1 Death is not the end of me
In a small village, there were fruit trees surrounded by small mountains. There were small wooden houses in each block of farmlands. This house gave off an aesthetic historical feeling from.
It was past 9 and not a single house had light in it because people used to have dinner and went to sleep around eight. This was a normal routine as the candles which are needed to light the house were expensive and a farmer's family will have to use it slowly to preserve it.
That's why every house was dark except for a single house. That house was not made of wood like other houses, instead it had sturdy stone walls along with thick wooden roofs and a fence surrounding it with a small garden.
That small manor clearly stood out from the rest of the farm house and it clearly indicated that the owner of the house was not a mere fruit farmer.
"Ahhhh"
A low scream was heard from a small room of that manor. It was a pain filled scream but any old veteran lady will surely recognize this scream. It was the scream of the mother giving birth to her child.
Inside the room which clearly looked like a bed room with a king size bed and a cupboard with a tea table. Currently in this room there were two women. One of which was lying on the bed panting and a struggle filled face. Clearly the woman who was giving birth. The other woman was a maid looking after the delivery of the woman in front of her.
" Try a little harder madam." The maid said to the woman.
" Please come out now, child. You have given enough hardships to your mother already." The woman said.
Even though this woman was currently giving birth to her own blood related child, her voice carried contempt strong enough to think that she was talking to some beggar.
The maid had a worried look on her face. This look was not because of the delivery going in front of her. The worried look was for the future of the yet to be born child.
' Poor kid, his own mother is resisting him even before he is born.'
After ten minutes of continuous trial and failure the child was finally born. The child was unusually beautiful unlike other new born babies. The child already had a patch of pure white hair growing on his head. He also had very thick but silky eyelashes and eyebrows, both in pure white colour just like his hair. If the maid had not checked she would have mistaken him for a girl.
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' Ah, what…. What is this place….?'
' Why do I feel like I am crushed somewhere but yet instead of agony this feels rather soothing…..?'
' Wait, didn't I get hit by that truck….?'
' With the force I was thrown I was sure to die. Then why am I still alive…'
Before he could think about anything else he felt a sudden pressure coming towards his body. Due to the sudden shock he closed his eyes. He felt like he was being removed from some Sort of sticky, wet and gooey tunnel.
When he opened his eyes he saw a beautiful woman. Even though he only saw half of her body he clearly recognized her clothes as those of the French maid from his original world.
He is a man of culture after all.
' But why is she holding me or should I say picking me. I mean I am not fat but neither am I so skinny to the point that a woman can pick me.'
' And why do I feel so wet and sticky all around my body? '
He tried to check the substance which was on body by looking at his hands but what he saw shocked him. Instead of that rough hand which was formed because of years of study there was a beautiful pale, soft and small hand.
' Wait, Did I…. Did I reincarnate ?! '
' Now that I think about it, this all makes sense. Me dying by that car accident, this small and weak body. Then the place where I came from….'
This guy sure is weird. Instead of panicking about his Reincarnation he is panicking about the fluid on his body and the place where he came from.
Suddenly he felt a stinging pain in his belly. It was the pain of cutting the umbilical cord.
" Waaaa"
He let out a painful cry but for the onlookers it was just the whining of a toddler.
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The child looked perfectly healthy. Though his pure white hair was a little eye-catching because only few people in this world had hair colour different than brown, red and black.
' But why isn't he crying…? ' The maid thought.
Even though the child was moving his arms and was clearly alive he still had not cried which was a little confusing.
The maid was recently hired in the family due to the pregnancy of the woman. She has a good work experience of more than ten years and has seen and done more than half a dozen deliveries but she has never seen a baby not crying just after the birth.
' Well, if you are going to be a stubborn little cutie than….' After thinking that she cut the umbilical cord which was connecting the baby to his mother.
" Waaaa "
As expected the baby let out a painful cry which was annoying. The maid thinks that the crying of the baby is equal to announcing everyone the arrival of a new life.
" F*ck! Why did you cut the umbilical cord so suddenly !? " The woman asked.
After giving birth the woman was starting to get sleepy as she was tired after that hard labour but suddenly she felt an abrupt Stinging pain. She got up from her slumber and stared at the maid with eyes widened with anger.
" S-sorry madam! You were starting to faint and I thought keeping the umbilical cord connected would cause some sort of injury."
" Now you will tell me about injuries, A tier 4 healer !!"
" N-no madam…."
" Haah, just shut up and clean that boy. The room is filled with the smell of blood."
After saying so she didn't look at her own baby and went to sleep.
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After that short whining the child calmed down and shut himself up.
By looking at the behaviour of the woman who seemingly was his mother towards the maid and how she didn't even pay attention to him the boy recognised one thing.
' This woman is either a psychopath or there are certain things about my birth which are complicated.'
Even though the child didn't understand a single word both the women said. Just from the way of speaking and behaviour he understood many things. The child's past was many things but being dumb was not one of them. Heck, he was also above his peers from his past childhood. One of his most outstanding perks would be observation and consciousness of his surroundings.
' Well, let's be patient and think about this matter afterwards.'
This boy's past life has taught him one thing that nothing in life is good or bad, it's how you accept it. If a person sees what happens to him in a negative way then of course his future thinking will also lead to a life filled with mistakes.
Right now he decided to take a bath and cuddle in the arms of the maid.
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