This life in this world could be said to have been quite fulfilling.
The concept of 'magic' in this world.
It was truly a surprising and new experience that certainly didn't exist before.
[I think it's a blessing that I can face you here in this place right now.]
And soon I will die on this battlefield.
By an existence like a mirage at dawn that coldly sweeps across the Sahara Desert,
called the 'Great Star' of the Empire.
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When I was born into this world,
I could feel the prickly straw rustling under my back as I was placed between my mother's two legs.
"Haa... Haa..."
My mother, having just given birth to me, was exhausted but perhaps with a reverent expression, looking at the wooden ceiling of the stable that obscured the ashen winter sky.
"It's a smooth delivery. May this child have the blessing of Arkis."
"But my child... it's not crying at all..."
The man looked at the midwife, seemingly worried about his child.
The midwife soon placed his finger under my nose and began examining every part of my body.
"There's no problem with breathing or any physical disability. Sometimes there are cases of such innate calm temperament."
"Is it really alright?"
The man's eyes, faintly reflected by the stable's lamp, were a mix of excitement, agitation, and worry.
"We are all born on this earth by God's love and whim, and face birth and its accompanying chaos at every moment of life."
The elderly male midwife, wrapped in a shabby mat, stroked his stiff sky-blue beard that reached down to his waist and looked down at me with pitying eyes.
"Everyone born in the land of Arkis is born with their own destiny to bear. Everyone tries to go against their innate destiny by their own will once, but it's impossible."
The old man said this while checking my eyes with his cold and pale wrinkled thumb and index finger, like snowflakes outside the window.
"But it's unusual. I've been a midwife since I was forty, and it's been almost 60 years, but this is the first time I've seen a child whose destiny in their eyes I can't read at all."
"Does... does that mean there will be problems with farm work?"
The husband asked the old man with a dumbfounded expression while caressing his wife's belly.
The old man, seemingly a bit disappointed by the husband's question, closed his wrinkled eyelids and remained silent for a while, pondering deeply.
After a moment, the old man spoke.
"That shouldn't be the case. After all, both arms and legs are properly attached, and it looks healthy overall. There should be no problem in doing serf work."
While saying this, the old man also thought:
'It's a pity. Those whose destinies are hidden like this are often born with very rare qualities, becoming catalysts that change the flow of this era in a different direction.
Living as a wandering midwife for 60 years across the land of Arkis, to finally see a miracle child born to lowly serfs... Or perhaps this background is also a destiny thrown to this child by Arkis...'
And I thought like this:
'When I died for the first time in isekai world, it was in a steampunk apocalypse with zombies everywhere, and after dying again, it was in a world that could be from a Chinese martial arts novel, and after dying there, here i born somewhere again.'
'My eyes and ears are still blurry so I can't distinguish well, but judging by the atmosphere, is this a traditional fantasy magic isekai?'
I looked at the person who was to be my mother with eyes full of bright curiosity.
"Look at his green eyes. They're so round and beautifully shining, just like the emerald jewel that the lady wears around her neck..!"
My mother looked at me with her beautiful features, wearing a happy eye-smile on her half-relaxed face.
"Warm up some purified water and use a cloth to wipe the body. I heard that the landlord slaughtered a weak old cow today.
Unlike other brutal landlords in this country, he says he treats his slaves as people too."
The old man carefully stood up, leaning on his cane, groomed his beard, and began to leave.
"I've paid an additional 5 silver coins to the landlord for better treatment. For the next thirty days, you'll be temporarily freed from labor and can recover from the cold winter in a warm shelter while eating meat porridge."
The man, surprised by the old midwife's kindness and grateful, spoke with intense emotion, his eyes reddening.
"...Thank you, thank you so much."
"Ah, lastly. This is a gift I'm giving to that child. It will allow the undetermined fate to be read again someday. It's a very precious talisman, so when the child grows up a bit, make it into a necklace and have them wear it, and be careful not to lose it."
Handing over the talisman, the old midwife wrapped himself tightly in the mat and went out into the blowing snow.
In the stable where only the three remained, the father and mother just silently looked at me.
There, only a warm silence lingered, dyeing each other's deep hearts with affectionate gazes in a bright orange, filling the space with happy emotions.