Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

I feel like I was relaxing in a warm and gentle place. But all of a sudden, when I wondered if I had suddenly come out of a dark, narrow, painful place into a bright spot, I heard an incredible voice coming out of my throat.

"Ogyaa~ Ogyaa~"

"Congratulations. It's a girl!

What is this? My eyes don't look well, my hands and feet are heavy, trying to figure out the situation in a surprising way, just a shadow of a bright space comes and goes.

Eventually he was plucked in the face with something, rubbed his body, and while he was covered with something like a cloth, he was bummed around, eventually quiet, and heard someone sobbing.

"How dare you..."

"I just have to say it as it is..."

At that time,

"Wait! When you get into the maternity room, Master Claire!

"Shut up! You're giving me orders!

The door banged with that yell, and there was an open sound, and someone seemed to come into the room.

"Claire is!

"That's... as soon as I give birth to your child..."

"Oh my God... Claire..."

Someone sounded like he was falling apart.

"My lord, I am the child that Claire gave birth to with her life at stake. She's a pretty lady."

Someone lifted me when I said that.

"Daughter... Claire's..."

There were signs the man who said so approached me. I managed to open my eyes to look around. But I couldn't wait to sleep earlier. Still, there was a shadow in my desperately open eyes.

"Oh, not only the blonde hair, but also the eyes, the purple of the Marquis..."

This is what the man who glanced at me said as such a surprise was raised.

"At least give me something that I wish just the color would have resembled Claire"

"My lord! It's precious to have two pale purples in a generation! That's not what you said."

"Enough! Claire's daughter. Look for a nanny and raise her not to die."

The man declared so, like other personnel.

Apparently I was born as a baby. I thought so as I was about to fall asleep.

"If you hadn't been born, Claire wouldn't have died."

To me falling asleep as it was, only a man's twinkle was remembered.

Then I woke up. What I felt was a fierce hunger. Someone came and let me include my warm breasts when I cried as instinctively as I could not understand the translation. And change diapers. Let them use the water while the sun is up. From the second time on, whether I was hungry or not, more or less people started coming to milk me at a set time and change my diapers.

By the time that rhythm solidified, I was used to the baby's body too and could think a lot.

This is that one, the so-called baby rebirth. Book lovers have often read books with such dreams.

If you follow your own memories, I feel dead in the hospital bed, though I'm not sure. If you follow it further, the warmth boils. Kind husband and cute children. The child who was about to cry in bed was in a year when he already had a grandson. Yeah, I'm sure it was a little early, but I must have died happy.

So how are you being a baby, and being considered like an adult with a memory, and knowing the language.

They drink milk and change their diapers again. The person always glances at and talks to my eyes, which are becoming more and more clearly visible, holding and shaking me for a little while.

"Poor thing. Hey, not only did your mother die, but your father neglected you. I wish I was a nanny, but I don't have to look for her. Noblemen really don't know what to do with a civilian like me."

But it hasn't been a long time since you gave up like that.

"Martha, how long is it taking you to milk me? You're always short on manpower!

Because someone who looks like a colleague will come and get you soon.

"I really need to hold him more and talk to him, but what are the people in this mansion thinking?"

Still saying that, Martha is a really good guy trying to stay with me for as long as possible.

I remember what I've been through in my spare time and think about it.

What I learned from the noise at birth was that my mother in this world died at the same time I was born. Being neglected by your father because of it. The house where I was born is apparently the Marquis. The room I saw since I did see it was a killing landscape, but it was huge. Though I'm not sure what the Marquis is like in this world.

Purple eyes on blonde hair. There were two pale purples, so I guess I have a brother or sister. I've never seen that before either. I had a face that didn't move the way I thought it was a baby, and I still laughed sarcastically. It must have been a little creepy if someone had watched.

I've seen him before because he bathes with people who milk him, but even his father has never been here.

Oh, there's another one. Think about it later.

Sounds like you wish you could milk it and keep it clean, but you don't grow a baby like that. Hold a lot, talk a lot, hit the sun sometimes, not just the dim light out the window.

Give it up if you cry, and be happy if you laugh. That's how I grew up as a person.

Because you are aristocratic, there is no way this situation where you are leaving your children alone is normal. Perhaps because his father neglects his children, he's afraid that he can put his hands on them and put something together, and nobody tries to get his hands on them.

But I'm not going to live unhappily ever after I was reborn. If no one will raise you, you'll have to grow up on your own. In the meantime, let's move a lot of bodies that don't make you think, and cry a lot.

Because that's what babies do. I was so determined, but I lost my sleepiness and fell asleep doing nothing. Unconscious.