Everyday, I Fight!

Chapter 2: Baby Tricks.

Lately, the grip of my body seems to fit in correctly and I'm able to roll myself inside the cradle. I'm imbalanced at times when I lose focus and fall off. Truth be told, I still have a hard head in this life, because! Even though I've fallen 5 times already, I'm intact and well.

Rolling in the cradle, maybe, however I can still gain Intel. Especially since I'm an underestimated baby, barely a toddler...

Ah~ the humiliation and pain. Though it is relaxing. Like a holiday.

Some activities of humans in this world have piqued my interests greatly! Though they don't have manga or television, they have magic and gadgets! Of course, even in this world, there are realists and artists!

Realists are the major of society and they maintain most of the law in society here. Artists are the titles given to those who explore, configure, or embed new magic skills. So, basically, not everybody is born with power, neither is everybody born with the ability of harvesting all parts of the power they get.

Only a handful of individuals have that kind of ability. The ratio being 1:1000. Tough Luck.

Apparently, Helen, an elder sister of Carmine had just recently gained the ability of a Fire Mage and had been bestowed by a title.

Titles, in this world come in two forms, one as the birth of a mage at the age of 10. Two, being married into the royal families.

The country of Felue consists of five kingdoms. They form a council every decade or so to discuss foreign relations and internal affairs. How shrewd.

Basically the twist of this world is that - "Everything must remain beautiful despite the twists and slip ups!"

It's an invitation to the bad guys that even if you're wrong, as long as you don't mess up and its beautifully done, you've got your clean slate...! How utterly ridiculous.

Urgh... or am I just overthinking this?

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"Oh, crap! Why now!?" I thought to myself.

A sudden cold chill ran down my spine and indicated that urgently needed a new set of diaper. As my mind went blank, I felt a disgusted gaze pierce through me. What was that?

"I wonder why you always do this!" My mother looked at me with a playful pout, "Next time you don't listen to Mama and be naughty, you'll have punishment~~"

Was it my imagination that her eyes sparkled at the mention of punishment...?

She began humming a lovely melody as she gently took me inside and changed my diapers. How lucky I was to have two cradles all to myself. One outside in the living room and the other in the Baby Room.

Currently the Baby Room was my room. I had it all to myself! Having an insane amount of siblings finally paid off! I wonder why people bicker about being an only child is better...??! I enjoy my life quite so-so, to speak.

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I wake up to myself full of drool. I wonder when I dozed off...?

As I wipe my mouth with my tiny arms, the drool sticks like glue and instead of tidying up, I become more tangled in it like being in a spider web.

Hesitantingly, I move to the corner of the cradle, panting while I hold tightly onto my grip.

"Mama~n~" a voice shouts in the dark room, "run away baby!"

Suddenly I lose my balance while trying to sit straight and automatically roll to the other end of the cradle, utterly surprised.

I stop to stare at the figure above me feeling frightened. Like the Dracula could've been much better a choice... my mother picks me up.