A few weeks have passed, and I'm still just a baby—albeit a very healthy one, by the looks of it.
During these weeks, I have learned and confirmed several things.
The first is that I have indeed been reborn; that much is certain.
Secondly, I have been born into a robust body with excellent eyesight, and I now have a family in this life.
The woman currently holding me in her arms is my eldest sister.
I would describe her appearance, but I honestly don't yet know the colors of her features.
While I am familiar with the names of all the colors, I have only just gained my eyesight and will need to learn what each color looks like from my sister once I develop the ability to speak.
In any case, the one holding me right now is my eldest sister, Elizabeth Ignatius.
"Are you looking at me, baby?" she asked, gently poking my cheeks.
"Uwaaa... uhuua!" I let out some baby noises to meet her expectations, which made her chuckle and shower me with kisses all over my tiny face.
As if responding to my sounds, two figures appeared on either side of Elizabeth's head.
They shared the same appearance as her but were younger.
They are identical twins: the elder one has longer hair, while the younger one has shoulder-length hair.
The elder twin is named Isabella Ignatius, and the younger one is Annabella Ignatius.
They were born after Elizabeth, and from my mother's words, they are the "troublesome ones."
Ah, yes, I forgot to mention my mother's name: Victoria Ignatius.
Now, don't ask me about my own name because I don't have one yet.
They are still debating what to call me.
The four of them have been arguing about who gets to name me, and they've reached an impasse.
And please don't ask about my name in my past life—I didn't have one then either.
My previous family never bothered to name me, and frankly, I didn't care.
Well, it's pointless to dwell on my past life when I have such a bright future to look forward to with my real family in this world.
"Can we hold him now?" Elder sister Isabella asked, pouting.
Elizabeth sighed and carefully handed me over to her.
"Be careful; don't drop him," I noticed the unease in her eyes.
She always worried about me, much like our mother.
Sometimes, she felt like a second mother to me.
"We're not children; we're almost sixth-circle mages!" Isabella protested.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you both are highly talented, but don't get too cocky," Elizabeth rolled her eyes, exasperated.
I still didn't fully understand what they were talking about.
They often discussed topics like 'system', 'dukedoms', 'kingdoms', 'towers', 'martial artists', 'mana', 'aura', 'mages', and other things I couldn't grasp.
Perhaps they would explain it all to me when I was a little older.
If only I could speak, I would have asked them myself, but alas, I was just a newborn.
Also, they never took me outside our room.
Most of the time, I was with my mother in her quarters, where she kept me in a cradle by her bed while she sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating.
She was always nearby in case I got hungry; it was as if she could sense my needs.
At night, if I ever cried out, she would immediately break her meditation to feed me.
During the daytime, I spent most of my time with either sister Elizabeth or the twins.
I had noticed that the twins were inseparable; they never left each other's side.
I also observed Elizabeth meditating frequently.
When they meditated, I saw a translucent substance that resembled fire surrounding her figure.
It was the same with Mother, although her flames looked much larger and different.
I wondered what kind of meditation that was.
It looked strange but beautiful.
My twin elder sisters also practiced something similar, but when they meditated, a colorful ball of light appeared beneath their necks, glowing with a mix of hues.
"Baby brother, do you want big sister to show you something cool again?" Annabella asked, and I responded with delighted baby noises.
She extended her hand toward my face, then pulled it back, creating some distance, and dramatically opened her palm to reveal a ball of water floating magically above it.
The ball then changed shape, transforming into a random animal, and then another.
I made more baby noises to applaud her little performance.
Following her, Isabella held out her hand, and small wisps of flame burst forth like firecrackers.
"Do you like it, baby brother?" she asked, kissing my cheeks.
Once again, I responded with a series of baby sounds, which drained most of my energy.
I felt a little sleepy.
They call this magic spells.
In my previous life, I had heard of magic, but I also encountered skeptics who claimed it was merely tricks and gimmicks designed to deceive audiences. Is this also a trick? I don't think so.
Wait, I still don't know if I have been reborn in the same world or reincarnated into a different one.
However, I have a strong feeling that I am in a world distinct from my past life.
"Baby brother, are you feeling sleepy again?" my sister Isabella asked.
To be honest, I don't feel that sleepy—maybe just a little.
As I made baby noises, my sisters chuckled and rubbed my cheeks.
"He's so energetic! He hasn't slept all day, and it's almost his bedtime," Elizabeth commented.
Really? Do newborn babies need to sleep more than once? But I don't feel tired at all.
Just then, our mother appeared. "Yes, I noticed that as well... he is unusually energetic."
"Then can we play with him some more?" Annabella asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
However, our mother shook her head.
"No, whether he's tired or not, he needs to sleep. It's not healthy for a baby to stay awake for too long," she said firmly, picking me up in her arms.
"Say goodnight to your sisters," Mother smiled, turning me toward my siblings, who all gave me a kiss and wished me goodnight.
Then, she turned to Elizabeth, our eldest sister. "Elizabeth, I've received news of a monster infestation at the third gold mine. The guards seem to be struggling to manage it. Please take care of this tomorrow. You can bring the twins if you'd like; I might finally get some alone time with my son."
"Alright, Mother," Elizabeth shook her head, and replied, giving me one last peck on the cheeks before returning to her personal quarters.
We must be quite wealthy if we each have our own personal quarters.
Since I was blind in my previous life, I don't have a proper understanding of what constitutes big or small, but our rooms seem far too spacious.
And just now, Mother mentioned something about gold mines.
Do we own mines?
I wonder just how rich we are.
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