65: A Loving Mother

A Loving Mother

The last time that I world traveled, I couldn't really feel anything. It was more of a loading screen than anything else...2

It was only during the aftermath that I was able to properly take in my surroundings and realize where I had been randomly inserted.

However, this one felt quite a bit different.

My body felt like it was being squeezed on all sides by an invisible force. Not to mention, I couldn't open my eyes whatsoever, nor was I able to hear anything but an incredibly loud heartbeat.

This lasted for what felt like a very long time.

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A high-pitched voice reached my ears all of a sudden.

I wasn't able to make out any coherent words unfortunately, but it sounded like a woman that was having trouble breathing or something.

Now, the fact that I had been in this same position for such a long time, I would've considered myself dumb if I hadn't connected the dots eventually.

I was literally being reborn.

A woman was giving birth... to me.

Yeah, this is off to a great start.

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~Nobody's POV~

"You just need to push a little more, my lady!" A white haired girl told the woman that was currently giving birth. "The child is nearly out!" She repeated for the fifth time, an underlying tone of excitement accompanying it.

"Urgh!... O-Okay, I got this." The black haired woman said, clearly exhausted from how long it was actually taking for the child to be introduced to the world. Due to the fact that she was from an extremely uncommon race, which was known for having an even more miserable childbirth process, it had been taking a very long time for anything to happen.

Fortunately, the white haired girl was right on the money this time because there was a small head beginning to peek through, and the mother put all of her energy into getting the rest of the child's body to come out.

"You're almost there!"

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"Oh my, he's so precious! Kyaa!~" The white haired girl cheered, handing the baby to the mother, who was relieved that it was finally over with.

The black haired woman had a happy little smile as she brought the child up to eye-level with her, affectionately cooing at him while gently poking his cheek. "My cute little baby boy..." She whispered, a playful glint in her strikingly red slit orbs.

Both women had already become obsessed with the adorable baby, showering him in an endless amount of pure love.

Keenly, within the back of their minds, they noticed that the child had never once cried as what was usually expected in a situation like this.

Neither of them pointed it out, instead continuing to dote on the boy with their undivided attention.

Eventually, one of them had to bring up the elephant in the room, and it was the white haired girl who did it first. "What are you going to name him, my lady?" She inquired, already trying to come up with a bunch on the spot.

"...Dante."

There wasn't much hesitation, if any at all, as the woman spoke it into existence.

The blue eyed girl hummed in delight, liking the sound of it as she quietly repeated the name under her breath.

Bright red eyes growing progressively heavier by the minute, the newly made mother lovingly cradled her baby as she slowly began to fall asleep. "His name will be Dante Vizac..." She trailed off in a weak tone of voice, mentally and physically drained from the birth of her child.

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"Get back here!" A voice echoed through the large home, clearly belonging to a female.

Throughout the manor's long hallways, a curvy black haired woman chased after her three year old son, a pair of red slit eyes locked onto his small figure as he scampered away from her with a high amount of energy coursing through him.

"Catch me if you can! Hahaha!" The boy taunted, cutting sharp corners and squeezing through tight areas in order to make it more difficult for the woman currently on his heels.

The chaotic duo passed by a few maids as they continued their little game and all of them simply took it in stride, most likely used to their playful banter as well.

It was just another day in the manor.

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Filled with warm water, a seven year old boy stepped into a decently-sized wooden basin that had been placed inside of his room. It was big enough to fit two people.

Trailing behind him in a similar state of nudity, his mother carefully sat down with the child just centimeters away from her. The room was fairly quiet as she began to gently splash water on all of the areas that hadn't been submerged already. The child simply relaxed as she did it, having grown quite fond of these particular moments with his mother.

Due to the fact that mother was often busy concerning other business matters, many of the maids had suggested for them to do it in her stead, but she usually declined when it was possible. She had always taken a really hands-on approach when it came to her son, wanting to spend as much time as possible with him at any given opportunity.

It was like that had been all she thought about ever since he was born.

"Mama..." The boy murmured, tilting his head up in order to look at the woman currently trying to wash him. A pair of red slit eyes focused on the child, curiosity swelling within them.

"What is it, dear?" Her tone was rich with a gentle kindness, affection leaking through as the woman poked his cheek as the angelic sound of a soft feminine giggle reverberated through the room.

"...Can I learn how to do magic? I heard a few other kids talking about it earlier today."

The woman immediately froze at his question, a feeling of panic and reluctance coursing through her. She had always hoped that this type of situation never happened, afraid that it could set her son down a certain path, and that he would end up leaving her all alone.

A part of her knew that it was just a natural fear of a mother, afraid of anything that could take their children away, which would most likely result in them attempting to shelter the child. However, that also had the possibility of inducing a sense of resentment, and she just wanted her precious little baby to be happy.

It was an extremely tough battle but she eventually relented, reaching the decision that tomorrow would be when he could start trying to learn it.

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