December 9, 1023, Bolente.
That was the day I was left on Lucas’s doorstep.
Having been an abandoned child in my past life, I had no idea when my actual birthday was.
In any case, about a week after arriving at Lucas’s mansion, I could finally hold my head up and roll over.
Masha and Bihan watched with rapt attention as I executed a triumphant roll.
“She’s growing so fast,” Masha said.
Bihan tilted his head at her words.
“Is this fast?”
“Of course it is.
Just a few days ago, she couldn’t even hold her head up, and now she’s already rolling over.”
“Hmm.
I thought we’d be riding horses together by now.”
If there was one thing I had learned since coming to this mansion, it was that Bihan was an idiot.
Lucas had a band of loyal subordinates known as the Black Sea Swords.
I had clashed with Bihan, one of the Black Sea Swords, multiple times in my past lives.
I lost most of those fights, though I managed to win a few.
He was truly terrifying.
Despite his easygoing smile, he was sadistic, with a nasty habit of slicing his victims to pieces slowly rather than giving them a quick death.
The first time he killed me, it hurt so badly I almost burst into tears.
‘How about here, Bliss?
Does this hurt more?
Should I go a little slower?’
The memory of Bihan’s face—whispering sweetly with a gentle smile as he carved into my arm—was still vivid.
Yet, the Bihan of this timeline…
“Maybe she can ride a horse tomorrow?”
Was a total idiot.
“Lord Bihan, the baby has a long way to go before she can ride a horse.”
“How long?
Like, next week?”
“Much longer.”
“Next year?”
“…”
“Why are you looking at me like I’m stupid?”
Because you are.
Bihan scooped me up into his arms.
“Our Elienor is looking at my face with such admiration.
Right, Ellie?
Your big brother is really handsome, isn’t he?”
Must be nice to have the sheer audacity to interpret other people’s feelings however you want.
And “big brother”?
Please.
With our current age gap, you’re old enough to be called my uncle.
“By the way, is the crib ready yet?”
At Masha’s question, Bihan’s face stiffened.
“Just give me a little more time.”
The day after I arrived at the mansion, Masha had told Bihan that I needed a crib.
Instead of just buying one, Bihan insisted on making it himself.
It had already been a week.
“The baby is already rolling over, which means she’ll be crawling soon…
Once she starts crawling, a bed without railings like this is dangerous.”