Reborn Little Girl Wonât Give UpVolume 1
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I think I was drifting about in a warm and gentle place. However, an unbelievable sound came from my throat when seeing that I had suddenly appeared in a bright place from a dark, narrow and painful place.
âUgyaa ugyaa.â
âCongratulations. Itâs a girl!â
Whatâs this? My eyes, which tried to understand the situation despite my surprise, couldnât see very well, and my limbs felt heavy. But, human-like figures were moving around in the bright space.
Soon, my surroundings became very noisy, and then quiet. Before long, I heard someone sobbing while something wiped my face, scrubbed my body and my body was covered by something like a cloth.
âWhat should we tell the MasterâŠâŠ?â
âWe can only tell him the truthâŠâŠâ
Then,
âPlease wait! If you enter the delivery room, Claire-sama will-!â
âShut up! Are you trying to order me!?â
Along with the shouting, the door opened with a bang, and it seemed like someone had entered the room.
âWhereâs Claire?!â
âAs soonâŠâŠ as she gave birthâŠâŠâ
âHow can this beâŠâŠ? ClaireâŠâŠâ
It sounded as if that someone had collapsed on the floor.
âMaster, this is the child that Claire-sama gave her life to give birth to. Sheâs an adorable little girl.â
After those words, someone lifted me up.
âClaireâsâŠâŠ daughterâŠâŠâ
There was a sign that the man, who had said that, had drawn closer. I tried to open my eyes in order to look around. However, Iâve been incredibly sleepy since a while ago. But still, the shadow of a person was reflected in the eyes which I desperately tried to open.
âOh, she doesnât just have blonde hair, but also the violet eyes of the Marquis HouseâŠâŠâ
Amidst the surprised voices being raised, the man, who I was peeking at, added, âIt would have been better if at least the colour was similar to Claireâs.â
âMaster! Itâs precious to have two people with violet eyes in the same generation! You mustnât say such things!â
âEnough! Because itâs Claireâs daughter, itâs fine just to find her a wet nurse and raise her enough so that she doesnât die,â the man declared as if it no longer concerned him.
It seems that Iâve been born as a baby. I thought as I was about to fall asleep.
âIf you werenât born, then Claire wouldnât have died,â only the manâs mutter remained in my memory as I was dozing off.
After that, the only thing I felt when I woke up was a fierce hunger. As I entrusted myself to my instincts and cried, somebody came and put a warm breast in my mouth. Then, my diapers were changed and they bathed me with warm water while the sun was still out. From the second time onwards, someone would come to feed me milk at fixed times, regardless of whether I was hungry or not and changed my diapers.
When this rhythm settled down, I also got used to having a babyâs body and reached the point where I could think about various things.
This is one of those, the so-called, reincarnated into a baby things. Being a book lover, I often used to read books with such dreamy premises.
When I traced my memories, I had a feeling that I died on a hospital bed, although I wasnât certain. Tracing back further, I felt a warm feeling swell up from within me. A gentle husband and cute children. The children, who looked as if they would cry in bed, were already at the age to have had grandchildren. Thatâs right, my life ended a bit too early, but Iâm sure that I died happily.
So, why have I turned into a baby? Moreover, in a state where I still had my memories, thought in an adult-like way and understood language?
I was made to drink milk and my diapers were changed again. That person would always hold me and sway me around for a little as she looked into my eyes, which were starting to see a little more clearly, and spoke to me.
âYou poor thing. Not only did your mum die, but youâre also being neglected by your dad. Even though he said that he would find a wet nurse to look after you, he didnât even look. Assigning a commoner like me to you; I really donât get nobles.â
However, even this cuddling time doesnât last very long.
âMartha, how long does it take you to breastfeed? Weâre already short-handed!â Because someone, who appears to be her colleague, immediately calls her away.
âI really should be holding you and talking to you more. I have no idea what the people in this mansion are thinking.â
Even so, Martha, who had said that and tried to stay with me as long as possible, was a really good person.
During my spare time, I tried recalling and thinking about events that have happened until now.
What I learnt from the commotion that had happened after my birth, was that my mum in this world had passed away when I was born. Thatâs why I was being neglected by my father. Apparently, I was born into a Marquis House. The room, which I saw when I became able to see clearly, was a very dreary, but spacious room. Although, I still didnât understand what kind of existence a Marquis was in this world.
Blonde hair and violet eyes. Someone had said that there were two people with violet eyes, so I probably have an older brother or sister, but I still havenât met them yet. My face, like a babyâs, still couldnât move well yet, but I still smiled cynically. If someone had seen this, then they would surely think it was eerie.
The people who I have met are, the person who breastfeeds me and the person who bathes me. My father hasnât come to see me even once.
Ah, thereâs one more person. Iâll think about it later.
They mustâve thought that it was fine as long as they fed me and kept me clean, but babies arenât supposed to be raised that way. Babies needed to be talked to a lot, needed to be hugged a lot, and sometimes soak in the sun instead of the dim light coming from the windows.
Comfort them when they cry and be happy when they laugh. That was how babies grow up to be humans.
Neglecting a child wasnât normal even for nobles. Everyone is afraid that if they do something for me, they would be reprimanded; probably because father neglects me, so no one tries to do anything.
However, now that Iâve been reborn, I donât plan on living in misery. If no one is going to raise me, then I have no choice but to raise myself. For now, letâs move the body, which doesnât listen to me, a lot and cry a lot.
Because thatâs what a baby does. I, who had decided that, lost to sleepiness and fell asleep without doing anything. What a blunder.