No matter how Lady Rithea sees it, her only son was born different from others.
After failing multiple times to conceive a child with the man her homeland she was offered to, Rithea was heavily stressed in protecting her position in this foreign land.
Yet after years of waiting, and as if a reply from the gods, a child was blessed to her.
His husband, Lord Cresos, rejoiced that he even set a three-day festival to celebrate the great news.
During her labor, a small little baby boy was born on her.
But there seems to be something wrong. The infant was too silent and did not cry. The lead midwife did her best to make it cry by hitting it gently but that only sent shivers through her whole body. The baby she hold hanging upside down glared at her!
As soon as she passed it to another maid servant present, she run to the hallway and shouted that a monster was born from the lady.
In an instant, a sword swing through her neck. A Zeian templar beheaded her. This man was the younger brother of Lady Rithea, one of the prominent Templar Commander, Sir Aldeo of Zeia.
In contrast to the midwife's words, he threatened the assistant maid servant to announce this to the public;
"The new dawn smiles upon the land of Anbiels! The child loved by the gods was born!"
To these words, the citizens were delighted and rejoiced and festivities continued for another two days.
Greon's POV
I finally see some light...
After dying on the hands of Barbarian general, I felt like falling deep on a shallow sea. Without drowning, it felt like an eternal slumber.
"My lady! Push, push more!" a voice of an old lady echoes on my ears.
"It's finally out! Milady, its a boy!"
"Head midwife, the lady passed out."
"But what's wrong with the kid? Its not cryin'!"
Blech! I feel like vomitting. Why do you have to carry me upside down?! How dare this monstrous giant! But why does it feel that rather I became smaller-
Ouch!
"Try hitting it more, Head midwife."
"He's not really crying."
How dare you!!
"Ahhhh!!! Take this moster! He glared at me! He really glared madly on me!"
Such a coward. She run out.
"Where are you going, Madam?!"
*Swoosh!
Woah, her head sent flying.
"No one saw the head midwife. You! maid, the commander wants to talk with you," the guard ask for the maid warning everyone present to keep their mouth shut.
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(One Year later)
[At the Lady Rithea's Residence]
This situation is rather frustrating.
I, the great commander of the Coalition that faced the monstrous barbarians of South is here lying on a crib, unable to move, speak nor walk.
"Wow, the young master is so good and fast"
"Ba! baba-paba-ba!" (Shut it! How dare you look down on me, bow this instant!)
All I could do here is crawl and make this pitiful and frustrating sounds.
The door on the room opens.
"Here you are again being cute and feisty. Come here." coming from the lady who entered the room.
Finally she's here. The girl who always shove my face on her bosom.
"Here's your milk. Do you really prefer cow than you own mother? You make this mother of yours sad." she complained asking why I hate her breastfeeding me and choses to drink cow milk.
Well, if I could say it directly on her, it's pretty creepy to imagine myself, a grown man+1 year as infant, doing that.
But as I have no choice, I need to work really hard to get out this scenario.
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For another 2 years, I did my best to learn how to clearly speak, walk and do writing.
One day...
"Here is your new servant, young lord. He will be your guard, as well as your hands and feet from now on. Harr, I will leave you first so work on the young lord's needs."
"Yes, head mistress"
I know this guy, the old servant of mine who was beheaded for his useless tongue.
"Hi, cutie little boy! Do you heard my name? My name is Harr. Try saying it, Ha-rr, Har-"
"Who toyu call little poy! You insolet!" (Who do you call a little boy? You insolent!) as I angrily shouted on him.
"Oh, how cute, ooung! Oops sorry young lord, you're such an adorable kid" as he swooning over me.
I know I'm prety cute when I am younger, but regardless...
I need to move now, since I only have more than a decade before the great war starts.
"Nyu! I hab work foryu! Look for dis guy 'Arsel Nipol', hes a blacksmit" (You I have work for you! Look for this guy 'Arshiel Niforl', he's a blacksmith)
"Arsel Nipple?" the fool asked.
"Nifol!"
"I-I got it, young lord! Don't be mad. Wait on me here, I'll call some maid first to look on you." and he rushed leaving.
Now that I'm back, I need to first earn enough to supplement my needs to execute the plan!
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Aldeo Yllian - a high ranking Zeian Templar Commander; younger brother of Lady Rithea, wife of Anbiel City Lord; uncle of Greon and one of the strongest people in history.
Reincarnated Greon - having the future memory intact, Greon retain his memories before his death.
Barbarian General - title given by the civilized north to the leading warriors of southern/ Mican barbarians.
Coalition (of the Future) - Greon, as one of the great commander of Coalition in his memory, serve as one of the representatives in a alliance of remaining cities that fought back but inevitably annihilated at the hands of Mican Barbarians.