I was barely awake and my vision was still blurry.
I could see that it wasnât just Dad and (possibly) Uncle Woo-Myung in the room. Quite a few other people had gathered.
There was my dad and the uncle who looked like a mountain bandit, a middle-aged, gentle-looking nanny, two older sisters in their 20s, and so on.
When I saw the old man who looked like a mountain bandit standing right next to my dad, I was convinced.
âHeâs really Uncle Woo-Myung!â
Uncle Woo-Myung, who looked like a mountain bandit, was the only one who could smile foolishly like that!
Uncle Woo-Myung wasnât my real uncle.
That was because neither my mother nor father had any siblings.
However, my father treated him like his own brother.
âI wish I had a cute daughter like Seo-na!â
Uncle Woo-Myung, who only had only four sons, would always say that as his bearded chin prickled mine.
Still, I persevered, because after rubbing my cheeks, my uncle always gave me plenty of pocket money.
Yes, I was a very greedy child.
So, when my uncle gave me portraits and asked me, âDo you like Dad or Uncle?â I would answer, âUncle!â and hurt my delicate dadâs heart.
Of course, my uncle also looked a little different now compared to my previous life.
But my uncleâs aura that I could see was the same color as it was back then.
His aura was still a warm green color.
Being able to recognize my dad at first glance was also because of my ability to see the aura of others.
Of course, if it wasnât for that, I wouldnât have been sure that he was my father.
Anyways, good news hit me one after another.
âOh my God! My uncle is still alive?â
Uncle Woo-Myung was killed in the same battle as my dad.
But now, the two of them were right in front of me.
I was so moved that I stood blankly, looking at my dad and uncle.
Then my dadâs face hardened even more.
âIf it was as hard as marble earlier, does that mean his face is as hard as granite now?â
I shouted with my arms outstretched just in case,
âBaba?â
âUgh, my pronunciation.â
âShould I do some training to develop my tongue muscles?â
âIf I donât, itâll be too embarrassing for me to live!â
But my fatherâs expression changed very slightly upon hearing my voice.
âFrom granite to clay soil?â
The change in expression was surprisingly small, but the change in aura was quite large.
He swayed visibly as if he was somehow moved.
As if he couldnât hold on any longer, my dad gently hugged me.
His warm and strong arms were just like the father I remembered.
It was then that I realized it.
This was now my reality.
My dad was alive.
He was alive and was holding me.
It was not a dream nor my imagination.
When I opened my eyes in this world, I was able to feel relief for the first time.
I was worried that this all mightâve been an illusion, but now I could be sure that it was not.
I could feel my fatherâs warmth clearly.
His warmth and aura that I missed⌠This was reality.
I was reincarnated.
I had to close my eyes tightly, as tears were about to come out of nowhere.
***
Uncle Woo-Myung said to my father,
âYour Majesty. You must go. Although they didnât make it to the naming ceremony, an envoy from Hastia is waiting for you now.â
My dadâs face hardened.
I didnât know why, but Dadâs aura was noticeably agitated.
âYes. Letâs go right away.â
It was sad that my dad was about to leave, but I couldnât do anything.
I was sure he was still a Korean to the bone and that his overworking habits mustâve been the same.
Staying together with him was enough! I wouldnât ask for more.
So, I smiled as cutely as possible and saw my dad off.
âPapa! Haithing!â (Papa! Hwaiting*!)
TL/N: Good luck in Korean.
ââŚâ
I thought my dad would smile and hug me as he did in our previous life.
But my father was silently staring blankly at me.
I was getting nervous from waiting for him to move.
But he didnât move towards me.
He slowly turned around and left the room.
I was a little sad, but I was glad to encourage him anyway.
My dead father came back, and that was enough!
Anyways, the room was quiet after my father, uncle, and the servants who followed him rushed out.
Only me, the nanny, and the maids were left.
The nanny was holding me at the naming ceremony earlier, and it was the first time I saw these two maids.
I decided to improve myself step by step, starting from understanding the current situation.
âIâll open my mouth and make a sound.â
âAbuaa! Bubu!â
As expected, I couldnât say a proper word.
So far, I had only succeeded in saying one word.
âPapa!â
Well, fortunately, thatâs the most important thing.
In fact, I decided to ignore the fact that it wasnât the right pronunciation*.
*TL/N: In Korean, she usually called him ěëš (basically âabbahâ with an emphasized âbâ sound), which means father, but after reincarnation, she could only say, ěě (more like âab-ahâ with a weaker âbâ sound) which is the wrong pronunciation in Korean.
