I don't know how long I was asleep. It's hard to uand the passage of time when you're a baby, especially o in a room that seems to have no windows; or they're closed all the time, and without something like a clock.
Anyway, even if there were clocks, I doubted I could uand them. I didn't even know if this world has the same number of hours in a day or if they are measured the same way... other than the races that inhabit it, I didn't know anything else.
Sathalia only mentiohe races and the Higher Ones. Other than that, she didn't give me any more relevant information. Well, I felt it was better this way. The nguage is what I would have liked to uand the most from the beginning, but I think in the end it's better to learn it by myself.
It is also exg to know absolutely nothing of what is in this world. Its inhabitants, regions, tries, cultures, and above all its history. And if we add to that the fact that there is magic here, then the number of things to learn is so great that a lifetime would not seem to be enough. Fortunately, I'm aware at such a young age, so I start much earlier.
I was starting to get excited. And this time there wasn't a freaking headache and a bunotions swirling around in my mind, so I retty happy. My nap helped me not only calm my thoughts, but it made me feel incredibly good. It's like I let a huge weight off my shoulders.
Oblivious to my happy situation, the two maids who were with me the first time, approached again, realizing that I had woken up. The head maid smiled at me, said something to the irl, the oh emerald eyes, and then held me in her arms. This time, the girl didn't seem very happy with having to leave again a grumbling out the door. No idea why, but it wasn't something I should be worried about... I hope...
Now, staying only with the head maid, I was able to observe her a little better. Without the surprise of the first time and with more detail, I realized that she was much more beautiful than I had thought before. I noticed two important things. The first, there was a small red mark under her left eye. A very small tattoo. It was in the shape of a short spiral, with a dot in its ter. Below the spiral, a thick line in the shape of a crest moon. On the right side, 3 points, and a dot iwo spaces between them.
SpoilerFiana was another success. She is exactly as I imagined her. I still pn to add the tattoo, but for that I have to edit it. I will do it iure.
[colpse]It might have some magical or ritual significe, but I had no idea. It looked pretty good ohough.
The sed thing I noticed was that the more I saw her... the more she reminded me of my new mother as if they were somehow reted. Could it be possible that she was her younger sister or something like that?
The head maid just kept smiling at me and saying things that I had no idea what they meant. She began to caress my cheek tenderly. It felt very nice. But it was strange. She seemed to treat me as if she were my mother. Not like a servant, or an aunt, if my theory was correct, but like I was her child.
The sound of the door opening brought us both out of the atmosphere that had formed. To my surprise, there was a... How shall I put it? A demon standing in the doorway. He was very tall. Tall enough to almost hit his head on the door frame.
Peing and sharp eyes, of an intense green color. trary to the other maid's eyes, these had a darker tone, and, bined with his pletely bck sclera, made the tone of the iris stand out much more. Highlighting along with that, his skin color was a straallic copper, enhang his facial features that made him look quite inhuman.
Standing out on his head, his short ash-colored hair, with a thin braid falling down his left shoulder, and two bck hrowing from the sides a in a strange curve pointing to the front. And he appeared to have sharp fangs, as I could see them a bit as he smiled.
He wore a rather formal bck suit, in an outfit that made him look like a te 19th tury gentleman. Everything, from his kerchief with a bow to his vest, pants, and polished shoes, was the spitting image of a man of high nobility, added to his arrogant expression and superior smile.
His appearance was quite incredible and it was exg to see something so out of the ordinary, different from what I could expect to see in my old life. Outside of anime and movies of course.
He approached with a hurried pad stopped right in front of us. His gaze fixed on me. He kept a smug expression, just watg me. Then, without uttering a word he took me from the woman's arms, holding me in front of him. I felt like a certain lion cub, only that I did look up at the monkey holding me aloft.
His mouth curved into a straerrifying smile, as if he was assessing my prid knew I would be worth the iment. And just as quickly as it came, he handed me back to the head maid and was out the door, leaving me a plete bnk.
Just, who the fuck was he?
Like me, the woman holding me kept a fused expression, but before long she seemed to clude that there was no point in thinking about it, so she tio cradle me as if nothing happened. Which left me even more fused.
The way he appeared so suddenly meant that this guy was also part of the family or someone close enough to e and go as he pleased. I thought he might be my father, but something didn't seem to fit that idea. It gave me the creeps to think about it and as such, I decided to do as the head maid did and ignore what happened.
