Reincarnated Daughter Wants to Enter the Monastery

"Ha, yeah, well? Oh, you want it?

"It's okay. Thank you, Noah's so sweet."

I always remember in the fall, when I was a kid.

My mother is weak and easily ill at the turn of the season.

Especially when it gets cold from fall to winter, it is decided to heat up and often fall asleep.

It's my fault.

I was born at the end of the fall.

By the time it was getting cold, my mother realized.

Whether it was because she was moving around to the critical, or because her mother was small, she said it was difficult to give birth anyway, and it took her three whole days after she realized I was born.

My mother, who ran out of strength in childbirth, lost consciousness shortly after she saw me born and was horrified, saying that the first time she held me up was two days after I was born.

And then the doctor pronounced me that I couldn't have any more children.

For once, she didn't tell her until her mother recovered somewhat to avoid shock, but when she heard it, she cried in response to her father, who had arrived beside her.

"Vanny, I, said I can't have your baby anymore...! Vanni, me, what am I supposed to do? What was wrong with you? You shouldn't because I can't?

Father,

"It's okay, Celie. A man was born. You're not a loser."

And though she comforted me, she said that her mother wanted to have more of her father's child, and she kept crying for a while.

He said that if you can't marry a nobleman and have a son, you can be cursed for not being helpful, and that's all your father thought about, although he comforted you because he thought your mother was worried about it, but your mother didn't think about that at all and simply wanted to have more sons of loved ones.

Though she sobbed and settled down for a moment, her mother, by the time she finally got out of bed, had not been able to get back into strength since then, was already in the spring.

A visit to the House of the Duke of Zephyrus at the end of the year, where his mother was the only one out of the realm who had been caged in the territory since his marriage, was also unable to go that year.

Bad milk, too, and I grew up with the milk of a nanny that my father had arranged beforehand.

My mother broke her body because she gave birth to me, but my mother was rather guilty of me.

"I'm sorry, Noah.

My mother can't give you a brother or a sister. "

When I was young, was it when I was over ten years old that I learned what that word meant whenever I was told I wanted a sibling?

Now that I think about it, what a cruel thing I've said.

My mother has always been sick that she can't have children.

But I do.

The truth is, my mother could have had another.

Instead of lying to your mother... the doctor didn't say the exact thing.

To be precise, it meant that I might be able to give birth to another, but this time I would be in high danger of losing my life.

His father, who had heard about it from his doctor before his mother woke up, ordered the doctor to tell him that he could no longer give birth.

If it's possible, my mother will risk her life to give birth.

My father didn't want to risk losing his mother.

Now that I have become a father myself, I know exactly how your father feels.

I was so scared when Dorothy gave birth to Olga.

Fortunately, although Dorothy was also light in production and ready to move.

But when I found out that Dorothy's plans for her second caged birth were at the end of the fall, I was anxiously about to be crushed.

Dorothy thinks she'll be able to give birth safely, but anxiety brings her head to the mundane moment.

Dorothy laughed at my anxiety.

"It's okay, Noah.

There's no way I'm going to leave you and die.

'Cause I'm not giving up as good as letting go of the happiness I've finally had in love for fifteen years in just four years for whatever reason. "

For the second time, a safe daughter was born, although she was harassed by a birth that would take longer than Olga did.

Of course, both mother and child are fine.

"So you said, right? I have to get away from Noah so easily."

Dorothy, who was somewhat screwed in childbirth, said so and laughed.

And hold my daughter up.

"What about this girl's name in Rosemary, given her mother-in-law's name"

I said.

That is a care for my mother, who must have been unable to give birth to a second.

I gratefully received Dorothy's attention.

In a few moments, there will be numerous applications for engagement to Marie from the aristocracy seeking to connect with our home.

But I'm going to say no to all the stories that Marie signed up for without even looking at herself.

Marie's marriage partner wants Marie to be the one who craves herself.

And one day when Marie becomes my mother, I want her to be the other child that Marie loved so deeply that she wanted to give birth even if she risked her life.

Of course, though I really have trouble being put to death.