While lying in a crib Tibaut decided to organise the information he obtained from the past few days.

It's now been a few days since my birth (Man, that feels so weird to say) and I've come to learn a few things. That black-haired woman who gave birth to me is apparently named Tomoe. Given that I haven't seen any tatami mats around I have no idea what she's doing in a place that just screams European, although it is possible I may be in the Russia of this world. I have also figured out my name is Tibaut. I didn't even know a name like that even existed. You always hear a bunch of old-timey names in video games like Moriarty or Mordecai but man, Tibaut? Whatever, I can always change when I get older. Oh, and that red-headed brat who loved to get in my face is apparently my brother. What kinda horseshit is that? I get reincarnated and I'm still someone's younger brother.

He briefly wondered how his other brother was doing but quickly changed his train of thought.

His name is Pyrus and man I still can't get over my name. Like he gets a name worthy of at least being a member of the main character's party and I'm stuck with some background npc name.

As he was going through his thoughts his mother Tomoe, followed by the maid, entered the room and picked him to breastfeed. He gave no reaction to this and started sucking on her teat.

Oh, I was starting to feel hungry. Man, it does feel kinda weird doing this. Though, to word it better, it feels weird how natural this seems to me. I've seen her right boob so many times at this point, yet it feels no more important than looking at a wall. Although, compared to being conscious of it, this does seem like the better option.

The maid then brought Tibaut into her own hands and put him down on a nearby table to change his diapers.

This woman's name is apparently Cillia and I do feel like the day I'm capable of speech again, I need to profusely apologise to her.

Cillia then finished up and placed him back in his crib.

Initially, I did feel like this was heaven but I'm leaning more on the fact that this is more B. Although I must be quite lucky to have rich parents in both lives. Apparently, I'm the youngest heir of some nobles called the House of Agirow. However, I don't feel like 'some nobles' is appropriate as the only ones at my birth were my parents, my brother and the maid. Either we're so high up in the family we don't have other members present at special events or we're literally some low-rung family nobody cares about. Eh, as long as I can have an easy life it doesn't really matter too much, to be honest.

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Little baby Tibaut looked quite tired as his eyes started to close.

Jeez, being a baby is so tiring. I've done nothing but poop, eat and sleep these last few days. Add video games and comics and this wouldn't be any different from my last life.

He then quietly fell asleep.

He then woke up and had a walk around the manor.

Huh, something feels a bit different.

He began walking around in circles trying to figure out what it was. He then looked down.

Ah, it appears I am standing.

He then began looking at his limbs and realised that they were way longer than before.

He noticed a person-sized mirror in the room and approached to confirm something.

I see. It appears a few years have passed.

By his estimations, he was approximately somewhere between three and four. He tried his best to recall the previous years but it all seemed like such a blur he couldn't recall anything.

I know you can't really remember memories from when you were a toddler but this is ridiculous. I can't even remember if I still wet the bed.

The door in the room soon opened and behind it came his brother.

"Yo Tibaut, your brother finished studying."

He then picked up Tibaut and started bringing him up and down in the air.

What the hell is he- well I guess this isn't so- hehehehe this is so fun.

"Higher, higher, higher," Tibaut demanded of his brother.

"Sorry Tibaut, I nearly threw you to the roof one time and everyone really got angry. Although they probably won't mind if was outside, however,"

He looked outside the window and it was pitch black.

"I don't think they'll let us outside this late for just this."

Tibaut was paying absolutely no attention to his brother and was having the time of his life.

Soon the door opened and the maid came into the room. Although it didn't seem that Pyrus noticed. He then threw Tibaut into the air one more time. However, he didn't seem to come down.

With sweat now visible on his face, Pyrus looked to see where his brother went, only to notice him floating. No, on closer inspection someone was holding him above his head. He turned around and noticed Cillia. With a look that put fear into the heart of any man, she asked him

"Young master, I thought I told you to get some books from the study. What are you doing here?" Even the four-year-old Tibaut could feel the contempt coming from her voice. She noticed the fear the little boy had and started comforting him by rubbing his head.

Within that moment, Pyrus saw an opening in the nigh-invincible Cillia. He took his chance and ran towards the door. Unfortunately for him, this resulted in getting kicked as soon as he got behind her. She then put Tibaut down and patted him on the head with a smile.

"Little- no, young master your parents will be here shortly. And please don't grow up to be a slacker like your brother."

She then grabbed Pyrus by his collar (he was still lying on the floor) and dragged him out of the room.

Tibaut soon awoke from his dream.

"Ugh, is it a good or bad thing to dream about the past?"

He then got up and prepared himself for the day.