The sound of the door opening interrupted my thoughts again. Another man had appeared. Just as tall as the previous one, and in some ways, quite simir. But he was very, very different.
He was wearing a very simir suit, but it looked much more expensive and with different colors. The pants were tight and brown. He wore a chocote-colored striped shirt and a wine-colored vest. In one of his pockets stood out a , which I was sure was from a pocket watch.
Like the other man, he was also wearing polished bck boots, with a gold buckle. They both looked pretty simir, but he was more... big. Even if he was wearing simir clothes, this guy was muuscur. You could tell he had a body that was fed by very intense and strict training. His arms and legs were thick as logs.
His face was, although simir to the previous guy, evidently very different.
Bck sclera with striking yellow eyes. Very different from the head maid who seemed to be made of molten gold. In it looked like pure honey, as if fresh from a beehive, and they shone shtly that they looked like 2 bright suns.
A crimson beard, trimmed in muttonchop style adorned his fad gave him a gentlemanly style hard to e by on someoh those muscles. The cssic pointed ears were there, a bit more elongated simir to the previous guy. His hair was somewhat long and a deep red uch more so than Sarka's, tied in a small ponytail that fell down his bad swayed with every movement he made. And on the sides of his head, two bull-like horns, pointing forward and curving upward a bit. Most striking was his skin cray. As if made of crete or sto looked more like a golem in clothes than a person.
SpoilerI want you to know ohing. When I imagined Halfred, I had a very clear picture of what he looked like. Maybe o Tya, Hal was the one I had the best idea of what he looked like. This image is 99% accurate to how it was in my mind. I don't think an AI has ever done a better job than this in capturing what was in my head.
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[colpse][colpse]He walked quickly, straight towards us. As he got closer, his presence felt much more oppressive, as if just being near him would crush you. It was quite a heavy aura.
As soon as he stht in front of me, the mood immediately ged. A pleasant smile tugged at his lips. He spoke to the head maid in a soft, calm, and polite voice. It felt like they were old friends. The ge of attitude was very sudden and scary... in a very different way than a moment ago with his crazy warrior aura.
He didn't try to hold me like the previous demon, but he was bringing his fingers close to me. It was very funny to see how just one of them was as big as one of my hands. I tried to grab them several times, but he immediately pulled them away. Wheried t them closer, I would try again to catch them, but he would pull his hand away again as if he were mog me. But looking at his face, he seemed rather... nervous.
A silly thought crossed my mind. What if he was one of those people who avoid toug babies because they think they might hurt them? If so, let me tell you, he's a big dummy. Ohat I like.
I've always thought these types of people were, somehow, adorable. Whether they were male or female. It's a very sweet and cute thing to see actually. And it pretty much reinforces that Papa bear image he's giving me. If this guy isn't my dad, then I would be very disappointed.
Thinking that, I immediately realized that the whole mentality I've had throughout my life had ged very easily and quickly. I went from being the type of person who felt abhorrence for parents, to someone who actively wao have them and enjoy their pany.
I didn't feel aential crisis because of it, but I did feel like a barrier had been broken. It was simir to uanding something that had taken you years of study to learn.
A tou one of my cheeks brought me out of my thoughts. The big guy seemed to find enough ce to make a move while I was distracted. And he looked pleased at achieving his goal. This guy...he was a real goofball. I ughed at his as and his face. And he immediately had a smile as big as himself. He looked like a little kid; it reminded me a lot of how Zenya acted when I took her hand. Now I seriously wished that this big papa bear was my father. My life would be very joyful with a dad like that.
We were "pying" and ughing for quite a while until my mother appeared out of nowhere, still being escorted by the same two maids as before, who helped her sit on the same couch as before. The big guy came up to her and kissed her, then sat dowo her and talked for a while. I was still in the arms of the head maid, who had sat o the couple, to the left of my mother.
Now that I saw them like that, they looked really good together.
Really? Are they my new parents? They are so kind and good that I feel like it's some kind of deception or there's some trap in all of this. It was so uhat my mind still couldn't catch up with everything that was going on.
Yes, I had gottey excited about all the hings that were happening, especially since a lot of it was very positive for me. But that's precisely why it was so hard for me to accept it all.
I’ve gone from having a very difficult life, where every day was a stant battle for survival, to then being thrown out into the world with only the clothes I wear, while carrying my younger sister on my back. And when I felt that, after years of effort, things had calmed down and started to get better, I was killed. And now I am in a new world with a niew family, where it seems I will be greatly loved and cared for.
