Nigotta Hitomi no Lilianne

It's been two weeks.

Apparently, it is certain that I am a baby.

The word reincarnation comes to mind.

In the light novel I was reading in my last memory, the protagonist falls into an accident and is reincarnated into another world.

It's too intact to laugh a bit.

But even if I was reincarnated, I can't be sure that this is a different world.

It is the possibility that foreign countries do not understand the language.

Above all, I can't observe my surroundings because I'm blind.

But people can check with distorted whites, and lately, ceiling lighting? Other objects visible in white lines and shapes have been discovered.

When something like heating comes out of what appears to be a thin white mist from the part of the wall, the temperature in the room increases.

Little lanterns besides ceiling lighting? Looks like there's something like that.

The question is, do you want a white, little cylindrical thing at night? Because there is always someone who comes to the room, so I put a blur on it that it is a lantern.

I can't be sure.

The feeling that it is day or night is also quite vague and reminds me of the fact that the information I am getting from my eyes is quite important.

And the best harvest was that my body, too, could be seen white.

I couldn't see it at first.

If you've been in the room for a few days, observing who you're dealing with and who comes to the room, your eyesight can be discerned by a great deal of clutter, though little by little but not even as contoured? is up.

It turns out that this eye will grow.

When I look at my own hands, I see thin, small, white lines.

Since my neck barely moves, I tried and erroneously wondered if I could clearly see the other parts but only the ones I could see.

There were some discoveries.

The thin line could be gradually thickened when concentrated.

Even if it gets thicker, the whiteness of the line itself is thin, and I couldn't rely on anything, so now I try to concentrate on darkening the concentration and turning it white.

The concentration slowly and gradually increases with dozens of times slower when thickening.

When the whiteness, which was close to limitless transparency, became a little white

♪ My consciousness flies ♪

Apparently, when you increase the concentration and thicken it, you consume an extraordinarily different amount of health.

It was my first time, and I didn't know how far my consciousness would fly if I did it, so I started with a dangerous task now that I think about identifying limits anyway.

Concentrate to the limit, then sleep and recover to the limit.

Repeating the same thing over and over again, I realized that I wasn't consuming enough strength for my consciousness to fly even after doing many concentrations that my consciousness had flown through in the beginning.

Apparently this will grow as well.

Well, it's still hard to throw away simply because your baby's body has grown and gained strength.

Something else like getting used to concentrating and spending less energy?

It needs to be verified around here, but it can't be quantified, so I decided to do it with temperament.

I begin to wonder if I need a name for this white thing that I can also see from my body and other people's bodies.

As it stands, it is impossible to talk to others.

It's impossible to read books or babies' bodies.

I don't know if I can read the letters themselves.

Before that, blindness is too lethal to read, because it doesn't gather information at all.

In the meantime, I will hold my own theater in the brain, and my own conference in the brain.

Myself a "I can also see my body and other people's, so isn't life force reasonable!

Myself b "what is that thing that looks just as white for lighting, heating and lanterns!

I c "t even have proof of what I think is lighting or heating, is it really lighting? Is it heating? Rather, is it noon now? It's night? What time is it? Snacks yet?

Myself D "Do I need a name? For now, why don't you just keep your powers temporarily?

Myself e "Because it seems like an interesting force, you should give it a name! Here's the thing...... it feels like a medium secondary array!

Myself f "That's why you have that arrogant feeling of a name!

Many others "Gyah-wah-wah"

Myself in a judge's clothes: "Silence! Be quiet! I'll give you the verdict!

Myself d "that? When's the meeting coming to trial?

Judge, you're wearing clothes. "The name of this power is" Magic "! Note that this name was adopted to perhaps include the hope that this world would be a different world!

The Brain Myself Conference… The Brain Myself Trial was successfully concluded.

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If you change the concentration or thickness for a few days, repeat that you will sleep and recover.

As a result, my eyesight seems to have grown.

Much more or less I can grasp now.

What was no longer visible to people will be able to discern them as human beings.

We can't yet distinguish it clearly as an individual.

Only to the extent that the sprouts have become human.

The one who still spends the longest time dealing with me is giving me boobs.

Two weeks old? So of course, the meal is basic breast milk.

I'm not too embarrassed because I haven't gotten to the point of discerning the details.

Maybe it would be embarrassing if I could see this clearly.

No, he's already playing breastfeeding at his 30-year-old mental age, there's no way he shouldn't be ashamed...

I'm not excited...

I've never been very interested in breastfeeding play in the first place...... really?

