It’s My First Time Being Loved

IMFTBL I Chapter 2

My wish didn’t come true as usual.

 

“The Lady is born!”

 

It was the voice of a happy midwife who announced that I was born, the 100th life I really didn’t want.

 

I held my breath instinctively.

 

Although it was troublesome to live, I didn’t want to die as soon as I was born.

 

It wasn’t an obsession to live.

 

I’ll be born again if I die anyway.

 

‘I don’t want to feel uncomfortable and force myself to feel depressed.’

 

The reason why I saved their world in my 99th life.

 

It was because I had to risk my own life to quickly disconnect my senses and become peaceful.

 

It’s not that, but if someone kills me or if I die in destruction, that’s when it becomes so dreadful.

 

I had to see all the hellish sights until the end of the world as if it were my fault.

 

A voice of resentment in my ears and a painful struggle.

 

No matter how insensitive I was, I didn’t want to see it again.

 

That’s why I saved them without hesitation.

 

‘I feel like I’m just getting some rest when I died, so I can’t give it up.’

 

I don’t have the hobby to watch or enjoy seeing people suffering in pain.

 

That’s why reason, I was always nervous right after I was born.

 

Regardless of my will, I always meet strange families in the crazy world that’s on the verge of extinction, so it’s the most dangerous time.

 

There are people who wants to kill me because I burst into tears, and even brothers who points their swords to reduce their competitors, or even when my birth itself is a secret in the first place.

 

‘Well, I guess this doesn’t seem like last time. The midwife shouted like that happily.’

 

Still, it’s best to stay quite and breathe with a shallow cough because I didn’t know what crazy parents or brothers would wait for me.

 

But…

 

“My baby, our youngest.”

 

A happy voice that I had never heard before tickled my ears.

 

Thank you.

 

“For being born safe, my baby.”

 

Speaking in a slightly difficult voice, her face was full of smiles.

 

Like she’s really happy about my birth.

 

What’s going on here?

 

I was confident that I would respond quickly to the threat of life, as numerous pitching patterns had been manualized throughout 99 lives.

 

Thud thud!

 

Taken aback by the new pattern, a loud noise was heard from the other side of the room.

 

I thought the sound was like a rebel raid.

 

But

 

“Oh…! Thank you for your hard work, wife!”

 

A man that was about the size of a house came close.

 

A man with such a sharp impression that made me thought he was a beast, shed tears as soon as he saw me and my mother.

 

“It’s a lovely daughter, isn’t it honey?” (Mother)

 

“Yes, she’s lovely just like you.” (Father)

 

Then I realized that he was my father, whose appearance and behavior were unbalanced.

 

He looks like a beast, and he was as big as a mountain, with a sweet pink hair and eyes that were tinged with the soft green color of a spring day.

 

No, even though the color was like that of a beast, it was very awkward to shed tears with that blunt face.

 

‘I’ve never seen a father react like that in the first place……’

 

The best thing so far was those who are indifferent, since most of them usually hates me and wants to kill me so badly.

 

But it was also brief for me to observe my father with curious eyes.

 

‘Ouch, ouch. Why is the tap so painful?!’

 

The midwife was tapping my newborn skin harder and harder.

 

“Gosh, why isn’t the lady crying for the first time?”

 

“You’re going to choke. Miss, come on.”

 

At the midwife and maid’s words, my parents also became contemplative and looked as if begging.

 

“Baby, our youngest. Hurry up and let your mother hear your voice.”

 

“What’s wrong with you, little one? Oh, are you scared of your dad?”

 

Then my father even sniffed and turned around.

 

‘I’ve, I’ve already got a hole in my throat.’

 

I feel so unfair.

 

To be honest, I could have cried if I wanted to, but I felt rejected because of the experiences I had accumulated so far.

 

At first, I smiled and cried.

 

There was a crazy guy who turned around and tried to kill me.

 

What did he say again, Is it possible that the oracle-holy baby, would make the same loud noise as the other babies?

 

Again, such an experience was declined.