This is all very plicated and hard to digest. I don't even know if... no. Let's stop here. I was beginning to realize that my mind was turniive very easily. If I wahis new life to be better, I had to ge my way of thinking.
I decided to put all those thoughts aside and just enjoy the time with my new family. Well, I say enjoying, but all I could do was watch them i or be made the ter of attention as they carry me or py with me hoping I would give them a ugh as a reward for their efforts.
Things were going very well. Until nature did its thing. stantly thinking about plicated things and experieng hings make me fet that I'm a newborn. As a newborn, I need a stant intake of breast milk, lots of sleep, and... lots and lots of diapers.
The first to notice was, unsurprisingly, my mother. She tried to get up to take charge, but the head maid immediately stopped her. sidering how my mother looks like, I uand why she would do that. Well, that and because normally in families with servants, this is their job. Assuming I'm not mistaken and she was some kind of a maid.
The golden-eyed girl led me to a nearby table and began her work... work that felt like a psychological attae. After undressing and ing me, she brought out a tainer of what looked like baby powder. That... was something I definitely didn't expect to see here.
Normally when you ge a baby's diapers, you make sure of several things, the first is to them properly, and the sed is to make sure that their skin is well, for that is the use of talcum powder and creams to prevent the diaper hurting them. Then you lift the baby slightly, put the diaper underh, and finish putting it on pletely.
Well... this is where I realized my situation. The head maid took me firmly and carefully by the legs and lifted me to apply the powder and put on the neer. That pse of time when I ced in a position that allowed me to see my bottom was enough for me to realize.
Oh, I... I’m a girl.
Indeed. I was now a girl... well nothing I could do. You would think, maybe I should have a bigger rea, but I don't feel unfortable with this. I didn't know how to expin it, only that birl I was still myself. My personality won't ge, even if my body does, so it wasn't as big of a shock as it should be. I even find it funny. It feels like when you're on a Gacha special banner, and you want an SSR character so bad that you save everything you have just to throw for it, and even though you spend every penny you just don't get it. But by divine grace you get another SSR you've wanted for a long time. Basically, "It's not what I wanted, but It’s worth it." (This is me pulling for Eu and being rewarded with Mona. Yes this chapter is that old... I still don′t have Eu :'c).
Of course, things are much more plicated than that. Being a girl now es with its fair share of problems. Things like menstruation, some growing pains, and the possibility of being short; although with this father, and the way Sarka is, I doubt it will happen, but I'm fine if it does.
Closet choice, which I also don't mind, and now have some expectations. And the only ohat would cause me flict...men. I will never let a man touch me for any damn reason. NO.FUG.WAY. I like girls and that will remain true even with this body.
This could turn out to be the biggest obstacle in my life.
If I am correct, my family is quite wealthy. Taking that into at and the fact that we seem to be in a quasi-Victorian era; and surely possessing a house name, arranged marriages are very likely to exist.
Ugh, now this just became a real pain in the ass. Now I'm forced to find a way to evade a possible forced marriage to some random guy. And I have no idea how to do that.
To get past an arranged e, there is only one way... well actually there are others, but killing the fianaking the other family want to call it off is not a good "A" pn.
The only nohal way; or ohat won't damage my family's reputation, is to get power, power, or money. Both works.
Sihese es are usually made at young ages the "power" itself is not a great option, which leaves me with money. I have to find a way to make money on my own, and ohat goal is achieved "buy" my freedom.
Sure, all this is easier said than done, but I have one power. The power of an i user and the mentality of a man… uh… woman, who knows how to squeeze every st t.
In my time oh, to make as much money as possible I learo make many things in a "handmade" way to sell it. Products like soaps and perfumes. I also learo make jams, butter, different kinds of dressings, and various pastries and I am even good at pottery.
My first goal is to learn the nguage, after all, I need information. It's even possible that in this world they don't have that tradition and I'm just w about nothing, but it's better to be safe than sorry, and I o find out if something is missing in this world that I have the knowledge to recreate. on the list is finding a partner in crime...I mean, a reliable business partner. After all, a little girl 't go into business and I need someoo speak on my behalf. After that, I o hide the money I accumute so I use it wheuation arises.
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I rambled on too much, sorry. I guess I was more shocked than I thought I would be... although for pletely different reasons than anyone would have imagined.
