It had been several weeks since Evan discovered his reincarnation. The realization was overwhelming.
Ellen Noir, his mother, was a vision of ethereal beauty. Her long, snow-white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk, and her eyes, a striking shade of blue, held a warmth that made Even feel safe and cherished. She was the embodiment of grace and strength.
Adrian Noir, his father, was a striking figure with jet-black hair and dark purple eyes that seemed to see through the very fabric of reality. His presence was commanding, yet his smile was gentle, a stark contrast that made Even admire him deeply.
Evan Noir, in this life, he bore a name eerily similar to the one he had in his past life. Yet, this time, he was not alone. He had a family—a loving mother who always had a warm smile, and a stern but caring father. The warmth of their presence filled a void he never knew existed.
He also discovered that his parents were once renowned adventurers. His mother, known as the "Ice Fairy," was an Archmage specializing in ice and healing magic. Her gentle demeanor belied the immense power she wielded. His father, on the other hand, was famously known as the "Demon" for his ruthless efficiency in slaying monsters and bandits. After joining Duke Castro's army and rising to the rank of commander, he became known as the "Black Demon." His signature weapon was a massive, two-meter-tall GreatSword, and he donned an entirely black armor that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.
"Evan, here you are," his mother called out, her voice as gentle as a summer breeze. Evan's heart warmed at the sound, and he turned to see her standing there, her eyes filled with a tender smile. She approached him with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, and as she picked him up, he felt the familiar comfort of her gentle care. As his mother held him close to her bosom, Evan felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over him. Her warmth and the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat were soothing, lulling him into a state of tranquility. His eyelids grew heavy, and he began to feel sleepy,
"Oh baby, aren't you hungry?" Ellen asked softly as she saw her son drifting off to sleep. She gently kissed his cheek after she unbuttoned her dress and gently guided her son's lips to her breast. Evan was clearly asleep, but his natural baby instincts allowed him to continue drinking milk. Ellen smiled warmly, her heart full of love, as she gently more kissed his cheek.
As Evan slept and continued drinking milk, neither he nor his mother knew that his mana was steadily growing.