Chapter 4

"Okay… this thing on my neck was definitely linked to some evil shit.

Putting down her biscuit, she lifted me to be at eye level with her. "You look like your father a bit; you just have your mother's eyes. Which is the same as my other sister. White hair, crimson eyes. When you grow up, you will be stealing women's hearts from left to right. Hahaha… if you grow up."

Excuse me?

Her eyes fixed on me as her expression hardened. She leaned against the counter. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you… but man, she better make sure no one finds out about that…"

"Miss Nersar, are you done holding Resien? Since Miss Serfar is busy with Etherna, he has to be fed."

Turning towards the maid with blue eyes, she appeared perplexed. "You said that in such an unkind tone… But I guess so. Isn't he only four months old? Can he eat solid foods?"

"Of course not. Miss Serfar stored her breast milk in bottles in the cooler."

Serfar, so that was her name.

"Ah. I see." Nersar handed me over, where I was gently taken. And yes, the maid was banging hot. When I get old enough, I know who I will make one of my wives.

She approached a metal appliance they called a cooler, which was basically this world's version of a fridge. It didn't run on electricity. They used a type of plant that sucked a lot of heat, rendering things frosted based on the amount of anti-heat pollens produced.

Opening the lid up, she took a bottle of milk… Drinking breast milk felt natural, but there was just something weird to me about drinking packaged human milk. Maybe that didn't make any sense logically, I didn't care; it was just how I felt.

The maid noticed my repulsion and asked with sincerity, "You don't want milk?"

I always wonder, when people ask babies questions, what kind of response do they want? 'Cause, they very well know a baby is too brain dead to understand shit they are saying.

Yet I shook my head. Hah… I would rather get some from her.

"Ah. That's too bad." She sighed. She sat me and drew the bottle near my mouth.

Huh…? This isn't playing out how I want it too. Take out your breast already! That's the only solution here!

She pressed the bottle to my lips. "Open up."

I refuse.

"Hey! Drink, Resian!"

This maid was oddly brave. She didn't even address me as a young master or anything of the kind.

I was sure I was of nobility based on the mere fact the house had servants. There were a couple of other guys there, but they were not important, so I just blocked them out.

She was getting annoyed and bit on her fingernail as she thought. I then pointed at her chest, hoping she would get the idea. I was pointing at first, but it soon expanded to the grabbing of thin air, directed at her chest.

She tilted her head to the side, realizing what I meant. "Ha… hahahahaahah!" She laughed as if to mock me.

Nersar chuckled a bit. "He can't tell the difference between you and his mother?"

"Oh no. I am sure he can. It doesn't really matter; I will get him to drink it one way or the other."

Ugh… I was not getting on her chest. Whatever, I wasn't going to drink that shit either.

Groughhh…

But, I was getting hungry. Damn it.

My options were limited. I hesitantly opened my mouth. The maid's eyes widened, seeing that was her ticket to victory, she quickly stabbed my goddamn mouth with the bottle's nibble.

With how fast she did it, it might as well have been a stab! Did she think I was going to close my mouth soon after?!

She had a smirk. "Gotcha."

It tasted pretty normal. I tried my best to not think of it as bottled-up human milk. It's cow milk. Cow milk… it's human milk. I am going to be sick.

After a while, Nersar checked her pocket clock and then got up and said goodbye, "I will be going now."

The maid answered, "Yes, take care."

"I will." She then moved her eyes to me. "I wish all the best to you, Resian."

If you thought I was going to have fate mess with my plans, you were dead wrong. Whatever curse these black dots cause will be turned to my advantage!

The maid carried me as she sat on a sofa. She didn't say anything; she simply stared at the roof, pondering.

God, she was hot.

Her sapphire-like eyes, her white skin, her brown eyebrows, and red-brown fluffy hair were just so eye-catching. She was maybe 26-28 in age. I could imagine her being slightly younger. Not younger than 23 for sure.

As her head leaned back, she said, "Things are so complicated…" She smiled at me. "I hope you grow up to be someone everyone respects."

Hm?

She then muttered, "Having a child someone can call theirs must feel very cool…"

Why did that feel sad? I couldn't relate to what she said. Even when I tapped into Braxen's memories, wondering if it was his memories reacting to her, I found out it wasn't the case(.

He had many kids. At first, he was very happy, but soon after, it became overwhelming… it was just, 'oh. I see.'

He didn't regret it one bit, of course, but I suppose those kids of his must resent him, at least those that surpassed number 10 since it was around that number he stopped caring about them.

Please don't make me meet one of them in the future, where they somehow can tell I have their reincarnated father's body.

The maid then got up and cradled me, humming, "Rest under the stars my … um… rest under the stars."

It was my first time hearing that sound, but she was definitely skipping parts of it.

Serfar was on the bed, tired. Etherna was near her sleeping.

I stared at Etherna's hands which were on her chest, with a hand over the other. That was a meditating hand position. Damn her.

The maid asked the Serfar, "How do you plan to hide those marks."

Stressed, Serfar dragged both her hands across her face, leaning over. "I don't know… a bandaid?" 

The maid shook her head. "I think applying makeup the same as their skin tone would do well."

With hope in her eyes, she nodded. "Yes, that will be well!"

With a tap on her forehead, the maid nodded.

I wasn't well-versed in this country's culture, but I knew this was this country's version of bowing to someone out of respect. In the country where Braxen was born, their version was grabbing their throat to show subordination.

Serfar rushed for the makeup in her drawers and took a small basket placing it on the bed. The maid rested me on her lap, where I positioned myself to sit somewhat upright, but it was a challenge, so I used her belly to lean on. She took a lipstick-like tool, pressed it against my neck, and did the same for Etherna, who was pretending to be asleep.