Chapter 3- One Week Later

Name:Kitsune of the Blue Sun Author:
Chapter 3- One Week Later

[MC POV]

It’s been a week since I was reborn and I have to say, I really hate it here. I’m kept in a room with no windows, a crib, a chair, and a mirror. I can’t do anything but stare at the roof since I’m a literal baby that can’t even control its own body. And the only person that even comes in here is the maid that was found to take care of me.

It wasn’t too bad in the beginning since several people came here to presumably check on my health and other things like figure out what was with my eyes or why my body acts like a space heater. On that day I also learned a few things. One was that my mother would live and that her wounds that she suffered while giving birth to me were, while bad, fixable with healing magic, except one. Unfortunately, she will never be able to bear another child. Another thing is that I’m not cursed, my eyes are just naturally like this. Also, the running theory for why I’m so hot is due to my mana being unstable and one of my magic affinities. That was all I could learn at that time before my baby body forced me to sleep.

Back in the present, I was doing what I’ve been doing for this past week, staring at the roof while I count faded spots for the hundredth time. Just as I was starting to doze off due to the boredom, the door to my room opened and the elderly human maid walked in.

“Hello, young miss, it’s time for your dinner.”

The maid moved over to me and picked me up before sitting in the chair.

“Oh, you’re so warm, young miss. It does my old bones good.”

“Gooo.”

“Kekeke. Let’s get you fed now. There is something important happening today, so the sooner we get this done, the better.”

Now this was some welcome news. I’m finally getting to see a place that isn’t just four walls. I mean, with how things are set up, I can’t even see myself in the mirror, I just know there is one.

My internal rant aside, I happily started sucking away on the bottle the maid held to my mouth while she hummed a little song. Once I was done and the maid slapped me on the back to make me burp, I was wrapped in a very thin blanket and carried out of the room.

“Take it away!” (Leticia)

“Yes, milady.”

The maid carrying me turned around and we left the room. On the way back to my own, the maid started to whisper to me.

“Young miss, please don’t lose hope. I’m sure she will come around one day.”

I wasn’t sure why the maid was telling me this since, as far as she knew, I was a newborn that had no concept of anything, but I doubted her words. The look that my mother gave me spoke more than any words could. I doubted that this was just the usual case of postnatal depression.

“Aaaabuuu.”

“Kekeke. Young miss, you are so cute.”

We arrived back at my room, but instead of placing me back in the crib, the maid moved the mirror near the chair and sat down while looking into it with me in her arms. This was actually the fist time I saw myself in the mirror, and I was a little surprised at what I saw.

I was, obviously, a baby. Tiny body, tiny hands and feet, fat, useless legs, fat head. What really caught my attention was my tail, ears, hair, and especially my eyes. While I knew I had silver colored hair since that was the color of my tail, I didn’t realize that the tips of my ears were a pretty electric blue. The very end if my currently short hair was the same, leaving only the tip of my tail to start getting the same at some point probably. My eyes, on the other hand, were even more striking. The irises were the electric blue like my mothers, but unlike the dullness of hers, mine seemed to faintly glow. This fact was only accentuated by the fact that the parts of my eyes that, on a normal person, would be white were pitch black.

‘Why do people look afraid of me when they see this? I know it’s a bit conceited, but I like the way this looks.’

As I started at my reflection in the mirror, the rocking motion the maid was doing made me start to drift off to sleep.