By the time I came out of my reverie, I was pletely ged and in my mother's arms...or so I hoped, but I'm actually with Papa Bear. He was looking at me and making silly faces... e on... is there such a guy? I'm sure... I'm sure this guy wants to kill me with tenderness. I could only ugh, not because of his face, but because he was too cute to keep a serious expression.
After perhaps about 2 hours of "family fun" and being fed, sleep was hitting me again. Papa Bear had already left and it was just my mother, the maids who were always with her, the head maid, and me.
My mother said something and the 2 maids went away, leaving the 3 of us alone. I started to feel a stramosphere, which immediately cut my sleepiness.
My mother and the head maid started chatting happily. They even sat close together on the couo, I mean, they WERE sitting very close to each other. The head maid rested her head on my mother's shoulder, they held hands and looked very... affeate with each other.
Okay...what's going on here?
Right now, they don't look like mistress and maid, they look like... lovers. Even the head maid looked a little flushed. And just when I thought that my mother kissed her on the lips.
Damn... now I don't uand anything. Is she cheating on Papa Bear or is this normal here?
While I was asking myself that question, something else happehat made my head explode. My mother put her hand otoo uhe headmaid's eye. Instantly she began to release intense light that covered her entire body blinding me for a couple of seds. By the time I regained my vision, there was now a pletely different womahe head maid used to be.
Her hair was honey-colored, incredibly shiny, and long, eyes were snted and the same color as before. Her skin was a light shade of caramel, just slightly darker thaher emerald-eyed maid. Fangs protruded slightly from her lips, which were a beautiful cherry color. But the most important thing was missing. Two fluffy, soft, amazing, wonderful, long, beautiful, divine fox ears oop of her head. The fur c them was the same color as her hair, and they had a little bck tuft at the tips.
They both seemed to have noticed my surprise because they started ughing in plicity. Just like that, the head maid had turned into a fox woman. A Teriante from ear to tail. Which I could barely see, but there she was, swaying, sedug me with her fluff to go for her.
The head maid brought her hands close to me. They were real fox girl hands. And I say authentic because they had a very different shape than human hands. Her palms and fingers had little pads and where her nails should go, there were somewhat sharp cws. She very gently pced her hands on my cheeks and stroked them with great love and care, while repeating words simir to those my mother had said to me before. Then, just as my older sisters had done, she repeated a phrase.
“Driki Nita, Ib Fiana, maki ale.” She repeated that phrase 3 times while pointing to herself. Theouched me on the forehead with one of her fingers and said clearly, “Nibi Orinthya Nita” Then she poio herself and said "Fiana maki, Orinthya misha ania.”
Put this way it was very hard not to catch what she was trying to tell me, although it could be a bit fusing. Since Sarka, Zenya, and Mother said the same word, I be sure. I don't know what the other words mean, but there is no doubt that "Orinthya" is my name.
Orinthya. This is me, the "me" who has a ce to start over. And now that I ame the new me, it feels more real than before. I still have to see my neearahough. But that will probably take a little longer.
is "Fiana maki" and that one I don't have a clue about. I know it's her name, but I don't know if it's her full name or just one of both words. I'll just put that aside for when I uand the nguage and use both.
After Fiana maki finished her "presentation" it was my mother's turn.
"Orinthya, Ib Irna, mami Irna."
And just like that, I had just discovered that "mami" is the same in both worlds. Mami Irna. It feels strao say but in a good way. And with that, I firm once more, that that was my name. Now I stop using "titles" with them and use their names. Well, in the case of Mami Irna, I'll just call her Mommy or Mom and that's it.
Fiana maki... it's still too much to say everything so I'll stick with just Maki. Anyway, Maki kept her hands close, which I took advantage of so I could py with them. A me tell you, they were incredibly soft. Like... a lot. If you've pyed with a cat's paws, I tell you that Maki's are 100 times better. But my biggest desire is to pet her ears and tail.
Despite my attitude in pying with her, I was flicted. On the one hand, there was this feeling of aversion to iy, which made me see them in a rather ive light. Even to the point of making me feel disappointed in both of them. And oher hand, seeing them both smiling so mud ag like a couple in love gives me diabetes. They look so cute together, and so happy that I just 't say anything against it. My only hope is that this is normal and that my mother is not having an affair with Maki. Otherwise, it would be impossible for me to get along with them.
Leaving those problems for the future, I decided it was best to just pretend I didn't see anything. At least until I learhe nguage and uood what they were talking about. For the time being, let's tio enjoy the feel of these soft hands.
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