3 Lightning never strikes the same place twice

I finally got over the event of my birth. On this occasion, Therrion managed to convince the excuse I have for parents to let me live. Despite being the only one to preserve memories from life to life, things are not usually the same.

It's pretty standard for the human waste to drop me, making death by falling one of my leading causes of death. The good news is that it is usually enough to be quite restless for me to return to the pitiful woman.

For her part, there are times when the pitiful woman throws me out the window after receiving the mark of the witch. Making gravity my main arch enemy. I curse you, Sir Isaac Newton!

Therrion usually wins the conversation about letting me live, although other times, I am turned over to the inquisition.

At other times, I am left to my own devices in the forest or a distant city, which generates an incredible amount of possibilities. Like being adopted by farmers, they range from the most normal to the most bizarre, like being embraced by bears. They strangely end up being better parents than the despicable couple.

All this ensures that none of my lives are the same as the previous one. It makes it so that sometimes, no matter how perfect my plans are, it doesn't matter. Everything can go to the pipe for things as stupid and varied as suffering flu a week before executing my master plan.

Be that as it may, my first moments of life are usually the most critical and in which I have died the most.

But in the end, things usually end as they are now, with me being ignored by everyone in the mansion.

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I was up to my neck in shit, almost literally. I was also hungry because I had not eaten all day.

At the same time, three maids argued which of them had to attend to me today.

This trio varies very little from life to life. Sometimes there are only two, and other times a fourth joins the group, but usually, these three are in charge of taking care of me.

You could assume that after so many lives, I would have learned their names, but the truth is that no, I have never been interested, and I have better things to remember.

This group consists of "butter," a plump, careless girl who is constantly eating loaves of bread laden with butter, so her hands are always greasy, and she tends to fill everything with crumbs every time she opens her mouth.

"The bitch" unbearable brat. She's constantly presuming her engagement with an Earl third son, who is only in this job until the date of engagement because her family forces her.

And finally, "cow tits" she is an idiot, that's it, maybe there are people who can find her adorable. But they haven't been given bottles of boiling milk or left them forgotten in bathtubs for hours, being she of the three with the most deaths I have had due to her stupidity.

Now, this useless group, who under no circumstances would be fit to care for a little girl, are left to take care of a little girl. Wonder why? Very simply, my family does not want anyone to find out about my existence, and to some extent, they can see that this trio is so stupid that they would never notice who I am.

(Butter) I don't know whose turn it is today, but I took care of her yesterday, so don't look at me.

Said butter, stuffing bread to his mouth. Seriously, where the hell does she keep them?

(Bitch) Meh, me neither, I will marry the son of Count Norray, and I would never change diapers or my children.

Don't you have another phrase programmed?

(Cow) It's not fair. Why is it always my turn? I don't understand why she can't hold it and tell us that she wants to go to the bathroom.

Look girl, I'm just four months old, not only can I not speak, but I also have regular toilet training.

The three of them kept arguing without getting anywhere, and when they were about to leave and let the problem be someone else's, my salvation came.

(Therrion) What are you doing here? And why aren't you doing your homework?

The chief butler Therrion appeared, and although they tried to hide me from his view, they could not prevent him from seeing the state I was in, so he exploded in anger.

(Therrion) How can you leave the lady in that state!? If the duke finds out, you three will be out on the street before you know it.

Therrion was lying, the human waste didn't care at all, and they knew it. The simple fact that they weren't fired on the spot gave him away, but a scolding is a scolding, and Therrion was still his superior. Even if he couldn't fire them, he's still able to reduce their salary.

They lowed their heads and apologized, although we all know they will do it again, so Therrion proceeds to remove her vest to wrap it around me.

(Therrion) I will take the lady to take a bath. When I come back, I hope you have already changed the sheets and have prepared the lady's food.

Therrion takes me to the bathroom, fills a tub with hot water, checks the temperature twice, and finally sees that it's already in the best condition and begins to bathe me.

As I took a shower, I could tell how tired he looked. Even though he is barely over 40, he seems way older and has almost endless dark circles from overwork.

Under normal conditions, it would be for the duke to be in charge of everything related to the management of the territory, while the duchess should be in charge of the management of the mansion and the employees. However, the two rarely do their jobs, leaving the entire workload to Therrion, who also cannot neglect his duties.

Although Therrion is an excellent butler, he knows very little about the management of a territory, and there are too many obligations that exceed him. Even if he knew, the unfortunate couple held the last words, who will always put their personal needs above those of the territory. Making Therion's efforts always fall on deaf ears.

The bath proceeds without problems, although I would like to be in hot water a little longer, I'm pretty hungry, so I am uncomfortable in the tub.

He wraps me in a towel and leads me back to my room, where the trio seems to have already finished cleaning.

Therrion had a bottle of milk in his hands, don't ask me how or why in this magical Renaissance world there are bottles and milk formula, but due to its usefulness, and that I always start as a baby, I don't complain about that "plot convinance."

