The warmth of her embrace felt the same, comforting and steady. As I drank my mother's milk this morning, my mind was anything but at ease. She smiled softly, her eyes calm, yet I couldn't shake the memory of yesterday.
What had happened to her?
I couldn't make sense of it. Her face betrayed nothing, and no one would bother explaining anything to a mere baby. After all, who in their right mind would confide in a baby? The thought was almost laughable. Still, something about the way she moved, the faint hesitations in her gestures—it felt like a crack in an otherwise perfect mask.
Just what is she hiding?
Noel's mind was nothing but many questions that he didn't find any answers, as he was in his usual room–special his child bed,
That aside now I was wondering how is a' baby going to finish this?
[Status Panel]
[New! Mission!]
Objective: Reach the following thresholds in the traits:
Strength: 0.5
Agility: 0.1
Deadline: 5 days
Remaining Time: 111:00:00 -tik-110:59:59
Reward: Eye of Truth
Description: Grants the user the ability to discern whether someone is telling the truth or lying.
Other Function: Not available.
Failure Condition: Death.
And more importantly...what do you mean death and only 5 days..!! Are you here just to ruin my peaceful rest!!!? Screaming In his thoughts Noel was unhappy that his dream of resting is ruined by the panel he couldn't even touch.
But this ability–Eye of Truth..it says that it allows the user to tell if someone is lying or not, very helpful I'm not gonna lie–no..you may not even find something Like this in the whole world, probably Transcendent tier!.
Even so, I don't need it!! He clutched his teeth" because I just want to rest.." Noel, even if handed the world, wouldn't take it. From the moment of his birth—barely a month ago—he'd craved only one thing: rest. But it wasn't ordinary rest; it was something deeper, a complete escape from effort and thought.
His gaze carried no spark, only a heavy indifference as if the world itself held no meaning. It wasn't boredom or laziness—just a soul utterly drained, longing for peace.
"just what am i suppose to do with this godly power??".
Crack!!
"Oh..is my son a wake already~?" eww!..that's disgusting,
To Noel, the expression on Renar's face would've been downright revolting. Yet, Renar didn't see it that way—he was merely trying to make his baby laugh. Slowly, he entered the room, his steps careful and deliberate, as if approaching something fragile. Reaching out, he gently picked up Noel, intending to show him around the house for the first time.
It was a strange realization. Since his birth, Noel hadn't left his bed, let alone the room. The space was sparsely furnished: a single curved tiny children's bed tucked into the left corner, a wide window that caught your eye the moment the door opened, and another bed—a peculiar one, not meant for sleeping but simply there, serving no discernible purpose yet.
As a father, Renar didn't get much free time with his son since he worked every day at the Duke's house. He was happy that today was a holiday and he had nothing to do. The only thing that seemed useful was to pick up his son and show him their house. That's what Renar believed, of course. What he didn't know was that his son, Noel, already knew exactly what their house looked like.
Humph..
"Forget it. When it ends, he will let me rest. At the end of the day, he is a father!"
This moment, for Renar, was the best because he had his son in his arms, and his son seemed happy about it—not like a moment ago when he was giving a don't come any closer! vibe. He came out of the room with his son in his hands.
The hallway to his right side had only one room. It was a big hallway, and at the end of it were two rooms on one side—that was Noel's room. On the opposite side of the hallway, there was a tall and thick wooden door, twice the size of Noel's room door.
As Renar began walking, still holding his son, they passed nearly three rooms on each side of the hallway. When they reached the fourth room on the right, the walls seemed old, and the hallway began to darken over the next two rooms. Each wall looked aged and untouched.
During this part of the walk, Renar didn't seem happy showing his son this shabby side of the house he was so eager to reveal. Still, it was necessary to pass through if he wanted to show his son what he intended.
Light spread across Renar's face as he finally saw the stairs leading down into the rest of the house.
"Finally!—just wait, son. You'll be surprised."
It didn't take him long to go down the stairs. As he set foot on the actual ground, he looked at his son. Renar was dumbfounded when he saw Noel's expression.
"Ohh! My bad, hehe...~"
Dizziness and confusion spread across Noel's face as he couldn't handle the rumbling his dad caused while rushing to reach his destination.
"Dad... my butt! Ahh, my head..."
"Ahww... Ah! I forgot about that- other hallway. It annoyed me so many times, even in my past lives!"
In front of where they stood, there was another set of stairs. Even when walking down, these stairs came into view, almost like a copy of the ones Noel and his dad had just taken. They also led to a hallway. Between the two staircases was a small hallway—not big enough to truly call a hallway, but people still referred to it as one.
"Is that you, Ren~!!"
A small, soft voice cut through the awkwardness between father and son.
"Hey, answer! Who came down..?"
