‘Wait, where even am I?
I usually wake up indoors.
Why am I dumped outside?’
Shaking off my melancholy, I tried to turn my head to assess my surroundings.
But what was this?
Why wouldn’t my head move the way I wanted it to?
Panic began to set in.
‘Just how old am I this time?’
I tried to raise my hand, but I couldn’t budge an inch, as if I were tightly bound.
Straining to look down, I saw a thick blanket wrapped snugly around my body.
What on earth…
“Whoa.
What do we have here?”
A cheerful voice rang out, freezing me in place.
I recognized that bright, lighthearted tone.
“Why is there a baby lying out here?”
Holding my breath, I tried to clench my fists, but my fingers wouldn’t cooperate.
A creeping sense of dread began to wash over me.
Don’t tell me my age is…
Grab!
He grabbed me by the ankles and hoisted me up in one swift motion.
The blanket swaddling me unraveled and slipped to the ground.
Dangling upside down, I glared at the owner of the voice.
Blond hair that gleamed even under the moonlight, piercing blue eyes, and a face carved by the gods.
Bihan Ulph.
I had died by this man’s hand multiple times.
His sharp blade had ruthlessly pierced my heart and throat more times than I cared to count.
But right now, Bihan was unarmed.
He was completely off guard—this was my chance.
Without a second thought, I reached out toward him.
‘Die, Bihan.’
I screamed the words in my head, lunging to throttle his neck, but…
“Bahhh.”
What was that sound?!
And…
What was with this tiny, maple-leaf-sized hand?!
My miniature hand, which had been reaching for Bihan, fell short, failing to even come close to him.
My eyes went wide as I stared at my own hand, gasping for air.
My worst fears had been realized.
I was…
“Who would abandon a newborn like this?”
I had regressed into an infant!
And to make matters worse, right in front of the enemy’s stronghold.
* * *
Bihan slipped his hands under my armpits and held me up, inspecting my face from every angle.
It was agonizing to be completely helpless in front of the very man who had so often ended my life with a smile on his face.
An infant!
A tiny baby who couldn’t even support her own head or arms!
Sure enough, my neck couldn’t support the weight of my head, which lolled uselessly to the side.
‘Hey, you jerk!
Can’t you see I can’t hold my head up?
Hold me properly!
Don’t you know how to hold a baby?’