“Are you sure?”
“Of, of course, madam. Which safety would I lie about”
Fifty days since the 100th day of life began.
I heard my mother’s serious voice.
Awakened by the sound, I was again patted by my mother, and my ears pricked up looking at the colorful mobile ceiling.
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with our youngest?”
Subsequently, I heard my father’s low voice.
‘So you can talk like that too….’
I wondered if I had misheard it for a while because of the heavy tone and the heavy tone I heard for the first time.
It was hard to see my father often, but he used to cry or make a short tongue sounds whenever he saw me.
TL/N : short tongue sounds is referring to baby talk
Even three nights ago.
“Our youngest, do you recognize dad now? Oh, should dad try to meet our youngest often?”
It was because my father was the one who tried to act cute in front of me with his statue-like handsome face.
‘I don’t think I’ve ever heard my mother say something like that before.’
If my father was a person with a spring-like, my mother looks like winter.
Pitch-black hair and red eyes that look like the finest rubies.
But in front of me she would always talk with a gentle smile and a friendly tone.
Especially, the lullaby that whispered to me when she put me to sleep was very beautiful.
“Good night, my baby. The stars will embroider the sky brightly and the silver moonlight will give you a good dream.”
A soft mother’s voice with a cozy melody.
And a skillful patting on my back.
‘And me falling asleep helplessly.’
I couldn’t help but sleep on my mother’s pat.
In the first place I could sleep better because I was a baby.
But seeing the two soft people talking in such serious voices in front of me, I thought it must be important.
I held my breath as long as I could so I wouldn’t be caught awake.
Those two used to notice I woke up like ghosts just by the sound of my breath.
“Of, of course. There’s really nothing wrong. Madam, my lord.”
“Hmmm.”
My father seemed uncomfortable with the voice of the man who spoke in a flustered way.
‘What the hell is he doing?’
And who is that man……?
It was a stranger that I rarely see.
Since it seemed that no one but a few designated servants and family could enter this luxurious and large nursery prepared for me.
“It’s been well over a decade since I’ve been a duchess doctor. I can put my career on the line.”
So you were the doctor.
And also, I found out that this family was a duke.
I didn’t know where they were because they all called them lord and madam.
‘Then it’s more likely to be troublesome……….’
Ironically, I was often more comfortable when I was born as an abandoned child on the street.
It wasn’t a problem to just survive because of the accumulated difficulties, and there were no people who cared as much as they were just street children.
‘If you live in moderation and die at the time of destruction, it was over. If you’re an upper noble, you’ll get involved in strange troubles.’
There were things that I tried to teach myself in my previous life that I neglected.
‘Even if their father is such a good person, there is a possibility that they will be caught, right?!.’
Originally people were more vulnerable to adversity and hardship.
I sighed inwardly, recalling all sorts of bad cases.
by the way
“The youngest lady is gentle and very healthy!”
Yes?
Were you talking about me?
I blinked at the unexpected fact.
“Didn’t your brain run out of use after ten years?”
Pardon?
I had to doubt more about my father’s voice that followed.
“That- that can’t be true! I’ve done my best so far.”
“Then how come our youngest doesn’t cry properly and never laugh?”
Once again I spit out a stupid answer to myself.
‘No, what the hell are you saying?’
It was a question that far exceeded the number of cases I had in my head.
“There’s something wrong with her, but you’re incompetent and you can’t figure it out!”
My father said in a low voice, expressing his anger in case I woke up.
‘No, Why are you looking for a doctor. Father.’
I could imagine how embarrassed the doctor must be now, even though I was a little far away.
‘Isn’t it good if a baby doesn’t cry?’
I even whine from time to time.
Although it’s because I wanted to say something.
Until I babble, I have to try my best to say something, but it seems like it will only come out with a cry, so I haven’t done that these days.
And about smiling……….
‘… It’s not good if we get close to each other for nothing.’
I was wary of them, but also concerned.
For almost two months after I was born, I didn’t just set up a day for my family.
I had eyes, too.
Of course, I thought it was unlikely that I would be born into a normal good family.
But I wasn’t so twisted as to look down on all the favors they were showing right now.
The favor was taken as it was, and when something bad happened, it was enough to respond.
‘I can’t even hurt them anyways.’
It’s a baby’s body, so it’s kind of annoying if you use your strength, but it’s not that you can’t use it well.
So I was deliberately more insensitive.
‘Of course, such a miracle won’t happen…….’
There was only one thing.
Really if they are good people and act like a family to the end….
‘The end will be painful for each other.’
Even more so if my father is an overly nice man as I thought he was and my mother as sweet as she has ever shown me.
‘I’ll die before I’m 20 though.’
Isn’t this an inevitable fate that I can’t do anything about.
Would I have given up my life without hesitation?
It was because I realized that it was useless to struggle so far.
And…
‘I don’t want to see the face of a good person suffering again…….’
It was just one of my many lives.
The one who gave me affection and told me not to go while crying at my sacrifice.
It was a long memory, but it was painful because that person was the only one.
“If we find a way, it might be there. So-.”
That person was not even a family member.
In my last year, that person was just a stranger who wasn’t close enough to see my face for a while.
We had to warm up and hurt each other for only that short period of time.
‘But if my parents were like that…….’
It didn’t matter if I was the only one hurt.
Since I’m used to it anyways.
But I didn’t want the rest to.
It was much better for shameless people like the 99th life to part ways.
‘That’s why I didn’t laugh… I never thought I’d care so much about it.’
‘It’s so weird….’
Even to that put a sane man on the brink of losing his job.
The doctor spoke to father in a quivering voice.
“I’m telling you. You can bet everything on me. The youngest lady is really healthy!”
“ Then do I have to take that useless head off?”
Oh, my….
Was father that kind of a person?
‘There’s nothing we can do about this. I didn’t cry out loud because I had so many experiences with knives in my throat.’
But we can’t let other people’s throats be strong.
I put a strain on my stomach.
If I try to say something, it’ll all go out crying anyway.
I shouted out loud.
‘I’m really healthy! Don’t bother people who feel wronged!’
Of course, what actually came out as a sound.
“Uwaang-!
It was a loud cry of a baby.
“Oh, our youngest, are you surprised by dad’s voice?”
“Anastasha, mom’s here. Are you surprised there’s no one here when you wake up?”
My parents, who had been acting like they were going to eat my doctor a while ago, ran to me in a familiar way.
In the meantime, I was a little relieved to hear my doctor sighing as if he had lived.
Although…
“My baby, you had such a loud and pretty voice.”
“Dad wants to hear the youngest’s voice, too. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Although I was a little ashamed of my parents acting as if they were trying to soothe a crying baby.
It felt strange, though.
‘…bad things always happens whenever I cry this loud.’
From the first normal life to always.
“You’re crying because you did a good job, if you fell alone, you should wake up alone.”
“It bothers me. Shall we just kill him?”
“Saint, don’t you think you should be psychic enough to hear your baby?”
But…
‘Why do you look so happy when she’s crying?’
With a relieved look of relief…
I felt something warm rising from my stomach to my throat.
A teary, self-indulgent sensation.
“Heung, hiing…”
Perhaps that’s why, I’ve already become a habit and there hasn’t been a louder cry, but I’ve been whining.
“Yes, yes. My baby. It’s okay. Mom and dad will protect you.”
My mother kissed my forehead and patted me on the back.
Feeling my eyes blinking again with a warm touch, I have now left myself on my mother’s shoulders without resisting.
