I screamed, but…
“Udahhh.”
Only a pathetic whimper escaped my lips.
Bihan’s eyes crinkled into crescents.
“Well, aren’t you a cutie?
How do you look so much like our Lord?”
I scowled.
Look like his Lord?
Me?
I knew Bihan’s Lord all too well.
I had seen his face plenty of times.
And because of that, I knew for a fact that I didn’t resemble him in the slightest.
“I should show you to the Lord.”
Bihan tucked me under his arm.
No way.
I have to meet him like this?
Absolutely not.
I squirmed and thrashed, but there was no escaping his grip with an infant’s body.
Although my powers from my previous lives remained, my physical body wasn’t strong enough to handle them yet.
I would need to train and reach at least age fifteen before I could freely unleash the power dormant inside me.
In one of my past lives, I hadn’t realized this and tried to release my power in a child’s body, only to literally explode and die.
If I tried to use my power now, I would die.
And if I died, I would regress again, returning to an even younger age…
‘I might wake up in my mother’s womb next time.’
I definitely didn’t want that.
I squirmed with all my might and screamed.
“Oodoohhh!”
Dammit.
“There, there.
You’re cold, aren’t you?
Let’s get you inside.”
Just you wait, Bihan.
The moment I can use my power, you’re the first one I’m going to kill.
Clutched under Bihan’s arm, I had no choice but to be carried into ‘his’ mansion.
I had only stepped foot inside this place once in all my past lives.
Seeing the familiar decor, it sank in that I was truly drawing closer to ‘him.’
Damn it.
Damn it.
Damn it.
In my past lives, I had desperately tried to get close to ‘him,’ yet I could barely catch a glimpse of his face.
Now, I was practically being delivered to him on a silver platter.
Why did it have to be now, of all times, when I was completely powerless?
I let out a stream of curses.
“Ah-booh.”
Crap.
The mansion’s servants didn’t dare speak to Bihan, quickly pressing themselves against the walls and bowing their heads as he passed.
“Bihan.”
Amidst the silent servants, there was only one person who dared call Bihan’s name as he approached.
A handsome young man with blond hair and gray eyes.
If I recalled correctly, he was the butler of this mansion.
His name was…
“Nik.”
Right, Nik.
His real name was probably Nisrak.
“What is that?”
“A baby.”