Magic?!

Hmm...Something feels off; I didn't expect dying to be like this; it's actually quite calming if you ask me. Well, how much longer do I have to wait for "God" to make his decision?

*puff*

Wait, what the hell?

*puff*

– Pull yourself together and push! – I heard a woman's voice say.

– Agghhhh! It hurts like h-hell! – said another woman with a feeling of pain in her voice.

– Sweetheart, everything will be alright; please pull yourself together and find enough strength for another push – said a man. I guess it was for the woman in pain. 

Wait a second, what is going on here? Why can't I see anything even though I can clearly hear them?

*puff*

I was pushed out of somewhere and could see now. Well, not clearly, but I had some sort of eyesight now.

The first thing I noticed was that there was a woman looking down at me as if I were a baby.

Wait a second. I pulled my arms up in front of me, and... my hands?! My fingers?! Why are they so short, small, and muscleless?

I tried to find some clue in this situation, so I made a quick observation of the room I was in. There were 2 women, one holding me in her hands, and another one who seemed like a maid. And there was also a man standing beside the woman holding me; he was about 180 cm tall, and he surely has a fighter's body, I can clearly say that. 

– How will you name... him? – the maid asked, checking between my legs in the midst of her sentence. 

– How about Fray? – answered the woman, turning her eyes from me to the warrior-man.

Hold on, are they naming me?

– Fray Norman.. Ahh, such a noble sound to my ears! – said the man proudly, also nodding in content at the same time.

Shit, they are actually giving me a name, which means I was...

[The next day]

A day has passed since I was reincarnated. I don't really understand how or why, but this isn't half bad, I guess, and better than rotting in hell like I anticipated beforehand. 

I tried to gather as much information as possible, but you see, I still can't move around, not even crawl. I tried to listen to everything my "parents" said.

Oh, by the way, that man who was built like a warrior is my father, Alfred Norman, and the woman who was holding me in her arms is my mother, Lucia Norman. Quite noble names if you asked me. The maid was Beatrice; apparently, she served our house from birth. 

– Beatrice, could you please bring Fray to my room? – my mother shouted from her room.

Not again...In my previous life, I lived like a mountain monk who only knew how to fight; therefore, I never had any relationships with women, but now.. I'm supposed to drink her milk by sucking onto her breasts. So I reincarnated to become a breastfed baby?!

Whatever, I just need to get this over with...

– In a minute, miss, – Beatrice answered.

While "feeding" me, my mother divulged to me that my dad was an outstanding warrior who is acknowledged throughout the whole kingdom as an "A-class" red-core battlemage who could wield the power of earth in the same way as breathing. 

Laying down in my baby bed, I tried to link some of these puzzles and understand them.

1. A class? So I guess in this world there are different classes, which demonstrate your strength or skill?

2. The second puzzle is even more confusing to me than the previous one, "red core." So in this world, there are some kinds of cores? Or did she mean the heart?

3. Battlemage, "who could wield the power of earth in the same way as breathing." Alright. This one is even more complicated and puzzling. Mage? Does that mean that magic exists in this world and is strong enough to control the power of Earth?

If such a thing truly exists and it's not just a tale for putting a baby to sleep, I need to understand the concept of magic and learn how to wield it properly, so I can complete my mission and fulfill my desire. With magic, it was possible; I only needed to learn how. 

God, I truly appreciate you giving me another chance. I won't waste it like before.