[Part 1]
Few months had pass since my wish were granted. For an unknown reason I was to become a baby. An oversight but I had to review this muse for a second.
I'm sure this might be somebody dream to lived on second life again. Fortunately enough, the person was me. But I still didn't know how I could remember my past and has mentally stayed the same.
Well, I guess that'll be aside for awhile, anyway.
Firstly, I was granted my wish and reborn into brand new family. My "father" is an outlaw of sort, I guess if you put in perspective he's a quite talented guy, watching from distance by window, he was doing some amount of hard exercise everyday, then cut into swinging a wooden sword over and over again.
I'm guessing...am I in another world state apprise only of medievalist style? I've read lots of light novel and manga, one of my favorites probably started off the familiar as me, but instead a NEET got turn into blonde inside medieval terrain.
From my observation, though, as dated as my father practice was. In my house itself was completely different story, it had electricity and fairly working ceiling fan, bolt of light without cable and leather couch.
Couch fits with leather skins, and I'm sure carpet they had install was polish on care. Right, this is total conversion. Upon the ghetto, the house isn't looking far different from what I've seen and quite huge as well. I assumed, it is actually a manor, there's second floor and decorations were pretty basic in such design.
The house extend to both wing, perfectly middle symmetrical cross. Apparently, it's loaded with unused rooms mostly at the second floor. If you gone near manor's lower half, you'll fine dining room sets for large cast.
But by seeing this place several months already, clearly they're lacking with people. The front yard is an open field wasn't too wide I estimate like looking onto four japanese classroom combine.
Lining obtuse with flower trees showered along a rocky path towards the entrance. Tree closed fencing around it, and farther away was silhouettes of small hamlet.
This was luxurious manor located outside nearby village. Sure, I'm in for it but...secondly there's no maid at all, nonetheless, this manor stays clean. I'm not sure how but, as I look at my mother one thing wholly plain outward. She's the one doing all chores alone.
She'd wake early in order to prepare breakfast, afterwards, heading route against the entire place. Once I seen my father whispered to her, I wouldn't quicky catch what it is. Peeking over her, she'd went gardening in the day, in afternoon she has to clean our dinning hall.
Intelligibly, she isn't going to wipeout this house as one whole, she'll neglected part that isn't used for time being. One room in our second floor, was prohibited by my parent, mainly my father.
But well, as I mentioned it, it isn't as if I'm gonna get much inside this new world yet. Aside from the electricity, there nothing sort labeled as an internet.
Harsh, and also crude.
Hah, focus! your second chance through life start! if I'm just slacking and ended up being a freeloader. It'll become my second failure. There's no way of backing track.
I'm going to live through this one meticulously as I can. Then, maybe I could stumble across dozen of opportunity. Roundly appreciate my life and doing the best.
Few weeks in here had made me break another realization, that being all I had as an entertainment was reading. My time back then, I kept abusing my internet, I would done so much horrible shit in there. But I've left it. Nothing worthy of respect.
Yet I'm still an infant here. trying to reach or even read one of two sentences will definitely blamed my mind for awhile. But, I'm up for things that's far away. Maybe if I learn about a thing or two.
I'm gonna become a genius in no second, swimming inside the rich mindset. I'm already perfect by my rewarded life. Hah, surely I'll have my thoughts imaginative blew people away.
Occasionally my mom would took me to her library on one of the room in the second floor. There's thousand stakes of book, covering each rack layer.
There were perpendicular facing left, she has tons and all mean was fascinating to glance upon—if you're a book worm—I am for sure, for a roller coaster.
And so, from there I knew where to seek for books. What better book to start with? I'll try answering my thoughts later. I could get some useful from my mental state, with developed brain of 17 year's old boy inside of a baby, it's pan out much easier.
That said, my mother would bring me to our library now and then. I've planned every corner of it, by assumption, to the right rack were a spam of love novels. Since my mom, would read almost everyday.
She's very deep into whilst reading. Probably cause it's need your full attention but you could always re-read.
Whatever the reasoning was, I wasn't going to argue with my mother approach anytime soon. At least, let me learn first before executing the plan.
But in a particular situations, it might not work. To make sure I'll have chance to grab one of her book without her noticing, this plan have to be precisely complicated but easy-to-follow.
Or maybe I could just asked her, but that doesn't seem right. Why would a child ask their mother to borrow some books to read. Retrospective, she will perhaps, in awe of her son's intelligence.
That could've done in 100%, more so than my plan will. But in terms this is a different world after-all, varied from culture and view point.
Since I'm not sure if having prodigy child is somewhat defies courtesy, my only option open to grab was planning.