The woman's voice grew closer as they waited.
"Why are you not answering... it's you, right?!"
Her voice sounded a little worried as she peeked around the wall to see who it was. Turns out, it was Lenora, Noel's mom!
"You knew it was Mom but still chose not to answer? Dad... is a little weird today, isn't he?"
Renar—
"Oww~ my wife is just too cute for me~"
What Noel didn't know, and why he felt his dad was acting weird, was because Renar was just—happy to have her as his wife.
"Yeah... she is."
Renar's eyes seemed normal to others, but if you stared deeply into them... you could feel that he meant every single word he said—every–single–one–of–them!
"You meanie... why didn't you tell me it was you!?" Lenora got closer to them once she realized it was just her husband and son. She began hitting Renar, though to him, it felt no stronger than a child's touch.
"Aghh~ we just wanted to surprise you... really, it was nothing else... right, Noel?"
Oh, please don't stare at me like that. I have no idea what he's talking about! Noel thought to himself as both his mom and dad stared at him like he could talk.
"I was going to ask, why did you take Noel out? You know it's not good for our son to see the house like this!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. And I promised, right? Did you know me to break promises?"
"No! But that's not what I mean, and you know what I'm talking about!"
Renar raised his head and looked up, ahead, behind, and to the sides of the house.
"Yeah... I know very well what you mean, Lora."
Hmm... are they talking about the house? Noel, curious and unaware of the situation unfolding in front of him, asked himself.
"So... y-"
he interrupted, "No—I will still take him out. I'm not doing anything wrong, and he's still a baby. Right now, I'm not even sure if he can remember anything yet... isn't he just one month and three days old?"
"Even if that's the case, we made a promise not to take him out until he reaches one year old!"
What started as sweet words had turned into an argument. To their knowledge, neither of them had any idea that Noel was capable of understanding their words—or that their argument had revealed something Noel didn't even know about his past lives!
"Promise? What's Mom and Dad talking about... just get over it already. I wanna rest."
While Noel was eager to rest, Lenora.. had a different goal. She wanted to rebuild the house, to make it beautiful for their child when he reached the age where he could see and understand. She didn't want to disappoint him.
"I know... yes, I do," Renar said, his tone softer now. "I know you want to show our child how great his parents are and make him happy so he doesn't hate our old, shabby house. I get it, Lora. But all I want is to make our baby strong—to achieve what I couldn't—so he'll never be someone who can be threatened by any enemy he faces... even if they are..." He paused, then smiled. "So I'll make him strong while you make him sweet—just like you are. Okay?"
"What? Are you going to train him now? Are you okay!?" Lenora exclaimed, worried.
"Haha... no, I'll just let him observe me while I train."
"What's that going to do to make him strong?" she asked, confused.
"Hmm... you seem to have a lot of questions. How about you follow me and see for yourself?"
"Huh!? Huuuuuh!? Wait!"
Renar, noticing how worried his wife was over something so small, decided to take her with him. As she followed, he prepared to show her exactly what his intentions were.
"Training...? Did my dad just lose it? There goes my rest once again!" Whining and complaining seemed to have become Noel's routine ever since that strange status window first appeared before him. He still didn't know where it came from or why it chose him.
"But... did Dad say they wanted to surprise me and rebuild the house? Hmm... I'm not sure, but something's not adding up! In my memories, even when I was one year old, the house was still the same as it is now! Did something happen? Mom and Dad seemed fine at that time... Aghh! I hate it when I don't know something. They didn't even mention anything like this in my past life!"
The whole time Noel's mind wandered, puzzling over what he didn't understand. Meanwhile, Renar, carrying Noel, walked silently beside Lenora as they exited through the door leading to the small hallway Lenora had come from earlier.
If someone from outside were to stand at the massive front door of the house, they would see the small hallway directly, without much effort. As the trio stepped out of the house, they were greeted by a large, unused plot of land. Only four of the smaller fields were tended, blooming with pink and white flowers. However, the remaining fields on both the right and left sides of the land were barren, devoid of usable soil.
"This isn't what I wanted my child to see," Lenora thought, her worry evident. Yet, despite her unease, she respected her husband's decision and kept quiet.
Their walk continued as they moved to the left side of the house, eventually reaching the back. There, a training ground awaited them—a barren space with nothing but wooden swords scattered about.
"Yeah... that is indeed the training ground I'm familiar with," Noel thought to himself, recalling a moment from his past life when he trained to wield a sword. "How embarrassing... but wait! In my past life, I never got to know what level my dad was. This could be an opportunity in its own way"
—30 seconds later.."d..da..it's so red that you can't tell if it's Dark or red..further more how did he a cast a spell with out incantation...and how did he even cast a spell..wasn't he a swordsman??