I don't know why, I'm more relieved than ashamed, I'm savoring something warm... with a meal.

Well, it's unclear at the moment if this guy is my own... my own mother since I was reincarnated.

It would be a nanny if it wasn't my mother.

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They take care of the meals and the downstairs and everything else.

He even hugs me and walks in the room, lets me sit on my lap and read books, and sings songs to me.

The book doesn't understand what you're reading at all, and the song doesn't understand the lyrics.

It was like a slow nursery rhyme or a lullaby or something about the song.

It's very reassuring to hear.

Definitely think this guy's song is at a level where money can be taken.

Spend most of the day with this guy.

Even while I'm sleeping in my crib, it doesn't matter if they talk to me or if I have a toy or magic (temporary), or if I can't see it, but the sound is something that causes cancer.

Even so, it hasn't always been.

When they put me to bed in my crib, it looks like I'm cleaning up and cleaning the room.

Even when it comes to cleaning, I naturally didn't clean it.

It's obvious because it's a room with a baby, but it seems to be rubbing the ground or something, so I'm wearing a rag.

When the range of motion of the neck was expanding and I managed to see it, I waved my arm somewhat.

Probably wiping the windows.

Even if people can discern, they can't discern windows and walls, so they can't have certainty because they don't know where the windows and walls are, but even if they think about it from the circumstances, they would wipe the windows.

Baby care for cleaning children's room including window wipes at 2 weeks post partum.

Pretty heavy labor, isn't it?

Maybe it's not that hard because I don't cry at night, but somehow I don't think this guy is a mother.

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Every day there come in this room two smaller people, presumably their own brothers.

I can't distinguish between men and women just because of the high and low voices.

If I were an adult, my voice would be the only one, and I could tell about the difference between men and women.

When they come, the room gets very busy.

Strangely, but with a warm and gentle voice, he talks or touches me terribly.

When you touch me, it makes me very happy to touch back and do it the other way with my tiny own fingers.

Skinning with my brothers (tentative) is routine and they are in this room for quite some time.

Their room, maybe this one, too, but the bedroom seems to be something else. When some time passes, they leave.

They always kiss their cheeks or foreheads and say something when they leave the room.

As always, I don't understand what you're talking about, but maybe it's a good night or something.

Because it's the same word every time.

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It's usually just me and my siblings (tentative) and my nanny (tentative), but every two days or so, another person comes along.

This person is a woman and very warm, and when she is holding herself, her magic (tentative) is slowly releasing outside her body.

The magic (tentative) released is so warm... I feel so relieved when I touch it.

Yes, this magic can be touched.

I was very surprised when I first touched it.

I can't believe I'm surprised, I'm impressed.

Yes, I'm impressed.

I don't know why, but the moment I touched this released magic (tentative), there was something overflowing that could only be touched.

This is the only person who is releasing magic (tentative), and only when he is holding himself.

Is this phenomenon normal because we see no reaction whatsoever to the nanny (tentative) or sibling (tentative) who is with us when we start releasing and when that release comes together…… are we not able to recognize it?

I think this woman is probably her mother.

The warmth and tenderness of holding oneself is very similar to that of a brother (tentative).

No, just to be clear, it's more than a brother (tentative).

As far as nanny (tentative) and siblings (tentative) are concerned, there is no magic (tentative) release at all.

Apart from the mother (tentative), men who come once or twice every seven days have never released magic powers.

Even so, there is also a great lack of information regarding this man because he has only had it three times.

I think he's probably the father.

The warmth and tenderness of holding is very similar to that of the mother (tentative), and there is a place where the brother (tentative) leads to it.

She is held almost all the time when her father (tentatively) is present.

Even so, I never stayed long.

An hour or so.

He must be quite a busy man, my dear father (tentative).

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So far only these 5 people around.

He's only two weeks old, and maybe naturally.

By the way, Nanny (tentatively) is still in this room when she goes to bed.

You can't even take care of crying at night or leave your baby alone, so naturally.

Well, I've never cried at night.

I've never cried in Kako's two weeks.

I don't know about a baby that just never cries, but I'm kind of embarrassed to cry.

I can't give up all this.

I spent two weeks to this day like that.

Thanks to the fact that I was able to spend the majority of my time training for the growth of magic (tentative), the control of magic (tentative) within me was also pretty good.

Specifically, I became quite comfortable thickening and thinning, raising and lowering concentrations.

I think it's time to move on to the next step.

It's a temporary release of magic.