You Two Will Give Birth To Me In The Future

I was walking down a path while holding my dad’s hand.

The humid wind brushed my cheeks and ruffled my hair. The fragrance of plum blossoms and seeds of unknown flowers blew like snow.

Out of habit, I asked,

“Dad, where are we going?”

My dad turned to me at the sound of my voice. But the dazzling sunlight concealed his face, so I couldn’t see my father. While frowning hard, trying to see my father’s face, I slowly realized.

Oh, it’s that dream again.

When I saw my father in my dreams as a child, I didn’t realize it was a dream, but now I know. The reason I can’t see Dad’s face isn’t because of the sunlight, it’s because I forgot his face.

“Eve.”

Dad put his hand under my arms and lifted me up. He looked at me quietly.

I hesitated, not knowing what to do with his gaze on my face.

Even my father, back when he was alive, would sometimes look at me sullenly. Right at the traces of my late mother on my features.

After that, my father’s expression became very sad, so I always bowed my head low to cover my face.

When I was young, people used to whisper among themselves that I looked just like my mother. With my pink and right eye being just like my mom’s.

My dad was the only one that told me my eyes were pretty.

“We’re going to ride a boat.”

‘This sudden?’ 

I tried to ask back. However I couldn’t say anything, but as if he heard my question, my dad said,

“Yeah, because you said you wanted to ride one.”

Looking at my dad’s side, smiling lightly, I quietly lowered my eyes.

We won’t take the boat.

When my dad heard that it could be dangerous because the river was turbulent, he said, “Let’s go next time.”

There was no next time. 

This was my dad’s last outing.

From that day on, my dad’s condition continued to deteriorate. Dad was reluctant to show me how sick he was, and I was afraid to see him getting worse day by day. Then, in the end, I had to let my father go without even saying goodbye.

We loved each other, but we couldn’t get close until the last minute. So, even in a dream, I wanted to convey it. Something I couldn’t say in my lifetime.

“I love you, Dad.”

I whispered as I grabbed the hem of my dad’s shirt. Dad smiled sweetly. The moment I stretched out my hand towards my father’s face, he became a light and scattered in the air. 

As always.

PR/N: Sidenote, this is so sad I started tearing up.

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“Sena, the baby is crying.”

“Really?”

I slowly opened my eyes to the voices of the maids. They were looking at me with worried faces.

“Oh my God, she really is. Are you hungry?”

Behind the maids, the golden sunset was pouring down. I looked out at the golden sky, still unable to completely escape my lingering sleep.

Perhaps that’s why the dream was so bright.

As I blinked, a maid brought a bottle. When the nipple of the bottle touched my mouth, I opened my mouth like a baby bird.

I remember being very hungry yesterday, so I hurriedly ate anything whenever I was handed food. The shame that I felt when sucking a bottle despite being all grown up was pushed aside a while back.

My life is not mine. It belonged to many people, who had saved me by making sacrifices. They ensured my survival whether they were killed or eaten by monsters. I must survive first, so that I can find a way out of this chaotic situation.

As I was sucking on the bottle with such a determined heart, the maid said in a voice of admiration.

“She has a strong will to live like this, I think she’ll be able to live well even if she goes to an orphanage.”

At those words, I was stunned.

“Is she really going to be sent to an orphanage?”

“Yes, because no one came forward as the baby’s parent. We can’t keep a baby in the Imperial Palace forever.”

The maid reached out to me sadly. A sympathetic touch stroked my head.

“Poor thing⋯⋯. She’s still a baby.”

“They’ll keep looking into who left the baby. It’s probably a worker for the Imperial Family, but⋯ Just in case, the baby will be sent to an orphanage affiliated with the Temple, so the facility won’t be too bad.”

I quietly listened to their conversation and continued working hard on the bottle.

If it is a place under the Temple, is it not far from here? Certainly, the facility won’t be bad despite it being an orphanage. 

‘If I want to stay in the Imperial Palace and protect my family, I must somehow show my power and somehow pretend to be a saint.’

I secretly wiggled one hand.

Although I couldn’t speak because I didn’t have any teeth yet, only the stigma engraved in my soul remained unaffected by my body.

In order to use my power, stigma, the core of divinity, was needed.

You must be baptized to receive the stigma. If infants are baptized before the age of two, some of them develop stigma.

However, some people are even born with stigma.

They all had amazing powers, and people called them saints.

Like my father, and God’s child, Sophia.

