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âAre you really sure?â
âO-Of course, madam. Whose safety would I lie about.â
Fifty days have passed since my 100th life began.
I heard my motherâs serious voice.
I woke up to that sound -because I slept while being patted by my mother again- and I looked up at the ceiling with the colorful mobiles and my ears perked up.
âAre you sure there is nothing wrong with our youngest?â
Subsequently, I also heard my fatherâs low voice.
âSo he was the one who spoke like thatâ¦â¦â
When I first heard a profound tone that felt heavy, I wondered for a moment if I had heard it wrong.
It was difficult to see my father often, but every time he sees me, heâs either crying or making sounds with a short tongue.
Even three nights ago.
âMy youngesh, do you recowgnize dad now? Dad wiw hab to twy hawder to see ouw youngesh mow owfen, wight?â
[My youngest, do you recognize dad now? Dad will have to try harder to see our youngest more often, right?]
It was my father who wasted his statue-like handsomeness and smiled as wide as possible while acting cute in front of me.
âI donât think Iâve ever seen my mother speak like that.â
If my father was a person with the same color of spring, my mother was a winter like person.
With her red eyes, that was like the finest rubies and pitch-black hair.
But in front of me she would always talk with a gentle smile and a friendly tone.
Especially, the lullaby that she whispered to me to sleep, was very beautiful.
âSleep well, my baby. The stars will brighten the sky and the silver moonlight will give you good dreams.â
My motherâs soft voice with a cozy melody.
With a skillful hand tapping my back.
âAnd me falling asleep helplessly.â
I couldnât help but sleep to my motherâs pat.
At first, I even thought that it was because I was a baby that I had no choice but to be weak for sleep.
However, seeing the two soft people talking in such serious voices in front of me, I thought that it mustâve been important.
I held my breath for as long as I could so I wouldnât be caught awake.
Because those two used to notice that I woke up just by the sound of my breath, like a ghost.
âO-Of course. Thereâs really nothing wrong. Madam, My Lord.â
âHmmm.â
My father seemed uncomfortable with the voice of the man who spoke in a flustered way.
âJust what is going on?â
And who is that manâ¦..?
He was a stranger that I rarely saw.
Because it seemed that no one but a few designated servants and family members could enter this luxurious and large nursery that was prepared for me.
âIâve been working as the dukeâs doctor for over 10 years. I am speaking from my experience.â
So he was a doctor.
And another thing, I found out that this was a ducal family.
I didnât know their positions because they all called my parents âmadamâ and âmy lordâ.
âThatâs a bit more likely to be troublesome.â
Ironically, I was often more comfortable when I was born as a child abandoned on the street.
I didnât have a problem with surviving because of the hardships I had already experienced, and there were no people who cared too much as I was a child on the streets.
After living in moderation, I died once again when I used my power during the time of destruction, then it was over.
âIf I was born a noble, I get involved in strange troublesome things.â
Based on my previous life, there were a few things that I could teach on the subject of neglect.
âBut what was even worse was, because my father is such a nice person, isnât there a big possibility of him becoming a pushover?!â
Originally, such people are more vulnerable to adversity and hardship.
I sighed inside, recalling all the bad cases in my mind.
But.
âThe youngest lady is docile, but she is very healthy!â
Huh?
Were you talking about me?
I blinked at the unexpected fact.
âAre you sure your brain didnât run out of use over the 10 years?â
Pardon?
I had to doubt my ears once more when my fatherâs voice followed.
âO-of course not! Iâve done my best so farâ.â
âThen how come our youngest doesnât cry properly and never laughs?â
Once again, I blurted out a foolish reply to myself.
âNo, what the hell are you talking about now?â
It was a question that far exceeded the number of scenarios I had in my head.
âThereâs something wrong, and youâre incompetent because you canât even figure it out!â
My father expressed his anger in a low voice, in case I woke up.
âNo, why are you accusing an innocent doctor. Father.â
Even though I was a little far away, I could imagine how flustered the doctor must be right now.
âIsnât it good if the baby doesnât cry?â
I even whine from time to time.
Even though itâs because I wanted to say something.
I thought that Iâll try to say something once I am able to babble, because only crying sounds come out right now, I havenât tried these days.
