I woke up after a long sleep. I'm not sure, but my body feels refreshed. The first thing I did was to get out of the crib to find out what time it was. The aroma of food answered me—a very thick meat smell. (It's probably late afternoon.)
Lilia was preparing lunch, and the front door was open. So from that I can be fully sure Mom is outside in the garden since no one else leaves the door open except her. (She leaves it open so she can run fast enough to reach and heal me if needed.)
(I have already seen the garden from the window when mom was carrying me once and it's very beautiful with many trees and flowers, that day dad tried to pull my focus towards him, by doing some fancy movements with the sword, but mom placed me down on the ground to try to play with her, she didn't realise dad attempts to impress me and I wouldn't tell her if anything poor dad he was putting a show with no one to watch).
Ignoring the open door, I crawled right behind Lilia then said, "Lilia!" She flinched upon hearing me call her, but when she saw me just sitting on the floor gesturing for her to carry me, she sighed in relief and picked me up.
(I still don't understand why she's afraid of me—like she's waiting for me to turn into some kind of killing demon in body of kid, or is she still expecting my death?)
After she carried me, she tried to put me on the table so she could focus on cooking food. But I stopped her by saying, "Hungry!"
In this world, they don't have baby formula. So, she usually feeds me any available fruit with high water content. (I'm 90% sure this isn't Earth because of magic, which didn't exist there according to my knowledge. The many unfamiliar city and country names they mention support this. Not mentioning the many new fruits she feeds me).
Maybe I'm wrong, and I'm in some secret military facility isolated from the rest of the world for research purposes.
(Thinking about it, that's the stupidest idea I've had in a very long time. If it were truly the case, fully suited men would have visited long ago and come to check on me regularly or at the very least they would have brought the proper a medicine for my illness instead of leaving me to suffer like this.)
Lilia today had a small apple-like fruit. She cut it into small cubes, then smashed them with her hands to very small parts, so I could swallow them easily. (Anything is better than the old-fashioned way, please. AKA. French way).
She fed me until the fruit was finished. The fruit is strange—it produces a lot of juice like a watermelon but tastes little different to normal apples. Strangely enough, my body likes it a lot. (I just hope it has nothing to do with Paul's genes.)
(My body and brain love when Mom nurses me the most. It's probably the necessary bonding process between a mother and son. At the same time, I'm inwardly screaming at how awkward the situation is. If I didn't know I wouldn't survive a week without this needed process, I would have refused to tolerate it at all. Well, at most, a year will pass before my milky teeth grow, and after that I'll be able to eat on my own. Then this humiliation will end.)
While I was thinking about my situation, Lilia had already finished preparing the food and had already started setting the table. (This woman is the very definition of a multitasker.)
She set two plates—one of them at one of the two ends of the table—with a fork to the left, a knife in front, and a spoon to the right of each plate. She repeated the process for the second plate which is right in front of the chair next to the at the table end, then placed a perfectly folded handkerchief on each.
(Is this woman some kind of robot? The way she works and reacts so perfectly makes me think I'm still on Earth and she is some kind of a very advanced robot.)
I wanted to explore the rest of the house, but for some reason, they don't let me go upstairs. (My curiosity will kill me—I want to discover any clues about whether this is Earth or not. And if not is that another world or another universe too many questions needs answers and the way to get them is knowledge).
After a few moments of thought, I realized I can't walk yet, and I have no way to climb the stairs alone. It's too dangerous for a baby like me. So, when the next opportunity, I'll ask nicely to be carried upstairs. (I hope it works.)
So far, I've only seen four rooms on the first floor: the living room, two bedrooms, and the dining room.
The first bedroom is almost normal but too medieval, with just one bed—probably made for a single person—yet Mom and Dad uses it. My crib is next to them each of the beds is adjacent to the wall opposite to each other. The room isn't spacious; it barely fits us. It probably wasn't even originally a bedroom, and they just moved the beds in hastily. (And there isn't cupboards in the room even though I'm sure the day I was reincarnated here, the room I was in had a bigger bed and cupboard and many other furniture in the room with a big window with a beautiful curtains).
The other bedroom is Lilia's—or, judging by its size and simple furniture, a servant's room. It has an even smaller bed, a cupboard, and a small pesky mat in the middle. (A true enemy of crawling.)
Given by how big the house seems, I can speculate my family must be rich, right? And with that, I'm sure there's a library full of books somewhere in the house. (Worst case scenario they would at least have shelf as big as a wall right?)
(As soon as I can walk and reach one year old, I'll ask them to teach me to read and write and leave me in the huge house library.)
I can't stop daydreaming about reading thousands of magic books and learning about this new world. (Or, if this is Earth, discovering its secrets.)