On aforethought, latter planning would've become troublesome for me. So, I should get some base in the areas pin point. Not to mention, aspect as in reaching the book, how heavy it was. And the exact location.
This other world, do they have magic? like mana or the kinda harry potter stats, maybe like those generic Isekai I used to read back then.
Should I try it out, it'd levitate my blueprint on upper level. But it does sounds sorta bad idea, learning magic to get other magic books. At that rate, heck I'd probably didn't have to...again, for my benefits, I'll have to do it either way.
My mother brought me—on her arm—along to our bedroom, once we entered she left a dismal sigh. Then, she carry me to the baby coat, And lay me down.
I took one glance on her face. She didn't have any smiling expression wears. Single straight look, not sorrowful nor happy, but melancholy. My voice slipped out.
By now I could've understand their language, for the most part.
"Ah—" My arm reach out to her.
"What is it? Oh, Lutheran," She pull her mouth up, compare to my hand her's finger is bigger. I couldn't even seize hold of hers, "Don't you just be the cutest there is? You look cuter than your father was, you know your father? Gälia Kiflee, me, Maria Zenith."
"Ah–" No, not really contrast to my old-self.
Gälia Kiflee and Maria Zenith. Whatta name, so my name was probably Lutheran Kiflee—or Zenith.
"Aw, whsat mwy nawme? that's right...your mommy. He he he," She fold behind on her bed.
Normally baby would've cry on this occasion but I don't want to over due my mother with work. She weary-dead.
"Lutheran... I'm sorry if I'm not ***** the ***** for you. I can't really do much better than cleaning. ****** and he is ******* to make sure you *****. I'm here to **** you too."
What is she saying? Some kinda advice or I don't know, stress sentences? Possibly. Well, mother no need to worry about me, I'm going to become strong.
"Lutheran, promise me, be *****"
Uh, whatever that meant I'm sure it's something positive.
[Part 2]
As I said, the plan is simple. But executing at would be a pain in the arse. And it was before, one thing happened.
One year since, my mother health was inclining each days. She was coughing lots lately, and we've notice it. Suddenly, one day, while my father was practicing his swordmanship and me watching from the window.
A clear shattering glass noice echoes throughout the manor, coming from lower back's manor. It shook us, and quickly distracted by, my father burst the door.
Our glance meet and he picked up me in dash.
He carried me along, and we rush towards the back floor. Whereabout my mother was, she's laying on the ground.
Her body as if lifeless husk, died in middle road.
Ah...Ah!? should I—Should I do something!? Mom!! Fuck! I need to do something.
My father put me on the table nearby, he proceed hunch over my mother. Then, with both his arm wrapped around her, forcibly using his strength to lift her.
Seen next to me was couch, he soothingly rest her from head before her body. Slowly, then he place back hand palm on her forehead.
His face was fret displayed. Usually, he wears a smile of laughter everytime, like he'd laugh at any given jokes. But he's erratic now.
I wasn't sure what to do, this lady is my mother. And here I was unable to act, argh...she care for me, unlike them. So either don't do single thing or die.
"Maria, you're sick."
"I'm fine...just headache, that's all."
"Gallalia— No, it isn't like you're fine at all, please just stop working for awhile okay—,"
Feeling light headed, I was surely planning on jumping from the table. But fuck it, you know? if I'm not going to breath then be it.
Thump—
My head bang the floor, it isn't hard but does shaked this baby bald head a bit too hard. Suddenly, I was grabbed; my father had more serious expression.
He's probably going to do it. I didn't behave well, so I'll accept this.
"Luth! Are you okay? Mh?" Huh? I thought...
"Ah—"
I thought you'd get mad at me.
"Ah, please...Maria, I'll grab some water okay?"
And together we push through the kitchen and searching for a glass, and pour some water inside. Before returning back.
I sat on Gälia lap, and peering Maria with him. She has come down for now. At least, she aren't in horrible fever or anything worse case. Akin to what we've done, she's resting on the couch.
Her hand hold dearly to Gälia's, not separating sooner or later; a glue sticking both object. I avert away from that.
It isn't as if I'm disgusted, but I was just feeling awkward seeing people touching each other—in real time—no the other web.
Though, times like this, I supposed you'd need that in order to sustain company. If not, you could've fallen asleep dreaming in nightmare. And there's nobody to wake you up.
So neither do I believe what I've said, it was metaphor.
Gälia bailed his mouth, wanting to say something but he flinch back and forth. I was getting quite annoyed by his body keep tailing me from behind. How you aren't paying attention on your son? damn this man.
Zenith on the other hand, was half conscious, and half asleep. her eyes heavy but still gapped to see around, though, I doubt she sees much.
"Can you mail her...already?" Maria said.
