I reeled from the shock, I steadied myself by placing my hands on the crib for support. To my surprise, I saw another infant inside, this one with blonde hair.

"What? Do babies just spawn overnight? Is this like a double EXP event?" I muttered, still dazed.

The maid, Nana, looked at me with concern. She reached out to touch my forehead, checking my temperature. Her face was filled with worry as she gently guided me to sit on the bed.

"Are you alright? Do you have a fever? You're cold and sweating. Come, sit down," she said, patting me affectionately.

"I'm alright, Nana. Actually, no. Scratch that. I think I just had another aneurysm. And this isn't sweat—it's ice vapor," I replied.

"Another what? If you're sick, we can wake your mama up."

"No, I'm fine. [Low Heal]. [Low Regeneration]."

The spells worked, and the headache began to subside. But then it hit me—I had just used magic in front of her. Strangely, she didn’t seem surprised at all.

"You don’t seem surprised, Nana," I said.

"About what?"

"That I can use magic, despite my age."

"Didn’t you already use it last year when you helped me with my morning sickness? You even told me to keep it a secret."

"Last year?" I paused. "Nana, what year is it?"

"If I recall correctly, it’s 486."

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

A heavy silence settled over the room.

"...Nana, please keep this a secret, but I don’t remember anything that happened last year. That might explain why I don’t recall having a sister... or sisters."

Her eyes filled with tears as she hugged me close, pressing me against her bountiful chest. My face was brought near the baby, who laughed and reached out, pinching my cheek.

I smiled and reached out, gently touching her cheek in return. She giggled happily, her laughter melting some of my unease.

"Nana, can you please explain everything to me?" I asked softly.

"Alright," she replied, sitting beside me.

---

Nana had been with me since birth, and I saw her more as a big sister than a maid. She was someone I could confide in, someone I trusted with my worries. Her real name was Lana, but since it was hard for me to say as a toddler, I called her "Nana," just as I called my mother "Mama" and my father "Papa." Although, to be honest, I kind of just wanted to call my father "bastard."

"Maybe I’ll call him formally next time," I muttered to myself.

Nana began to recount the past. She explained that she was my father’s childhood friend. My father, as it turned out, had been quite popular with women—handsome, strong, respectful, and, as Nana put it, "gentle." I thought "pushover" sounded more accurate.

Apparently, he had a habit of white-knighting whenever a girl was in trouble, which made them swoon over him. This, Nana explained, was due to his guilt over failing to save his foster sister.

However, he was also afflicted with the density of a harem protagonist. My mother was the one who eventually proposed to him. They got married while Nana was off on a "side quest" to find an aphrodisiac.

"Wait... what?" I interrupted. "Are you seriously telling this to a kid?"

But she continued. She described how she saw the "happy protagonist" with his newlywed wife. She made a side tangent, complaining about how slow transportation was in this world.

When I finally convinced her to get back to the point, she confessed that she had tried to seduce my father. But since he was too dense, nothing happened. Then, when my mother was away healing the local noble, Nana had "forced him onto the bed."

"Wait, WHAT?!" My jaw dropped.

For a moment, I considered using [Blood Relation] on my blonde sister, but I quickly decided not to open that can of worms.

Forced? I thought. This is the same father who’s strong enough to 1v1 a ground dragon. Then she said that she was an assassin previously. Okay, duly noted.

She explained that both she and Mama had started experiencing morning sickness at the same time. I had secretly helped both of them with healing magic, but apparently, Nana had caught me in the act and we agreed to keep it a secret.

Eventually, things got awkward, and Nana decided to leave for her hometown, expecting my father to stop her. Instead, he just meekly sat there, saying nothing.

Before her departure, I had offered to join her to take care of her and my baby sister in my father’s absence. I even dressed up for the occasion, wearing worn leather armor, a dusty old cloak, and a rusted rapier.

But when we reached the carriage, my father showed up, saying that my mother had agreed to let Nana stay.

Nana’s voice softened as she recalled those moments. "That’s why I really like you. You helped us stay together."

---

Among all the things she told me, one detail stood out: the poor man’s set I had worn. It was an outfit designed for beginners, meant to lower the enemy’s guard. I was confident enough to wear it back then, which meant it must have been enchanted as hell.

The question is, where is it now?