“What is it doing?”
Lucas frowned, his brow furrowing.
“Looks like she wants you to hold her,” Bihan said.
* * *
You absolute bastard.
You heartless jerk.
I’m a baby!
How could you even think of throwing a newborn out into the cold?!
Granted, freezing to death might actually be better than living under your roof.
But you’re still a monster, Lucas!
I reached out my arms, fully intending to strangle him before he could discard me.
But somehow, in the next instant, I found myself scooped up into Lucas’s arms.
Both of us froze, stiff as boards.
Lucas stared down at me, his expression rigid.
Since he was the Demon King, I’d assumed his body would be ice-cold.
But his chest was surprisingly warm.
Perhaps it was because of this fragile infant body, but the moment I felt his warmth, my eyelids began to droop.
“Hnyuu…” (“I’m sleepy.
If you’re going to throw me out, do it quickly, you jerk.
I’ll survive this, and I’ll come back to slit your throat.”)
I rubbed my eyes with a tiny fist as I mumbled.
A strange look flickered in Lucas’s eyes, and his crimson lips parted slowly.
“Her name is Elienor.”
What is he talking about?
My name is Bliss!
“That’s a beautiful name, My Lord.”
Bihan said.
No, I’m telling you, my name is Bliss!
“What should we do with her?
Send her to the barracks?”
“She is far too young.
I believe it would be best to hire a nanny,” Warren suggested.
Lucas gave a curt nod at Warren’s suggestion.
“Should we prepare a room for her in the barracks, then?”
“Keep her in the mansion.
I need to find out why her eyes are crimson.”
Lucas’s words left me utterly dumbfounded.
I’d thought it was bizarre when they kept saying I looked like him, but my eyes are red?
That was impossible.
Throughout more than a thousand regressions, I had always had blue eyes.
Straining, I turned my head to catch my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Cradled in Lucas’s arms was an adorable infant with snow-white skin, silver hair, and striking red eyes.
Who on earth is that supposed to be?!
* * *
So…
My name is Bliss.
As an abandoned child, I never had a family name.
Over my countless regressions, I had been known by many titles: the Knight of Light, the Divine Mage, and the Sage of Krafia.
I had also been feared as the Ice Witch and the Punisher of Darkness.
When I drew my sword, the entire continent froze.
When I raised my staff, monsters fell to their knees.
I was a slender woman with skin as white as snow, hair as red as blood, and eyes like brilliant blue sapphires.