"Argh, I can do all the chores alone." melancholic subbed Gälia.
"I can't take you serious on that."
"You should've, no need to call her, okay?" He chuckle; something's holding back.
"Making excuses again? Gälia, nothing wrong with her, what's up?"
"We have more than enough people in this house."
"But no now, right?"
"No, because it still was."
"Alright-Alright, one week, I gave you—one week—to proves that you could handle chores around this house." Maria pinky promised him.
And so with that, Gälia was househusband for one week or till my mother healed. But incense, if this world was to fire magical properties at me, then there's no way she's sick.
Or—Gälia isn't great maneuvering magics. But, well, it setlist the plan cost at higher rates. My chances are bombing down.
This was sure one heck of a mess, as I tasked to kept company for Maria. Since it'd probably land more smoothly rather than having me playing encircled tile's manor. So, he does make correct decisional pathway.
And so, every morning he'd woke early before right clock. Allowing him to settle down what breakfast we should had.
Latter, pinning his routine short, as then he'd continue flourishing our garden like mom usually does. I'd say, 8.5/10, could've made worsen its appearance but he finished at remarkable dent.
Cleansing brushed dusty vases and shelves. Tattered sparkle, those cabinets too, holy—Might I say he's into something—And pleasing my mother.
Actions, [10/10].
Cleanse, [9.5/10].
Cook, [5.8/10].
His cook wasn't that bad, but there's vast amount he'll have improve by doing this everyday, though, it's only for one week. So, I can't expect much.
Results: B-
My old family would've joyously celebrate and ranting about it, not often.
Comment:Nice try, keep it up!
[Part 3]
It tastes like socks boiled potatoes. Seriously, disgusting, but I can't complain. Indeed, he was fully trained into one heck of househusband.
From wiping the floor, to fetched web's dust over the painting frame.
He has done decent job at keeping this places tidy. But...forego my praises, he's terrible at cooking. Oftentimes, I saw he thrown a bunch of spices in the pot.
Same method used by my Maria, and my old mother. Once, I was just looking at her cooking fried rice, she would've throw the ingredients in regardless of amount. She'll never seen with cooking recipes.
Well, mother power's I guess.
Also, Maria was doing the same. But, I've already answered—mother instinct—over 999999% pass Goku's! He couldn't ever cook in the first place!
Huh, maybe I should learn to cook, sounds handy. Like if I ever needed meal without asking my parents. They wouldn't mind possibly.
Updating, Maria was getting better. She was just in stress due to overloaded work, but I think that's just me being the burden. Ah, I really didn't have respect manner towards them.
I need to, for the better future. Not that will secured me one nice family dynamic, no, in case I just didn't want the same thing happens.
We're at the kitchen table. Sat accumulated at the long table's edge. Aren't it isn't enough, we are consuming weird ass food.
But that didn't really stray me. It was mom questions, with loathed in them.
"From now own, we'll have one more person staying."
Gälia drop his spoon.
"Ah!? you didn't mean."
"of course not, but I told her to send us one maid."
Damn, I was born in particularly wealthy family. No, more so an hierarchy of certain royalist. That'd explain why we housing manor instead of some European architecture.
I could just ask whatever I wanted without the needs of getting scolded. Very neat.
"We don't need more people inside this house, even maid."
"What's wrong with that? Gälia, benefits you'll have too—Don't you think you also need some rest?"
"I'll have once this week is over."
"Then, if I get sick again?"
"That's "if" you get sick, but by the time I've already cover you."
"That's why!"
"What are you saying!?"
They're fighting again. Honestly, I'm not new to this performance. So, I'm not going to overeating nor do anything, I've no real power over them.
Both then exchange look, they shot glance at me.
Maria sigh, she proceed to pick me up. And brought me away from the dinner. Well, mom I'm not finished yet but I guess you guys were.
Over on the second floor, we head towards her library. We entered and goes for our table. Where she sat me down upon.
But clearly something's off.
She took left turn and went shopping her book. Left? why'd she taken left sides? Notably if my assumption was wrong then there's no way I'll have magical book anytime soon.
Ah! I'd have to consume her romance novels!
She returned with few stake of books before her arms. Noticably different than her other's, it was more washed out with color. Gradient puzzled by dark hue. Looking very scary.
"Luth, you're now going to learn élan."
"Ah?"
What are you doing? To a baby? Learning? LEARNING?! Wait—wait, I think I've missed few chapters here.
Can we go back? because I don't think about learning happening in my plan.
And so, élan is my point. I'll have to get something magical first. Wherever it was, I'll find it. But for now, to make believe Maria in me, whatever's élan so be it then...
Before that, a maid arrived today.