While I was daydreaming, Lilia had already set the table by putting the pots filled with food, and called everyone to eat. She did something I still can't understand, she always prepare the table but she always wait until Mom and Dad sat down before serving them food and water. (Why couldn't she just serve the food before calling them?)
Another strange thing: she always serves Dad first, then Mom—like how rich, self-centered people lived in my past life. She also doesn't eat with them. She just stands beside them while they eat.
Mom was first to answer the call by entering the house from the garden, but she ascended to the second. (Her hands and knees had dirt on them what was she doing out hiding something on the dirt. Who I'm kidding, I know too well she was just tending her garden.)
After three minutes, she came back with Dad—her hands freshly washed, while Dad held a letter in its envelope. It has red seal on it with some drawing in it I couldn't figure it out yet, but this isn't the first time I saw the seal.
(Why does she always go upstairs before eating when she was just in the garden? And what's in that letter? Do we have a bathroom in the second floor? But if that's the case do they the bathroom on the second the sewage system will be harder this way? And I can't see the destination or the receiver on the envelope. Not that I can read yet in the first place even if I saw it.)
(Now after focusing at mom, she had already washed her hands and knees and removed the dirt from her clothes, so we do have bathroom in the second floor).
After Mom sat down, she started her praying to Millis. (The religion she believes in and one way or another I feel it's copy of Christianity). Then afterwards they began to eat (see like the prayer we do before starting eating) but as usual, she didn't seem too happy. (Because Lilia is standing nearby while they are eating, her posture stiff as always like a statue).
And what with the way Dad clenching that letter this hard, like he might burst into flames that made my stomach twist. (Something's wrong. Really wrong. Every 30th of the month dad clenching the letters like this in the house mood is tense). Mom tried to break the tension by saying:
"You know Lilla, you don't have to stand the whole time." Mom said to the emotionless woman. (Is Mom trying to convince that relentless woman something?)
"I have to, Madame, so I can serve you, or husband if needed." (See as I said, this woman never listens to anyone, not like mom listens to anyone in the first place. But at least mom is cheerful). The stoic woman replied perfectly, without showing a single hint of emotion.
(Is she some kind of robot? Even when talking to Mom or dad, she always gives the perfect answer without any facial expressions or any hints of emotions. And why does she have to use that double-meaning word? It scrambles my thoughts.)
"Lilia, you know well that both Paul and I hate the stiffness of nobility. And right now, you're bringing back bad memories for both of us. Can't you loosen up a bit? If you can, sit in that chair. Please." The swordsman nodded at Mom's first remark and smiled bitterly when nobility was mentioned, but his smile turned genuine at the last part.
(My brain is now brainstorming what I just heard—both Mom and Dad were nobles or maybe still nobles and both hate nobility's stiffness and formality. Important information, considering I'm not even one year old yet—seven months, I think.)
"As you wish, Madame. Pardon my instructions." Am I hallucinating, or did Lilia just yielded to Mom's loosen? (Wow! Even robots listen. That's a little scary.)
As they were eating, Mom took care of me. (First time acting like a proper parent, if you ask me.)
After they finished, Mom nursed me. When I started yawning, I thought she will tell Lilia to put me to the crib. But when Lilia tried to carry me, Mom gestured for her not to. Instead, she carried me herself, placed me in the crib, then hugged me lightly (she hugged a pure love hug) then kissed my forehead and said goodnight before leaving. (To my surprise she didn't demand me to call her 'mom' as usual or hugged me tightly also, maybe she tried to keep her proper parent face for the day).
(Even if that's the case I'm happy, I know well that she's still immature and inexperienced at raising kids, but she still treats me the best she can. Before she left, I wanted to thank her, but that would be too much for a baby like me to do right now.)
Maybe the best choice is to repeat a nice phrase I've heard. "Mom... pretty," I muttered as she was about to leave the room.
She flinched, before jumped in celebration and running out. I think I heard glass breaking, and she probably went to kiss Dad and brag to him. (I guessed this from how fast she was deer-jumping.)
(Poor Lilia. If she isn't a robot, she'll surely will in the future develop many mental problems from raising these uncontrolled young couple).
As Mom left, I chanted healing magic on myself again, so I could sleep peacefully without being interrupted by my tight breathing or the... activities happening in the bed on the other side of the room of the crib.
『"Let the satisfying nourishment regain the lost vigor, regaining the lost strength. 「Healing」"』 I said in a very low voice because I was sleepy.
(Strange—unlike yesterday, I didn't fall asleep immediately. Instead, I felt an electric sensation pass through my nervous system. Well, now I at least know where magic comes from. That's a good start.)
Feeling this energy, I tried to control it more. But at the same time, I wondered why the healing magic didn't help me sleep as well as yesterday. Then, my hand lit up again. (Chantless magic! So it's possible. Good to know.)
I didn't have enough time to celebrate this discovery because my sleepiness overtook me, and I felt asleep immediately.