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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Reincarnation.

Where am I?

I'm feeling very warm and my body is floating in an unknown and very dark place. Have I died?

I'm just 17 years old student who just enrolls in a university. There is not anything remarkable in my entire life, my parents divorced since I was very small. I can not move without help from other people or a wheelchair since my legs don't have anything under my knees. The last thing I remember is after finishing my entrance exam test, I went home and I fell from my wheelchair while crossing the street, and then I see a high truck in front of my eyes.

Maybe I have died at that moment. Right now I can't move my body, I see nothing in this dark, warm and wet place. I keep floating and wonder if this is where people go to after their death or another bullshit thing that a 17 years old teen can imagine. After a very long time, I feel I'm being put out of this place, I can see the light from a hole I'm being moved through. Finally, my body is covered in light.

- He is a boy, Milady.

I see two women wearing maid costumes, are they cosplaying? I look at my body. 😕Huhh, why is my body so small? I am a baby?! Is this reincarnation that is common in online novels. Can not control myself, I tries to get used to breathing the air and cry.

- Look, Mycella, he doesn't have his legs.

The maid who is carrying me whispers the other. What? Even if I'm reincarnated I can't have a healthy and full body.However, the other maid seems doesn't care and try to do something.

-Milady, are you awake, please say something.Isabela, she is not breathing.

The first maid- whose name is Isabela check the woman who seems to by my this life mother.

- It's too late, her heart has stopped to beat. Bearing a child is too much for a woman who is having a deadly disease like her.

She carries me out of the room and hands me to a man, who must be my this life father, he is a tall, muscular man with several scars on his face. I see the desperation in his eyes, from his clothes I guess he is noble, so losing your wife and learning your son is a cripple is definitely not pleasant for a man to endure. After struggling for a while, he hugs me and says I am his heir. Anything else is too much for the body of a baby to remember, I fell asleep and just like that, my second life begins.

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The news of the death of lady Fortuna and before she gives birth to a cripple, who is named as the heir of house Fortuna, has reached every single corner of the Allenstein Kingdom. Most people think this is the end for house Fortuna since if its heir can not fight while being born in the house of warriors and protect the kingdom from Beastmen raiders, the King will definitely renounce its claim and grant it to other nobles right after the current house head die.

In a city near the shore, inside a high white tower, a man wearing mysterious clothe get into the room on the top of the tower and inform a woman:

- Milady, everything is not as we expected, although being poisoned, this woman still succeeds to give birth to a child.

Woman: -But he is still a cripple, right? We can wait to the death of that asshole William and convince the king to give me Iceland. He is over 50 already and I hear rumor that he is suffering from his injury fighting with Beastmen. We have time, we can wait.

- Yes milady, but isn't it wiser to send assassins to kill him right now.

- No, if he is killed now, the king will suspect for sure, and our little birds say that Khal Kjartan of Heathen Kingdom is preparing for an invasion of our kingdom through Iceland, so we need him to fulfill his duty as the Shield of the Kingdom. We need an opportunity to seize control of Iceland and if we seize that land now its people will not follow us, we need an official announcement from the king. And although Duke Pyrell managed to convince him to limit his support to House Fortuna, the king won't listen to anything about renouncing them. So we just wait for now.

- As you wish, my lady.

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