âAnd about laughingâ¦..â
ââ¦Itâs not good to be affectionate with each other for nothing.â
I was wary of them, but also concerned.
For almost two months after I was born, my family didnât just raise me for a day.
I too, had eyes.
Of course, when I was born, I thought it was unlikely that I was born into a normal good family.
However, I was not so twisted that I would look down on all the kindness they showed right now.
It was enough to accept kindness as they were, and to respond when bad things happen.
âThey wonât be able to hurt me properly anyway.â
It was a babyâs body, so itâs kind of troublesome if I use my powers, but itâs not as if I canât use it well.
So I deliberately acted more insensitively.
âOf course, such a miracle wonât happen, butâ¦â¦â
There was just one thing.
Since they are really good people, if they act like a friendly family until the very endâ¦
âIt means that the end will be painful for us.â
Even more so if my father is an overly nice man as I thought he was and if my mother is a kind person just like how Iâve seen her so far.
âIâll die before I reach the age of 20.â
It was an inevitable fate that I canât avoid.
I didnât obediently give up my life for nothing.
It was because of the fact that I had been living for a long time and realized that there was no point in struggling.
Andâ¦â¦..
âI donât want to see the face of a good person suffering againâ¦â¦â
It was just one of my many lives.
The only one who gave me affection and told me not to go while crying at my sacrifice.
It was a distant memory, but because it was the only one, it remained in my memory more painfully.
âMaybe thereâs another way, soâ.â
That person wasnât even a family member.
It was just a stranger I briefly saw during my last year.
In that short period of time, we had bonded and hurt each other.
âBut if my parents were to be like that personâ¦â
It doesnât matter if Iâm the only one hurt.
Itâs because Iâm used to it anyway.
However, I didnât want other people to be hurt.
It was much better to part ways with shameless people like my 99th life.
âThatâs why I didnât laughâ¦..â
I never thought theyâd care so much about it.
âItâs really strange.â
It even put a sane man on the brink of losing his job.
The doctor spoke to my father in a quivering voice.
âItâs the truth.I am willing to bet my everything. The youngest lady really is healthy!â
âThen should I take that useless head off?â
Oh dearâ¦â¦
Was my father a person like that?
âIt canât be helped then.â
I didnât cry out loud because I had so many experiences with swords on my throat.
But even so, I canât just let someone elseâs neck snap.
I gathered my strength on my stomach.
If I try to say something, itâll come out as a cry anyway.
I shouted out loud.
âIâm really healthy! Donât bother the person who feels wronged!â
Of course, the sound that actually came out was.
âUwaaaahâ!â
It was the sound of a baby crying.
âOh, dear. My youngest. Were you supwised by dadâs voice?â
[Were you surprised by dadâs voice?]
âAnastasia, momâs here. Were you surprised there was no one here when you woke up?â
My parents, who had been acting as if they were gonna eat the doctor a while ago, ran to me in a familiar way.
In the meantime, I was a little relieved to hear the doctor sigh in relief as if he had been spared.
Althoughâ¦â¦.
âMy baby, you had such a loud and pretty voice.â
âDad wanted to hear our youngestâs voice, too. I didnât mean to scare you.â
Though I was a little ashamed of my parents acting as if they were really trying to soothe a crying baby.
It felt strange, though.
ââ¦Until now, crying this loud has always caused bad things.â
From the most ordinary first life, always.
âWhat did you do so good that youâre crying, if you fell alone, you should get up alone.â
âHow annoying. Should I just kill her?â
âSaint, if the babyâs sound can be heard that much donât you think she has enough spiritual power?â
Thatâs what happened butâ¦â¦
âWhy do you look so happy when a baby is crying?â
With a relieved face as if pleasedâ¦..
I felt something warm rising from my stomach to my throat.
A teary unfamiliar feeling unknowingly rose.
âUwah, hingâ¦â¦â
Perhaps the reason was, it had already become a habit and there was no longer a loud cry, but a whimper leaked out.
âYes, yes. My baby. Itâs okay. Mom and dad will protect you.
My mother kissed my forehead and patted me on the back.
As I felt my eyes blinking again at the warm touch, I did not resist anymore and just put myself on my motherâs shoulder.
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