So this was the new world I had come to, uh? Once I opened my eyes, things changed slightly from what I thought a new world would look like. I guess I didn't expect such a sudden change in timelines or whatnot; I thought I would still reincarnate into a modern-era world instead of this.

I mean, were you kidding me? Are people still lighting up their homes with candles instead of lightbulbs? Oh man, I really hope I didn't get reincarnated into a third-world country. This was the first thing I thought of until, of course, I saw the people who were my parents.

The guy, who I assumed was my father, wore such an antiquated attire like the ones people from ancient Europe would wear back in the medieval ages or something of the sort, with so many clothing layers and what looked like a sword on his lap.

As for my mother or the lady who I assumed to be my mom, well, she didn't exactly strike me as a modern-era girl but more or so like a very old-fashioned church lady; what did you call those again? A nun? Wait a second! A nun gave birth to me? That didn't seem right.

"I get that my baby is okay, but what happened to my wife?!" The man who now holds me frantically asks the nun for their wife, so did that mean the nun wasn't my mother? Then where was my mother? The looks on the nun did not seem reasonable, and that's when she revealed a devastating truth.

"Your wife, she, uh. Well, she didn't make it; she died right after giving birth to her." Uh!? Wait no! I've just reincarnated into a new world, and I already committed murder?! Well, I guess it's unfair to blame me for it, but still, why did it have to be this way?!

And wait a second longer. Did I just hear the nurse say that my mother died giving birth to me in the female noun? The nun clearly used the 'her' noun just now, didn't she?! Oh, come on! I killed my mother at birth and also reincarnated as a girl!? IN MEDIEVAL TIMES!? Is the game in hardcore mode or what?!

I couldn't even fully process what had happened before I started feeling tears falling into my small baby body, which was coming from my devasted father. I would have no issue with the way he tries to relieve his grief if it wasn't because I started slipping from his grip ever so slightly.

Come on, man! Get a hold of yourself now, or you will drop me head first into the stone floors! Without being able to speak or make any other noise, I simply start crying to try and get the attention of my father, who suddenly looks annoyed at me like he wants to kill me or something, WOAH! I'M YOUR KID, YOU DUMB DUMB!

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"Are you sure you're up to raising them alone? We can help you." The nun interrupted my father's death stare toward me, which was genuinely starting to terrify me as I didn't see any small ounce of love in his eyes. All I saw was hatred and anger coming my way like I had anything to do with the fact his wife had died!

"Yes, I'm sure. I'll take care of the funeral when I get the funds." My father nonchalantly responds to the nun as he slowly leaves the place of my rebirth, yet once we are outside and nobody is watching, I soon hear my father's real thoughts.

"You'll become my next wife. I could always go for a newer model." What the hell did he just say? HEY! ANYONE! Please! Help me! THIS MAN IS CRAZY! HELP ME! Of course, since I didn't have any way of speaking, all the people hear is my endless crying, which led my father to silence me.

"Shut up already. I swear, I'll rip your damn tongue off if you don't shut up." By the looks in his eyes and the pressure over my small body, I could tell that my father wasn't joking, but even so, would he really make me unable to talk just because I cried too much?

Not wanting to gamble my ability to speak, I simply stop crying all of a sudden like a magic trick, albeit a really messed up one. "Weird, it almost feels like you can understand what I say. No, I must be imagining things; babies can't understand shit." My father bluntly says as we finally arrive at another place that looks like a house.

"Alright, home sweet home." My father, without much care, simply puts me down on a table before he runs off to look for something in another room or something. I looked horrified around me, only seeing cages and other things nearby; what the hell was this place?

As soon as I started to look around as much as possible, my father returned with scissors that looked all old and rusty, which, of course, didn't get me any good feelings whatsoever. Was he seriously going to cut my tongue off?! NO WAY!

"Alright, time to make you mute. I hate crying babies, and you seem very fond of crying, so it's time to quiet you down. You killed my wife. It's only fair I make you suffer in life as well." My father soon reaches me once more as his left-hand lifts my small body his way.

Wait, wait, man! I won't cry. I fucking swear I won't cry! Since I couldn't speak still, all I managed to do was give my father more reason to brutally place his pair of rusty scissors into my mouth until I felt intense pain in my throat going completely quiet all of a sudden.

{Mute cries of pain}

I was still crying and throwing air toward my vocal box, but nothing much came out except a very quiet 'Wah' sound that was so muffled you could barely hear it. As for the pain I was feeling, let's just say it was more painful than when I broke my leg that one time.