First day as a third year student,
When I wake up and come down to the living room, Sylphy is there.
She's giving Lucy breast milk.
"Go, good morning, Rudi."
"Good morning, Sylphy."
It has been months since the child has been born, the progress after birth is all right.
Mother and child are healthy.
Lately, Sylphy is becoming more ladylike, I think.
Is it because her hair is growing or because of giving birth to a child?
Or is it because the experience of twenty years is piling up?
She's in the process of becoming a beautiful woman, just like a Hollywood actress.
Her figure without doing anything, just silently sitting, is surely a prize beyond other's reach, to the degree of making others hesitate to call her.
Practically, I'm relieved that, she's still my Sylphy when I call or flatter her.
"Lucy is also energetic today."
I look at Lucy.
Lucy is wholeheartedly clinging to Sylphy's breasts.
Just like me last night.
In this side, parent and child are the same, uh huh.
Lucy is a healthy but docile child.
Different from brother or sister, my own child seems to be special.
Every time something happened, illness or something uncertain, I had overwhelming anxiety enveloping me.
But the child seems to be healthy.
Looking at Lucy's state, Lilia says something that surprised me,
"I recall times when Rudeus-sama is small."
Reincarnated person,
Those words are running in my mind.
I was a no-good person in my previous world.
Because of that, I'm a little uneasy.
I suspect whether this child is the reincarnation of some kind of bad man.
Because of uneasiness, I've asked my daughter in Japanese and English whether some crime transpired in her past life. [1]
Instantly, after my daughter was born facing her,
I said something like, [You should realize, right? This is a different world.]
[You are my sunshine! I am a pen!][2], figure of parent who is whispering.
It's humorous, right?
Aisha who is looking at my figure from the shadows was giggling and laughing.
I have no proof, but I think Lucy is not a reincarnated person.
While laughing at hearing my words, she replies nothing but some words like "Aba~" and "Abu~",
It's possible that she is hiding it, but not many adults can mimic a baby.
Even if that's the case, someone who desperately mimics a baby is not cute.
But, Lucy is cute.
To the extent I’m not bored being close to the crib.
I don't care anymore about reincarnated or not.
Even if Lucy's soul is reincarnated, I will just raise her very carefully.
Just like how Paul raised me.
"Today also, my child is cute."
"You're right. I wonder why she's becoming so cute."
"It's because her mom is cute, right?"
From behind Sylphy, I turn my hand around Sylphy's head and hug her.
I pretend I’m kissing around the back of her head, to feign burying my face into her hair.
The gentle scent is the scent of milk.
It's a natural perfume.
"Ehehe, thanks, Rudi,"
Sylphy while rubbing my hand, laughs while embarrassed.
Then, I see Roxy standing behind me.
"Mm, Roxy. How about yesterday's Rudi?"
Roxy is shivering.
"Eh, ah... That, I received it well."
"Though Rudi became rough when such a thing happened, were you not scared?"
"No, it's not scary. It's the second time, and Rudi was gentle too... Then, I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to apologize for."
"Is that so…"
"That is so."
Both of them are still awkward, but not strained.
A good balance is being preserved.
I can see the intention of them becoming friendly.
Something like the relation of three people, must be started and consist of three people's effort.
Particularly, I caused Sylphy trouble.
"Fo~od~, fo~od~, it's~ break~fast~?"
There's Aisha, who arrives to the living room while singing a song.
The song sucks.
She is probably improvising.
The genius Aisha seems to have no talent for singing.
"Good morning, madams of Onii-chan! Today's breakfast is same as usual, it’s generally the same!"
I see green soup and white bread.
Then, Aisha had prepared warmed horse milk.
In this area, so milk can properly come out, mothers who give birth to a child are given horse milk.
"Aisha, without being reluctant, explain the content of breakfast."
The one who entered from behind Aisha is Lilia.
She seemed to be in the kitchen again too.
"Wide bean, sweet potato soup, and wheat bread. And then horse milk full of nutrition."
In response to the words, Aisha explains the breakfast proudly.
Of course, I knew what it was- even if I did not hear her- because it’s what I eat every breakfast.
However, such a thing will be important as a tradition, too.
"Good. Then, wait a minute."
Lilia nods contentedly and enters the second floor.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
She comes down immediately with Zenith.
When Zenith is in the living room, she stops and stares at me.
Then, she sits in her seat silently.
"Good morning, mother..."
Several months passed, Zenith's memory has not returned.
But she changes little by little.
Particularly, it is remarkable seeing her show different actions when she's with Norn.
It's like dealing with a two or three year old child, such a feeling.
After all, to her daughter, there are things to think about.
I wonder: will her memories return little by little?
Probably, it's better to see the situation a bit longer.
"Then, let’s eat."
We eat breakfast together.
On my right is Sylphy; on my left is Roxy.
On the side across the table, lined up are Aisha, Lilia, and Zenith.
If Norn were here, she would sit down next to Zenith.
Although I do not remember particularly deciding her seat, it became such custom.
"From today, I'm at school too, and so I entrust Lucy to you."
"Yes, Mrs. Sylphiette. Leave it to me."