lined her face. Even so, her beauty was undeniable. Her golden-blonde hair shimred under the dim candlelight, her crimson eyes soft with warmth as she gazed down at . Dressed in light blue sleepwear, she seed delicate, yet strong.
Then, the door creaked open.
A tall man entered the room, his movents controlled, yet hurried. He wore a brown casual shirt paired with black pants. His navy-blue hair was slightly disheveled, his calm blue eyes gleaming with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
Except… there was a hint of red around his eyes. Had he… been crying?
“Dear, co here. Look at our son. He’s so cute,” my mother called out to him.
So… this man is my father?
He smiled as he approached, his voice gentle yet firm.
“Yeah, he’s just as cute as you.”
“Oh geez… You smooth talker, you always catch off guard.”
“I’m just telling the truth.” He shrugged slightly, then added, “But I’m glad he’s a boy. You’ve always wanted a son, haven’t you? You look so happy despite being exhausted. I’m so happy seeing you like this.”
“Of course! He’s our first son. But I’m also happy with our two daughters. You looked so happy when they were born.”
So… I have two sisters in this life.
My father chuckled, then his expression softened.
“Rather, you say you’re happy… but it looks like you just cried. Did sothing happen?” My mother asked him.
“Ah… yeah.” He rubbed his eyes slightly, glancing away. “It’s nothing bad. Just… when the priestess told we had a son, I got emotional.”
“Fufu… You talk so smoothly, even when you’re lying.”
“Haha… seems I can’t fool you, huh?” He scratched his head.
“Of course not. I know you too well.” She smiled, though she didn’t press further. “And I know you are lying for my good, right?”
“Yeah, sorry, I will tell you later when your condition improves. You are still exhausted now, so you should take a rest.”
“Yes, dear.”
A warm, intimate mont.
I should feel happy.
And yet—
A sharp, unpleasant pang twisted in my chest.
The way they spoke. The way they teased and understood each other without words.
It reminded of her.
The one I called Sunshine.
She used to smile at like that. She used to laugh, tease, and call Moonlight.
If she hadn’t betrayed …
If she had stayed with —
Could we have beco a couple like them?
Could we have been happy?
Pain flared inside .
Before I realized it, tears stread down my face.
“Hwaaa… Hwaaa…”
My mother gasped. “Oh my, are we too noisy? Yosh, yosh, don’t cry. Mommy’s here.” She stroked my chest gently, her touch soothing.
My father chuckled. "Guess I should leave so you two can rest. Oh right, I have an idea for his na. I’ll tell you once our daughters get back ho.”
He played with my tiny hands for a mont before leaving the room.
But I wasn’t paying attention.
Because I was panicking.
Then—
A voice echoed in my mind.
Cold. Emotionless. Completely devoid of warmth.
【Processing query. Analyzing psychological state.】
A brief pause. Then—
【Analysis complete.】
【Current condition: Master’s ntal resistance is underdeveloped. Emotional stability is fragile. Minor negative stimuli result in automatic distress response.】
…Huh?
I froze.
Soone—no, sothing—was speaking directly into my mind.
… And it called Master?
A-Anyway… At least I’m still a baby, so crying like this isn’t embarrassing.
But I don’t want to make my new mother worry. I have to calm down.
My mother is not like that traitor!
She loves her husband. She cherishes her family.
I should be grateful to be born as her son.
…Huh.
I actually feel calr now.
Ah, I should close my eyes too, so she can rest properly.
“Fufu… Are you tired after crying? Let’s sleep together now,” my mother said, smiling warmly.
Good. She thinks I’m sleeping. Now she can relax.
That ans I can finally deal with this.
I tried to communicate with it through my mind.
【Query acknowledged. Retrieving identification data.】
【Process complete.】
【Designation: Azadia. Classification: Angel under Goddess Libertas’ service. Primary function: Assigned to assist and guide Master.】
Right.
Libertas ntioned she would assign a helper.
So it’s the one, an angel.
But if it’s an angel, doesn’t that an it’s above in rank? I’m just a human.
So… why does it call ‘Master’?
I pushed that question aside for now.
There were more urgent things to ask.
【Processing…】
【Analysis complete.】
【Conclusion: Master’s physical form is underdeveloped. Energy reserves are minimal. Emotional distress amplifies physical fatigue.】
【Affirmative. Physical recovery rate is dependent on nutritional intake and rest cycle efficiency.】
【Correct.】
Well… nothing I can do about that.
【Recomndation: Enter sleep mode. Projected recovery ti: Minimal.】
【Closing inquiry.】
【…Have a nice dream.】
…Huh?
That last part sounded slightly different.
Not exactly warm, but…
Almost like sothing I yearn about.
When was the last ti I heard the words ‘have a nice dream’ directed at ?
As I just felt a bit happy, my exhaustion took over—pulling into sleep.
A few hours later, hunger jerked awake.
My stomach felt empty. I needed food.
I glanced around, spotting my mother sitting next to , reading a book.
She noticed my movent imdiately.
“Oh? The little one is awake? Fufu… Mommy’s on a mission! I’ve been gathering picture books your sisters used to read. I’ll read them to you when you’re big enough.”
Picture books? That’s great, but not what I need right now.
I needed food.
And I only had one way to communicate that.
"Hwaaa… Hwaaa…” I started crying, hoping Mom picks up on my hunger vibes.
She gasped. “Oh my, are you eager to grow up? Then you must eat a lot. Wait a mont.”
There’s a slight misunderstanding, but it’s okay as long as she gives food!
She shifted slightly—then, to my absolute horror, she started taking off her clothes.
W-Wait.
I froze.
W-What are you doing!?
"There, there. Here’s food for you. Eat a lot so you can grow big faster."
I wanted to scream.
Right. I forgot—I’m a baby. This is normal.
And yet—
I have the mind of a 25-year-old man.
If I were still in my old body, I’d be thrilled to have a woman like her in front of .
But she’s my mother!
This is humiliating!
I wanted to resist.
But hunger won.
Ugh… At tis like this, I wish I had the simple mind of a real baby.
With the deepest reluctance, I accepted my fate.
As I ate, only one thought ran through my mind:
I swear, I’d rather be dead.
And so, I did the only thing I could—
I went back to sleep.
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