Therrion was about to give me the dog but thought better of it and ordered them to leave. So he proceeds to dress me and then feed me.

(Therrion) I'm very sorry, miss. I wish I could do more for you.

Don't worry. I don't blame you at all. You already have too much on your hands fixing the problems of the unfortunate couple.

He finished dressing and began to fix my hair. Although it is clumsy and lacking experience, it is a nice gesture that I have always liked.

(Therrion) you are a very calm girl. You never cry or complain. I wouldn't be lying if I said that you are the only one in the mansion who never causes problems.

Well, I do what I can.

(Therrion) I hope you will remain a good girl all your life, as I believe in you, and I know that you will be a wonderful person.

Well, about that ...

Sorry to disappoint you, but...

There are things I have to do, and not all of them make me proud.

He finally finished fixing me, so he looked up to admire my image in the mirror.

Modesty aside, I am a beautiful girl. My hair is short, but still, Therrion has made me two little pigtails that look adorable, although it would be better to call them strands of hair tied by little bows. Usually, I like to wear my hair down and let it grow to the middle of the back like the Leonora in the game wore it. I have a white complexion that contrasts sharply with my black hair and gray eyes that express perpetual sadness.

When he's done, he picks me up, reaches for the bottle, only to almost drop it to find it covered in butter.

(Therrion) ah ... that girl, how many times do I have to tell her not to eat during working hours?

He cleans the bottle with his handkerchief, and after all day, I was finally able to eat.

(Therrion) I would like to have more time for you, miss, but it is impossible. However, I will try to pass every day to check that it is okay.

Clean and complete, the dream began to overcome me. Despite having the mind of an adult, my body was still that of an infant and had its limits.

Therrion took me back to my crib and tucked me in. Before leaving, he stroked my head.

(Therrion) sleep well, miss. I'll do my best to find you a competent maid.

Don't worry, if I have done well, and the dates do not fail me, either of them should arrive at the mansion soon.

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The next day, I am awakened by the squeaky voice of cow tits.

(Cow) good morning miss, today I'm taking care of you.

Please don't kill me. Is it too much to ask?

She slowly approached the crib and looked me up and down.

(Cow) well, I see today you had no "accidents," which makes me happy.

Well, considering that that "accident" was due to butter, who forgot to put on a diaper, I don't think it's entirely my fault.

She begins to change my dress. At that, I felt a twinge in my stomach. I carefully grabbed one of the ribbons of her uniform and tugged on it.

(Cow) what's up, miss, do you want anything?

I can't answer her, so I tug at his uniform again.

(Cow) are you hungry?

Really yes, but it's not the problem now, so I shake my head.

(Cow) do you want to go to the bathroom?

I nod, which makes her very happy.

(Cow) go, miss. I knew you could let us know when you feel like it. Keep it up, and we can avoid other accidents.

I'm wondering who's the real adult here. No 4-month-old baby will make signs to indicate what they want, but think what you want, girl. Live your dreams.

After taking me to the bathroom and finishing my business, she returns me to my crib, tells me that she will prepare my food, and leaves the room with little skips.

An hour passed, maybe more, I slept a bit, so I lost track of time. Finally, she returned. Is it worth mentioning that she was empty-handed?

(Cow) Ugh, sorry, I started talking to some colleagues, and it took longer than I thought, but I'm back... Wait, what was I doing?

She stood for a moment, and I could almost hear the gears in her brain screeching from the overexertion.

(Cow) ah right! Forget the bottle, wait, miss, I won't take long.

No comments...

Another hour later, she returned with a tray with a kettle and milk formula and began to prepare the bottle while humming.

(Cow) This is easy. It's not that different from waxing the stairs.

I don't understand how you can compare those two things.

When finished, she tries to grab the bottle but burns her hands, so she uses her apron to hold it.

(Cow) okay, it's time to eat, miss.

Yay!! Third-degree burns.

She slowly brought the bottle to my lips, which with great difficulty I wanted to push away, but before this criminal proceeds to disfigure my face, human waste enters the room.

(Waste) oh, so here you were. I've been looking for you all morning.

The human waste proceeds to hug her from behind, then kiss her neck.

(Cow) oh! My lord Ivo, I still have to feed the girl.

(Waste) leave that. She can wait.

Human waste begins to caress her and kiss her. He would have taken it right there if it hadn't been for the bottle falling to the ground, shattering.

With an apparent concern on his face, the human waste asked him.

(Waste) are you okay? Have you hurt yourself?

(Cow) I'm fine, my lord Ivo, but I have to clean up this mess.

(Discard) leave that, let another take care of it, you come with me.

Then the human waste carried her like a princess, and they left the room.

I sighed tiredly, as it would not be the first or the last time I saw a similar event.

I Look at the bottle on the floor and remember everything that happened this morning.

And then they wonder why the original Leonora turned into a villain...