It had been about four months since I was reincarnated. It was very frustrating not being able to move on my own, but somehow, time moved on because I got tired for no reason and slept through most of the days.

As the days passed, I started to understand their language. I never thought that learning French and Spanish would help me in this way. No, it wasn’t French or Spanish they spoke, it was a Latin-style language that had been developed and organized with structures similar to modern European languages.

The language they spoke was called Rosarish, and the country I lived in was called the Rosarium Empire. Though it was also called the Marrhea Empire, I noticed that Rosarians referred to it as Rosarium, while everyone else seemed to call it Marrhea.

And, of course, during this time, I learned a little bit about my family. My father’s name was Eliar Vibius Cornetia, my mother was Aurelia Cornetia, and I had an older sister named Lucretia Cornetia. I think my sister got married and moved to a very far place, but I wasn’t sure, I might have heard wrong.

By the way, I have to say, I was incredibly surprised that I only had one sibling. My parents were a little... too passionate.

For the first month, I could sleep comfortably at night, but starting from the middle of the second month, it became impossible to sleep despite my baby body.

They were literally doing it every night.

Sometimes, I tried to turn my back and sleep, but sometimes, I decided to watch. Why, you ask? Because I never thought magic could be used like this. I don’t want to go into details, but all I could say is : this is art. In the future, I would definitely learn telekinesis.

Oh, and yes, there was magic in this world. I had no idea what kind of magic system they had, but I saw my mother applying makeup with illusion-type magic and the servants creating something like a stone blender to make juice. I thought they could create and control the four basic elements and more.

Apart from that, they had lamps that worked with what looked like small stones, so there was no light problem.

And you know how I told you that my new name made me feel like I was from Ancient Rome? I was right. When my mom first took me out on the balcony and showed me the view, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Our house was on top of a hill overlooking most of the city, Rosarium, the empire's namesake and capital, which was sort of the Rome of this world. White houses surrounded by nature and trees, magnificent Roman temples, the reflection of the moon on the sea, and the city illuminated by magical light, even though there was no electricity, was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen.

If we go back to my family, well... My father seemed to be a politically powerful nobleman, or an important merchant, I wasn’t sure. The house we lived in looked like a very expensive place, so I was expecting something like this. At least two or three days a week, people who looked like nobles from different races, such as dwarves and elves, wearing purple, white, or red togas or late medieval-era silk clothes (I thought togas were some kind of cultural symbol, and they still wore them in hot weather,) visited our house, and spoke with my father.

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I thought my father must have been tired of talking to these people because, sometimes, he came to me, poked me, and asked me to cry. When I cried to help him, he would come running to me and kick his guests out of the house. I think he started to like me a lot because I helped him in this way.

At first, he would stroke my head once in a while, but lately, he had started spending more time with me or taking me with him when he went somewhere. He was a bit strange, he reminded me of my old self a little bit, which might even have been one of the reasons I took to him so easily.

And my mother… She sometimes sat quietly reading a book, sometimes combined random elements and tried to create new spells (I think), and sometimes chatted with the other noblewomen. She was the opposite of my father’s personality.

My father didn’t like people, it wasn’t hard to understand. There were very few people he actually sat and talked to or spent time with. When I said, ‘sometimes my mother chatted with the other noblewomen,’ I didn’t mean she liked to have tea with a few friends. She knows everyone.

There were many other races in this world besides elves and dwarves, and I was able to see most of them at the parties my mother organized to talk and have fun with her friends. There were elves of different skin colors, gnomes, demons whose only difference from humans was their horns, and animal people who walked on two legs and talked like humans. Cats, dogs, fox girls or men straight out of animes, everything.

And I have to say, I had been in the arms of so many gorgeous women, but none were as comfortable as the arms of a giant bear lady wearing a white dress. She might have been a little hairy, but the comfort was top-notch.

I was in the middle of a party again. We were in a big room that I would have called the living room of our house. I might have said ‘living room,’ but this place was huge. There was a fountain on the right side of the room, surrounded by two long sofas where beautiful elven women were lounging. The servants were waiting at the entrance with trays of fruit and appetizers. And sculptures… sculptures were everywhere.

There were about 15 nobles here, talking and talking and talking. But the bear lady seemed to like sitting on the couch, so I was fine.

“Look how relaxed he is,” the bear lady said softly, and I noticed my mother. She was behind the couch.“Isn’t that normal?” She walked slowly toward us. When she came closer, she first looked at the bear lady, then at me, and tickled her belly, “When he has a pillow like this.”

While the bear lady giggled, mom picked me up, lay down on the couch, and rested her head on the bear lady’s belly. She placed me on her chest, and we looked at each other.

“How do you feel, Aurelia?” The bear lady asked, looking at us with a smile.

Mama hugged me tightl, “Tired and a little bit happy. Can I lie here for a while?” Her hair spread over the bear lady’s dress, and she just nodded.

My mother may have stolen my place, but I didn’t mind.

After lying like that for about two or three minutes, one of my mother’s friends, a demon woman with short pink hair, came up to us and leaned over. Some people in this world had really strange eye and hair colors. But considering I had just been lying on a talking bear a few minutes ago, it didn’t seem so strange anymore.

“What are you doing here? Did you hear what happened to Tania last week?” she asked, speaking so fast.

“Yes,” Mother answered instantly.

“Isn’t it marvelous that—”

“I said yes, hoping you wouldn’t tell.” Even though my mother interrupted the demon, the smile on her face didn’t change.

“Yeah, that’s how I feel over there.

Anyways, Brunhilda found out she’s pregnant, and she wants to talk with you.”

With a glass of wine in her hand, she pointed to dozens of nobles gathered on the left side of the room. There were more people than I remembered, all gathered around a large rectangular marble table. The table was covered with wine and food.

My mother raised her head quickly. “Really? When did she come?”

“Just seconds ago.

And Mona, how long do you plan to sit here?” After the demon said that, my mother took me in her arms and stood up, with the bear lady following her. Mama kissed me on the forehead and stroked my hair, “Sure, I’ll come after I put Altevia to bed.”

I was already sleepy, so it was fine.

She took a step, but the demon grabbed her shoulder, “No, take him,” she said, trying to take me in her arms.

“They're competing to hold him, he'll get a headache.”

Thank you, mother.

“Headache?” She chuckled, “He was happy fondling us, an hour ago.”

Lie, I literally couldn’t control my hands properly.

My mother giggled as she looked at me, “Brunhilda would want to see him,” she handed me to the demon and added, “But only for a few minutes.”

Were you going to give up that easily, mom? I think I had decided what my first words would be.

After my mother threw me into the midst of the witches and I was passed from arm to arm for a while, I started to get a little headache. Luckily, Mona, my lady bear, took me in her arms and saved me from the torture.

Life was going well for now. No matter how bored I was, I knew I would soon start crawling. Until then, I had no choice but to wait.