“Ooooh, so today’s princess has woken up?!”
The mont , Mom, Dad, and Alt-nii arrived in the dining room, Clavis cos up to and pinches my cheeks.
“Clawvish-nii, stwop pwinching!” I waved my hands in protest.
Clavis chuckles, and then he lets my cheeks go. After that, he pats my head.
“Happy third birthday, Lyra!” Clavis said.
“Happy birthday, Lyra-sama!” and Niina, Chloe, Vince also chid in.
“Thank you!”
Oh.
Oh, right.
I forgot to ntion, that under my brother’s assertive request....... or, forced request, to be exact, Clavis has dropped all formalities to us. My brother insisted he’d treat us as your-everyday-friends, and at the beginning, every ti Clavis slipped and entered “-sama” suffix to our nas, he’d nag on Clavis’ tail or smiled, but his eyes didn’t smile (i, it, can be quite scary...)
I’m happy though!
“Ara, Lyra? You sure have grown up!”
Hm?
I heard a voice that I haven’t heard in a while. Following the source of the voice, I glanced over and saw two elderly couple standing near the door that connects the dining room to the family room. The grandpa has the sa golden eyes as my mom’s, with a grey hair. anwhile the grandma has blue eyes and the sa yellowish silver and wavy hair as my mom’s. Needless to say, they’re my mom’s parents!
“The last ti we saw you, you were just a tiny little baby! Hahahaha!” Grandpa laughed as he swiftly lifted high.
Eh?! I didn’t pay any attention when I was eting them a short while after I was born. But, grandpa... He, he... he has ears that are a bit... pointy?! But they don’t look like elves or dwarves... it’s kinda like normal human ears, but with a pointy end. Genetic mutation?
“Hmm, what’s wrong, Lyra?” he noticed my confusion.
“A, uhm... Grandpa, why are your ears a bit pointy?” I asked without hesitation. After all, I must take the advantage of my age! Those with similar ages to have unsatiable curiosity!
“Ahahaha, you noticed? That’s my granddaughter!”
“Fufu, let explain,” grandma chid in, “the slightly pointed ears are the proof that there’s elf blood running through his veins, Lyra.”
Ah, then that makes sense.
I nodded to indicate that I understand.
...
And then, suddenly realization hits .
T, that ans, there’s an elf blood running inside , too?!
Upon further interrogation, I learned the history of my mom’s family. Apparently, grandpa’s mother is of mixed blood—aning, she is half-elf, half-human. Grandpa is a quarter elf, and so on. That would explain how my mom got her strong magic. ...so that gives hope that I’ll be at least slightly gifted in terms of magic?
I didn’t have any opportunity to exercise and experint with magic in my previous life, but now... perhaps I can.
Also, my mom’s family is not Sanctuaria’s main family. They are only Sanctuaria’s branch family.
Having branch families isn’t all that uncommon, though. The Grabberton family had one, but they were considered the sa as distant relative, and didn’t ddle with the main family’s responsibilities. The Loera family had so that helped them expand their businesses. anwhile, the Fumitsuna family had so branch families that were actively involved in the main family’s responsibilities. If the knowledge from my past self still applies, they should be able to be written in present tenses, lol. As for the Hartmann family... uhm, I heard details were complicated back then. If I rembered it correctly, then... there was soone eloping?? It might just be a rumour, though.
Back to present day!
After all of them congratulated on my birthday, they proceeded to give presents! My dad got a huge teddy bear (Dad, please, it’s even way bigger than my body now, I don’t want to be crushed by it when I sleep), my mom got star-shaped earrings, Alt-nii gave his handmade “one in the world” picture book. The picture book told the story about... the hero who tried to save the princess... but in the end, the princess saved herself on her own, and she even proceeded to save the hero from the last boss, instead. The princess then beca the hero who saved the world... The last page had a writing : [Be that kind of strong princess, dear sister!]
Uhm... okay, bro? But saving the world seems like sothing way too big for soone so small as !
Grandpa and grandma bought lots of clothes. Uhm, there are so that look like dresses that I can wear once I turn 6 years old...?
Clavis and Niina gave a small stuffed silver wolf. Whoa, nice choice! It resembles them, so the gift will surely be morable for .
Vince gave a small potted flowers. Chloe... she didn’t only give presents, she gave it to all of the people here! Yup, she cooked a feast for us! She also made a birthday cake, as usual.
After that, I blowed the candles while uttering a wish inside my mind. Then, we sliced the cake and made sure that everyone got so portions.
Dare to guess my wish?
[Please let things be like this forever.]
I know it’s not possible, but... I love the way things are, right now. For the first ti, I feel like my world has color in it. There are actually small things that I look forward to. Eating Chloe’s food, stroking Niina and Clavis’ ears and tails, watch the flowers in the garden blooms, playing with Alt-nii, Mom’s hugs and kisses, Dad’s bedti stories...
*Ahem*
Anyway...
We proceeded to gulp down everything she’s cooked for us. The tasty and fluffly olette, the hot and lty cream soup, tender hamburgs, and honestly other dishes I don’t actually rember the nas... and let’s not forget to ntion that her cake is totally... SOFT. AND. SWEET! So tasty!
Was I born to eat delicious food?
LOL what a trivial reason to live?
Honestly, before this, I was always think that one must eat to survive. Eating was a re routine. The food provided in the Grabberton family was great, but it felt sothing was lacking now that I know how Chloe’s food tasted.
When I tried to ask her of her secret recipe, she smiled gently and said that it was [Love].
...and that was when, I begin to think that...
I am loved. And blessed.
These people—allow to rephrase it—my family won’t treat like a re pawn, or object. Unless so kind of drastic and tragic changes take place... but I wouldn’t want that.
I feel happy. But at the sa ti, I feel sad.
Why?
Why didn’t my previous family have the sa warmth?
It might be a question that nobody could ever tell the answer.
...
Or not.
When I asked what year is it, I noticed that it was just a few years after my—err, it’s gonna be confusing—after Reinst’s death, I an.
After that, I proceeded to ask tons of questions.
Comparing the nas of the royal family mbers that I know, the nobles that I know with their answers. I recognize the current king’s na as the prince in my previous life. Both of my parents know Clyde Horace Grabberton and Dominick Robin Grabberton. Surprisingly, they also know... my previous self. They ntioned about Reinst Carnatia Grabberton who was unlucky and died during the Cot Rain. The Cot Rain hit the others but the only victim it took was .
Today is Year 973, Month 7, Date 25. I was born in Year 970.
The year Reinst Carnatia passed away was... seven years before my birth, 963.
Only 7 years gap.
Should I pry about my past life in further details?
I’m... afraid.
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