After mumbling to myself, my gaze shifted to Ariel who was staring at me.
We stare at each other for a few seconds before Ariel looks away.
"Ariel."
The baby slowly raised her head when her name was mentioned. And then for a few seconds she smiled at the soft voice.
The warm body heat of the baby girl enveloped my heart as I began to hug her. My beautiful white hair unintentionally covered Ariel's neck and gave off a faint fragrant scent.
Although I was trapped into the strange situation of mother and daughter, yet for the first time a thought of protection blossomed in my heart.
Pondering for a moment, an idea popped into my mind.
After a while, that graceful voice echoed once more. Ariel opened her eyes with difficulty at the sound of the voice calling her. She was reluctant to see the light leaking from between the eaves of the house, so it was the first time she opened her eyes wide.
"Hello? Am I your mom?"
I asked with an awkward smile.
The baby looked at me confused as if what I had done wrong. It was confusing to see the white-haired woman introduce herself as "mom". Embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do but claim to be her mother rather than her father.
...Wouldn't it be strange if Ariel called me father?
The breeze blowing through the window shook the white hair and until the scent reached the baby's nose. The sweet, fragrant scent brought a smile to Ariel's sweet little smile.
"Ariel..."
Curious, to feel a little touch of the emotion of life, I gently caressed Ariel's eyes with my thin fingers.
I could feel that this baby was of flesh and blood despite the brief encounter.
That brief moment of peace ended with the sound of a knock on the door.
Instead of asking who it was, I answered,
"Come in..."
Accompanied by the sound of the door opening, a female voice was heard.
"Excuse me... Hello, Selena. How is your baby?"
"Fine, Sister Regina. Thank you and sorry to trouble you..."
A woman wearing a nun's uniform, who had blonde brown hair and blue eyes waved her hand with an awkward smile.
She was Regina. One of the Nuns of the Church of the Lord of Divine Sun, who was currently in charge of the small Cathedral in the Slums. Broadly speaking, the Church of the Lord of Divine Sun trying various ways to expand its influence all the way to the Bayern City, was a great perseverance.
Do you think Daenerys gave birth to Ariel alone?
It's impossible.
Giving birth to a baby alone in this cruel world is simply impossible.
Fortunately, there are still good people like Sister Regina in this neighborhood. Of course, yesterday was the first time I met her. Given that my possession phenomenon happened recently.
"Huh..."
...I guess it's something to be thankful for if I'm not the one who bears the pain of giving birth to a baby.
Thinking so, I turned my gaze to Sister Regina who was walking over. Using the name Selena as a pseudonym, I tried to use my ability to control the muscles in my cheeks to give the impression that nothing had happened. In order to avoid suspicion.
"Ehem. By the way, Sister. What brings you here?" I asked while pretending to act.
"What are you talking about? Of course I'm here to congratulate you on becoming a mother... It was a month ago that you gave birth... I'm sure you're also having trouble moving let alone working..."
"Ah, about that..."
I said hesitantly before shaking my head with a bitter smile, "I quit my job..."
"Huh?"
A confused exclamation came out of Sister Regina's mouth as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Seeing her confusion, I explained,
"The boss at my workplace is very disciplined in his work, especially towards his employees.... Seeing that I was pregnant, he just terminated my contract for the sake of his company's performance..."
That's actually a lie.
I don't know where Daenerys works and where she gets her money from.
Considering I haven't worked for a month, I'd probably get fired if I went back there.
This is the Middle Ages, not the Modern Era.
There are no communication media like FB or E-mail. It was impossible to find out information.
As a 23-year-old man who was a student and had a part-time job as a Bartender. Interacting with women for the first time, it was so awkward for me, if it wasn't for this ability of mine, I think I would have had a hard time talking to Sister Regina.
Feeling sympathy and concern for my situation, Sister Regina suddenly let out a long sigh and held out a leather bag filled with fruits.
"Praise The Sun! I'm sorry about your situation, Selena. Then, let's fill your stomach with the fruits I picked this morning..."
"Thank you..." I said with a faint smile.
.... She's a good person.
After peeling the skin of the apple, before eating, Sister Regina linked her hands together in a prayerful pose. I, who saw her doing so, hesitated and followed suit.
Perhaps it was a tradition to pray to God before eating.
... I am not religious in the dogmatic sense. I neither believe nor disbelieve in anything.
I thought as I tried to shake off the uneasiness that came over me.
Long story short, after devouring the food. I tried to sleeping Ariel and planned to clean my house with the help of Sister Regina.
... ... ...
Two weeks passed after trying to adapt to the foreign environment.
Thanks to my body being filled with Spiritual Energy, vitality returned.
Oh, by the way. During the past Two Weeks, I gained the ability of Pyromancy, which allows controlling fire on a medium scale.
Hehehe... No need for me to rub a log just to start a fire.
Today I asked Sister Regina to look after Ariel for a while. That makes it easier for me to find a job in the Gana District.
The atmosphere of Bayern City is always the same, let alone the weather.
However, I plan to make a living in order to survive the coming winter.
"Huff.... Where should I go?"
Strolling around most of Bayern City, I looked around at bakeries and other shops. Every now and then I'd ask about job openings, but all I'd get were dirty looks from the shopkeepers.
...Ah, seriously. I know my body is attractive to any man, but can you at least not stare at my ass for too long?
I grumbled as I walked out of the damn shop. In my heart, I cursed the fat pig for uttering such a lewd sentence during an interview session.
Phew, living in medieval Europe wasn't easy.