𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐬 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐛 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫

➳❥ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

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6 Months Since Birth

The following days went by quickly and before I knew it, six months had passed.

Originally, it was an age where one wouldn't know of the world's sourness or sweetness.

While protected, a baby was fine if it just slept and cried.

But on the inside was the around 30 years old me. It wasn't going to go that smoothly.

Why didn't my palate get reset too, I was troubled with how shitty bad the milk tasted.

Plainly speaking, it was a life or death situation, reason being my only source of nutrients was milk.

An infant who hated milk was the equivalent to an ant hating anteater.

But in the beginning without considering any of those things, I stubbornly rejected it. Cuz, it was gross enough to die.

When it seemed like they would force me, I brandished my hands and feet and resisted.

It wasn't alcohol harassment, but milk harassment! I was being indignant.

But after I (who wouldn't drink milk) learned that the graceful woman, my mother of this lifetime, was declining in health because of my actions, I deeply repented.

Yes, this wasn't milk. This was my means for survival.

With my newfound motivation I drank the bitter liquid.

Drink, drink, drink, "abuー"

I will be a good baby! Chug it, chug!

It's a little out of date, but singing an alcohol song similar to ones used during prohibition and encouraging myself, I sucked in the milk.

Uoohh- While spewing abusive words I drank, gulping it down.

And then inwardly puked.

While I babbled "babu babu" as a complaint, I drank again.

"Oeeh"

My current state was completely like a poor drunkard.

But it couldn't be helped. I'm persevering.

To me, who preferred savoury food over sweets, the taste of a person's skin and the tepid, slightly sweet milk was harsh.

Setting aside those eating habits.

Let's change the topic for the basic information I've gathered little by little during these past six months.

Firstly, this world. It wasn't Japan, and it wasn't Earth either.

The place where I was born was the Yugnar country.

There, magic existed.

Wao! What should I doー So my heart skipped, but it was established that I didn't have much magic power.

In the first place, the magic I was thinking about was on the level where only the King or someone of the upper echelon of nobility could use. How disappointing.

And now information about myself.

My name is Tiariela Norfolk. Norfolk is my house name.

My parents were middle ranked nobility and had no other kids beside me.

With the stipend from the small fief and the country, we lived a slightly wealthier lifestyle than the common citizen.

Mom was 21, Father was 42, and the difference between their ages stood out.

Apparently the doctor had directly told my sickly mother who wished for a child that it would be difficult, but despite that she was determined to give birth.

And the one that was born as if precious was the around 30 me.

Even though she bet her life and gave birth to me, somehow I feel guilty.

With that sort of weak point, I cried as I didn't have many methods to convey negative emotions, and towards that, my Mom asked "what's wrong?" in worry while flustered.

Since I didn't have a choice, when Mom's condition seemed to be good I chose a suitable time to cry.

While thinking "such a baby that can read the mood doesn't exist elsewhere," I appealed that I was favorably growing up.

I tried saying "abu abu."

I tried flapping my hands and legs around while laughing. I tried eating gauze.

I tried yawning as if I was tired. I tried grumbling.

Seeing me, Mom would laugh, so that made me happy.

In that fashion I rapidly grew up, and would soon be welcoming my 5th birthday.

Thank goodness...

Why does time feel longer when you're young?

My 20s, the prime of my life was tumbled by too quickly, but let's set aside this around 30's complaining.

At the party held to celebrate my fifth birthday, I would learn a startling truth.

Because there, as if he could appear on the front cover of a Shota Club Magazine, I met a tiny ikemen.