 

I’m more than happy to go into the time of compulsory waste appreciation because I accidentally died!

 

I was so determined but…..

 

“You must be hurting though, why aren’t you crying?”

 

“Baby, don’t you want to let your mother hear your voice?”

 

 “Is, is my daughter sick?”

 

Somehow the touch that tried to make me cry faded away, and they were about to burst into tears.

 

No, my father was crying since a little while ago.

 

‘Ah… I’m weak to that kind of face.’

 

Maybe it’s because I only meet people who are so indifferent and hard-hearted.

 

I was really weak with this kind of face that I’d meet once every 100 years.

 

Even though we usually pass by each other, I always wanted to help.

 

But this time it’s my family.

 

Are you sure you’re not deceiving me and trying to test me?

 

Even when I swear to myself, my lips trembled unconsciously with a strange surge of emotion.

 

And

 

“Hing, hiiingg….”

 

I couldn’t stand it any longer, and a small cry came out.

 

It was a small sound I wouldn’t have heard if I didn’t care.

 

But…

 

“Well done, well done, my lady!”

 

“My baby’s voice is so lovely.”

 

“Wha, what a relief… that’s a relief. Our youngest!”

 

Even the faintest sound in their ears, They spoke as if they were proud.

 

My mother picked me up from the midwife and patted me on the back and whispered.

 

“Our youngest, thank you so much for coming to mother.”

 

It was such a warm voice.

 

Are you sure this is my family?

 

It’s not a nightmare before the 100th life begins……?

 

It’s not just a passing relationship, it’s really my mother ……..

 

I was dazed and fell asleep at the tender touch.

 

Because it was such a warm pat that I couldn’t resist.

 

Ninety-nine lives, it was as if the fatigue of the heart had no place to go.

 

*

 

‘I’m crazy, really.’

 

That was the first thought I had when I woke up.

 

It was a flood of affection that I had never experienced before. However, I fell asleep with great peace of mind.

 

‘What a dangerous thing to do…….’

 

I thought that I didn’t want to feel depressed, but to think that I completely let go of my heart.

 

Well, I don’t think it was a wrong choice considering that I’m still alive and well.

 

But it was really weird.

 

It wasn’t the first time I’d been patted on the back.

 

Even though I had been left unattended, there were times when I had a maid or someone to take care of me.

 

‘But it felt so different.’

 

What’s the difference between pats?

 

But it was really different. Strangely enough my mother’s touch was relaxing. It felt like she was saying that it’s okay.

 

I’m very vigilant, even though im weak against those faces, but to think that I would fall asleep at once.

 

‘Did you use magic or something?’

 

I immediately denied it after thinking like that.

 

If she did, I would have felt it.

 

It’s 2,000 years worth of power, so even if you don’t want to know it, your senses will notice it first.

 

‘Then… Is it really possible that they’re decent people?’

 

I wriggled my hands and feet into agony.

 

No matter how many times I think about it, there’s no way such good luck will come to me.

 

‘Are you going to let your guard down and put yourself into a trash life to celebrate your 100th life?’

 

Whoever you are, I thought there was a possibility that you would continue to reincarnate me.

 

I shivered.

 

Suddenly there was a chill.

 

I thought it might be a little unbearable for me to accept life and death all the time.

 

Even though it really leaves a bad taste, it wasn’t this bad.

 

Reminds me of my wish in my first life…….

 

‘Well, let’s be vigilant and live quietly.’

 

In the end, even if the environment changed a bit, no a lot, it didn’t change my job.

 

*

 

But my little expectation fell apart the next day with the names my parents told me.

 

“Anastasia, our youngest. This is your name.”

 

My mother stroked my cheek with a gentle look.

 

And beside him, my father spoke with a proud face.

 

“The name of the hero who saved this world. That’s a name for our youngest child.”

 

What my father after that couldn’t be heard properly.

 

Hero?

 

Heeroooo?

 

I wanted to vehemently reject names if I could.

 

Every time I’ve been named a hero, I’ve had the worst life ever!!

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