Murabito Desu Ga Nani Ka?

Good, and I laughed in my heart.

Because my second life started in the same place as last time, in the same situation.

"Lute!!

That being said, it was a blonde, blue-eyed woman who put me up big in the house.

First of all, I thought you were young...

Well, that's right.

Anyway, it's a simple calculation, because the age of 13 years has been subtracted from the mother I've been watching until this time.

So, seriously, I think looking at my mother.

The owner of a busty breast in his late twenties - blah, she's beautiful.

For better or better, I think it's something that the aristocrats could normally have had a romantic marriage without being forced to concubine.

"Happy second birthday -!

Yes, it's my second birthday.

Inside the dilapidated log house you'll find the finest of luxurious cuisine.

Well, that said... I just have bacon soup on my usual black bread.

Anyway, it's a place to celebrate in a situation where you're going to be poor and you're going to have the best of your hard work.

The neighbors are also called - and there, naturally, is the figure of the Cordelia family of neighbors.

An honest thought comes to mind when I look at a red-haired woman holding a cordelier and say, 'Oh, my aunt's not too young'.

And this is another hell of a beauty.

Cordelia herself being held has such a neat face as' Are you really human 'that it is natural to say that the mother is beautiful...

Well, that's held by my mother as a good thing, and I try to reach for the black bread on the table.

"This is Lute? Is the solids a little early for Lute?

That said, my mother started moving to the corner of the room holding me.

We are poor farmers.

The house is naturally small and has only one room.

And my mother was headed to a place divided by curtains.

... Is it easy to tell when you are forced to divide one room into two?

Well, the point is, it's a multi-purpose place, but this time it's a dimension of being used instead of a breastfeeding room.

And the mother took out her breasts.

"Yes, Lute. Boobs -"

"Oh, ma'am? Because I'm still sucking on your milk?

I heard Cordelia's mother's surprised voice over the curtain.

That question is natural, and our mother is letting a two-year-old suck his dick.

Regardless, that is insane, in the case of normal babies, if they are as young as one year old, they will be weaned... the first time they eat the face honestly.

No, was it a problem before that in the first place?

Somehow I get used to a situation where I suddenly suck on a strange beautiful woman's chest... and that's where it started.

"Yeah, I'm smoking, but what? Something... strange?

"............... No, it's weird if you say it's weird, and you say it's not weird if you say it's not..."

At the time my aunt was mumbling with Gonyo Gonyo, I began to hear the sound of the baby Cordelia's father was holding.

That's Cordelia's brother, a few months old baby.

"Oh. Looks like our kid's hungry, too."

That said, my aunt also came inside the curtain compartment.

That's how my aunt started breastfeeding her son by revealing her breasts, just like our mother.

So, as I watched my aunt sucking her mother's milk, my aunt laughed jokingly and said:

"Hmm? Lute, do you want my opium too?

To an aunt like that with a laugh, our mother said this in Mach.

"I don't want it"

With a powerful voice - and it was total denial.

"... Huh?

A lot of silence flows.

And I'm still sucking on my mother's milk and watching my aunt.

Again, my aunt said this like a laughing joke with Nicole.

"After all, Lute, you don't want my opium either."

'I don't want it,' my mother assured me before my aunt finished saying it.

"... Huh?

"Lute is fine if it's just my dick."

"... Huh?

"Lute is... mine... as long as it's just my opium."

"................................................ Huh?

"Lute loves her mom. My mom's a luv! What would you like to try?

"Try...?

"This kid hates hugs other than me. Would you like a hug? Because this child cries quickly when held by others. 'Cause Lute loves her mom, so she can't possibly not cry!

".................. Huh?

Our mother offered me for an aunt who looked pretty pulled it off.

And my aunt spread her hands reflexively, hugging me.

"I'll cry soon."

I was a confident mother like that, but I don't cry.

I mean, before my memory on Earth came back to life, I was really a people-friendly kid that my mom loved...

"... you won't cry, will you?

At the same time my aunt told me that, our mother's face turned pale.

"Why... why not!? Lute!!! Lute!? My mom's better than this... Lute likes my mom, doesn't she? Lute wants her mom to hold her!!? If so... why!? Why aren't you crying!? You don't cry and ask your mom for help!?

"Such a woman...?

An aunt with a Kyotong look on her face.

She must have noticed our mother's anomaly in this response, just like she did last time.

Still, after all, I think the Cordelias are pretty good because they were close to each other.

- It's time you noticed, but our mother loves her son on a pathological level.

As it was, my mother started running to the front door with me in her arms.

"Hey, you!? Where are you going!?

Ignoring his calling father, his mother runs like a shedding.

"Get Lute... Get Lute to the doctor... Huh!

Thus, we rush in a straight line with tremendous momentum towards the village's only pharmacist's house.

- Well... I was relieved to have the same mother like that.

And time flies late at night.

I don't know what time it is right now, but... it would be like three ugly times or something like that.

The crib put me to bed. I looked around. Good, my mother and father are asleep.

If a private room is appreciated, I can move into action a little more boldly... and I stick my hands up to the ceiling in a sleeping position.

And be mindful.

- I could.

What I'm doing right now... is using magic.

It is commonly referred to as the magic of life, and it is easy to use even a baby if you understand the concept and even get the hang of it.

Well, understanding the concept is difficult for normal babies, or I can't do it except for genius children who do everything with their senses, like they are born with high-level magic control skills.

That's Holla, I'm clear because my head is grown up and my body is childish... and I'm a famous detective.

So, as a result of that magical exercise, a slight wind rolled up indoors.

It's the wind that the baby wakes up, so it's not as powerful as the wind has come through the window. So now that my parents are asleep, I don't feel bothered or anything like that.

But I go out of my way to get up until midnight and use my life magic on it to make a slight breeze indoors.

What's the point of that... There's no point in making the wind itself.

The only reason I chose the wind was because it was the least noticeable, I could have started a fire about a match, or served a glass of water.

My purpose - I mean, magic consumes my MP (Magic Point).

Again, I slammed my hands against the ceiling. Then there is a loose breeze indoors again.

Once, twice, three times, four times...... eyes are underdeveloped.

Apparently my magic has stopped here...... depleted.

So, why did I repeat that until my MP reached zero... that's decided.

To be strong.

- Well, should we get down to business? What can I do to make the villagers stronger... in that first phase.