Family

MC's POV

It has been a year since my new life began in this strange world. From the very beginning, I noticed signs that I was no longer on Earth. The people's clothing, the architecture, and even the absence of modern technology hinted at a setting reminiscent of the medieval era. Adding to this realization was the language that was entirely foreign, unlike anything I had known in my previous life. The evidence pointed to one exhilarating conclusion: I had been reincarnated into a completely different world.

This revelation filled me with excitement. Armed with the memories of my past life, I now had a unique advantage, a head start that could allow me to achieve greatness far beyond the mundane existence I left behind.

Determined to understand my new circumstances, I dedicated myself to learning the language and observing my surroundings. Every waking moment became an opportunity to absorb knowledge. My diligence paid off, and over time, I discovered something extraordinary: this world was steeped in magic.

I often watched the maids perform feats that defied the natural laws of my previous life. They used telekinesis to clean, conjured fire to produce steam baths, and wielded plant magic to maintain the lush gardens surrounding our home. These displays of power left me awestruck and sparked an intense desire to master this world's magic. If such abilities were possible, I wanted them and I wanted more.

As I reflected on my past life, I realized that I had lived without truly indulging in my desires. This time, I vowed things would be different. This life would not be an ordinary one. I would pursue power, wealth, and everything that brought me pleasure. A deep ambition began to take shape in my mind, one that I embraced without hesitation.

In a world where strength dictated status and influence, I resolved to claim all that I desired. Power would be my ultimate goal, but with it, I also yearned for companionship, an entourage of the most captivating women I will encounter in this new magical life.

This was my promise to myself: in this new life, I would seize everything I wanted without restraint. The path ahead was clear, and I would stop at nothing to make it mine.

It seemed that my father wasn't present in our daily lives. Since my birth, I hadn't seen him even once, leaving me to wonder about his absence. Over time, however, I met other members of my family, including my grandparents.

My grandmother appeared to be in her sixties, with the same striking violet hair and luminous pupils as my mother, though streaked with white, giving her a dignified and graceful appearance. She carried herself with a kind and nurturing demeanour, always cradling me gently and speaking in soothing tones that, while incomprehensible to me, conveyed a deep warmth and affection.

In contrast, my grandfather was a lively and robust figure, his angular face framed by a violet-hued beard and hair that seemed to glow with energy, despite his age. He would lift me into the air with ease, his deep, hearty laughter echoing through the room, while I responded with fits of joyful giggles. Though I couldn't understand the words they spoke, the warmth of their affection was unmistakable. I could feel the love and happiness they lavished upon me with every touch, every sound.

Well let's come to the present, with my poor baby stamina I'm only awake for like an hour or two until Mama breastfeeds me again. I am totally under her control, being a baby has it's own ups and downs I guess. I can't move on my own, can't feed my own, and I'm still adjusting to this baby body. When my mother is away for her work I presume I am taken care by the maids and one of them is a 16-17 year old maid named Clara. Her slender yet curvaceous figure, framed by her elegant maid uniform with blond hair, made her pleasing to the eye. She loves me a lot as I could observe that on her face.

While I may be a baby, my past life's memories remain sharp, and I can't help but notice things that would have caught my eye before. It's a strange juxtaposition: the limitations of my current body clashing with the awareness of my mind. 

Currently, I lay in my cradle, feeling bored and restless when a sudden thought struck me. I began crying, hoping to attract the maid's attention. Clara rushed into the room, scooping me up gently while cooing soothingly,

"What's wrong, baby? Don't cry."

Her comforting voice reassured me, and though I couldn't fully understand her words, I could make out bits and pieces. I was tired of being confined to the cradle, so I pointed and gestured with my tiny body, trying to communicate my desire to be taken outside. Clara seemed to understand, and without hesitation, she lifted me into her arms and carried me out.

Clara's POV

The young master was as lively as ever. His head turned left and right, his eyes wide with wonder, and his little mouth agape. He was truly a sight to behold, so cute and lovable. His sleek violet hair and striking crimson eyes set him apart, and I'd heard from the mistress that he had inherited his crimson pupils from his father. Though the master died in the Black Devil Abyss, trying to save the mistress and their unborn child, his memory lived on in the young master.

I am forever grateful to the mistress, who saved me from a slave auction when I was just nine. Since that day, I've lived with her and served the family. The mistress is a spell teacher at the prestigious New Moon Magic Academy, one of the best institutions in the Northern Glacial region of the Dark Star Continent. Everyone in the household adores the young master. He's the joy of the mistress's life, the light in her world.

I love the young master dearly. His mischievous ways and lovable nature bring so much joy to the household. I can't wait for the day he grows and awakens his magical abilities. Just thinking about it fills me with excitement. The Mistborn family, known for their mastery of ice magic, has a long tradition of producing powerful ice mages.

MC's POV

Wrapped in a thick bundle of warm clothes, I could tell that I lived in a cold, frigid place. As Clara walked through the grand halls, I was mesmerized by the long corridors, the elegant archways, and the lavish surroundings. The walls, adorned with intricate murals, told a story of a noble family with a long and storied history.

When we stepped outside, I was stunned by the sight before me. A vast, beautiful garden stretched out, blanketed in pristine white snow. Conifer trees lined the grounds, and elegant statues of heroic figures stood tall that were likely ancestors of the family to which I belonged.

Turning around, I gazed up in awe at the exterior of my home, which resembled a grand castle, constructed from sparkling purple crystal walls. The snow continued to fall gently, creating a stunning contrast with the gleaming walls of the castle.

I suddenly heard a sound, sharp and piercing, like a missile slicing through the sky. My instincts, honed from years in the field, kicked in, and I turned around to see what it was. But when I saw what it was, I was completely stunned.