At least it made sense.
I clenched my fists and vowed,
âThis is great. Now that I have a second life from killing the Demon King, Iâll live well this time!â
***
I tried moving my arms and legs.
I couldnât tell whether my hand was actually a hand, a bite-sized dumpling, or an egg potato.
I also tried to sit and stand up by leaning on the edge of the crib.
âUhâŚâ
There was a fairly large mirror hanging in the corner of the room, so I would move while checking my movements with the mirror.
â⌠Yosh!â
Each time I would groan, and then repeat the routine.
It was a bit embarrassing.
To me, it felt like I was working out with several hundred kilograms of weight.
The girl in the mirror kept groaning and scratching her butt.
âWhatâs this!â
I would have to try using my magic powers while no one was around.
âI should try using them as soon as possible, or else thereâll be a riot.â
I had seen many cases in my past life when I was at a very young age, where I was awakened and suffered a threat.
I also didnât know who could be my guardian in this world.
It was best to be careful as I didnât know the situation here.
I heard quite a few negative comments about me at the naming ceremony earlier.
âIâll have to try magic myself later.â
I would also have to check the system messages that I skipped over because I was too annoyed earlier.
âIâm sure it said something about compensation and the mana circuit.â
âHowever, me checking the system window might seem strange to others.â
The rumors that I was an idiot were nearly gone, but I did not intend to increase the negative rumors by doing strange things.
The only thing I could do in front of others was to check how much I could move.
Like what was happening right now.
âHuffâ!â
While I was struggling, the maids said,
âGasp! Our baby has stood up! I-itâs so cute!â
âOh my! The princess kept sitting and getting up!â
They mustâve been worried because I had been so motionless until recently.
âIs this a dream?â
âOh, look at the princessâ buttâŚ!â
âThat sounds a bit strange, but Iâll ignore it.â
Anyway, thanks to the mirror, I was able to check my appearance.
My reflection looked almost identical to the one I saw in my family photo album as a child.
But a little⌠cuter?
Anyway, excluding my hair color and eye color, the appearances were almost the same.
My hair color resembled my fatherâs, it was a mysterious golden color with a reddish tint.
My eyes were blue-purplish, which were different from my fatherâs.
My father in this world had dark blue eyes.
âTheyâre beautiful. I think it will resemble my fatherâs eye color more as I grow up.â
Anyways, how I looked was not my choice, so there was nothing I could do about it.
After seeing my father and my uncle, I think I understood now.
I wasnât the only one who was reincarnated here.
Although not entirely identical in appearance, there were similarities between them in their previous life and now, and their auras were almost identical.
In my case, I had the same ability as in my previous life.
âIt seems like Iâm the only one with memories of my past life.â
I suddenly realized something after putting the pieces of the puzzle together.
âMom, brother⌠Maybe Iâll be able to see all of my family!â
I had already met Dad again.
All that was left was my mother, who died three years before the Demon King was summoned.
And⌠my brother, who died protecting me.
When I thought of the possibility that my family could be reunited as a whole after 13 years, my heart was pounding.
So I screamed without realizing it, raising both of my arms.
âAngdadada!â (Reincarnation is awesome!)
As soon as I said that, my body fell.
Thump! The back of my head crashed into the corner of the crib.
The people began to fuss over me.
âGasp! Princess!â
âDoctors, call the doctors! Hurry!â
âTell His Majesty!â
***
âAh! She looks great in that!â
âAmong the gifts from Hastia, this is the best.â
âHow can she be this cuteâŚâ
The maids were very excited and exclaimed.
Everyoneâs eyes were twinkling while looking at the gifts.
They couldnât even notice me sighing.
âHaaâŚâ
The reason was simple.
âWhat the hell is this!â
I was already 25 years old, so this felt burdensome.
It wasnât because of the clothes full of lace and ribbons or the cute hat.
I gave up on that. I already wore one of those at the naming ceremony earlier anyway.
It was something more burdensome than that.
It was because I fell earlier.
Even though I wasnât hurt, they called in doctors to examine me.
âThe princess hit her head! It was loud! If the princess was hurt anywhere, be prepared!â
Only after they diagnosed that there was nothing wrong, the nanny and maids, who were in the midst of confusion, became quiet.
No, not exactly quiet, they were moving around.
They put a cute bee-shaped pillow on my back and saying that I shouldnât fall again.
âNow you are safe, even if you fall!â
The round beeâs head was on my back, and the plump beeâs buttocks with black stripes were attached to my back.
It even had two wings!
âWearing something like this at my age? Itâs embarrassing!â