I was baptized normally and honed my stamina diligently so that I could exercise my power⋯⋯.

“I can feel the dirty energy in Your Majesty’s power.’

‘Don’t waste your divinity. It is not a power that you can use recklessly.’

Sophia’s and uncle’s voices alternately buzzed in my ears. Whenever I think of the past, my stomach churns.

People here don’t know that I’m a witch’s daughter. Sophia was the only one who said my divinity was witch-like. Fortunately, Sophia hadn’t even been born yet.

So, unless they’re my father, no one else will feel a strange aura from me. It means that I can only use my powers where my father can’t see, but it wasn’t that difficult considering his current status and my situation.

However, my heart and mind thought differently. It was only yesterday that I suffered such a tragedy in the Imperial Palace. What if my identity is revealed? My heart started pounding anxiously. I lost my appetite and took my mouth off the baby bottle.

“Aww, did you finish it all?”

“⋯⋯!”

Then, the maid, who gave me the bottle, started to pat me on the back, holding the back of my neck. I could feel my immature stomach being stimulated right away by the consistent blows against my back. When the feeling came, I was restless and floundered. My string of patience wore out quickly. In the end, I couldn’t overcome my instincts and opened my mouth.

“Kkeuk.”

“Good baby.”

“I’ve never seen such a gentle baby before. She burps so well, too.”

The maids smiled softly and praised my burping.

This would be impossible if I was still the Holy Emperor.

I, who had been immersed in serious trouble until recently, encountered a new curve called physiological action and couldn’t get a hold of myself.

I closed my eyes tight with a red face.

‘It’s not humiliating at all. It’s an ordeal I’ll have to endure in order to accomplish greater things.’

As I was convincing myself that it was inevitable because I became a baby, the maid said in a friendly voice.

“The Holy Knights will take you safely.”

“⋯⋯ Au.”

I heard that the Holy Knights I met yesterday decided to bring me to an orphanage since they were going out to the city. It was just a coincidence, but I think they felt a sense of responsibility since they had ties with me.

I had a lot of bad memories with the Holy Knights, but if the other person is not a witch, they’ll be kind.

It would be better for me to use my power in front of them.

I felt the divinity flowing through my body. Perhaps because of the temporary side effects of Time Leap, my divinity was slightly restored from resting for a day.

However, it’s still rather insignificant.

 Will I be able to use the right powers?

‘If I can’t ⋯⋯ I will be sent to an orphanage.’

If you go to a nursery under the temple, you will be able to become a saint protected by the Temple. It may be safer there than entrusting myself to the jungle-like Imperial palace. However, if I leave the Imperial palace now, I’m not sure when I can return.

What if I don’t come back for a long time? I didn’t want to take that risk. Although I was very discouraged from the situation of becoming a baby, there was no choice but to push ahead with the plan somehow.

As for the power to use, the power of healing, like Saint Sophia’s, would be better than the power of destruction. Since ancient times, the appearance of a Saint born with the power of healing has been considered a symbol of peace.

We had planned to show how I can heal by deliberately making a small wound. Any priest can do such a small treatment, but I’m a baby who hasn’t even been baptized, so it’ll look almost miraculous.

Like a ‘Child of God’.

“Live well, baby.”

The maids wiped my face, changed my clothes, and wrapped me up with a soft cloth. I was carried by the hands of the maids in a basket. Outside the castle, Holy Knights and a carriage were waiting for me.

“You’re just in time.”

“Yes, please take care of the baby.”

The maids handed me over to the Holy Knights. I was wiggling my hands in the fabric, waiting for the perfect timing.

“Wait!”

Then, suddenly, the Holy Knight, who was about to accept me, stood tall. His expression, while I was looking up at him involuntarily, was mixed with bewilderment and surprise. From somewhere, loud voices and footsteps were heard.

Curious, I turned my head to the side where the knight’s eyes were facing, but it was blocked by the side of the basket, so I couldn’t see the whole situation. Judging by the creaking sound, are the knights approaching?

“Your Highness!”

Did you say Your Highness?

Aunt Viola still has some time before she returns from the vacation. Has my aunt returned? I haven’t seen her since I was transported.

Just then, footsteps were getting closer. I raised my head with joy at the thought of finally seeing my aunt once more.

However, I was surprised to see a different person put his face in front of the basket.

” Is this the baby?”

“⋯⋯ Eubeob.”

Gray eyes mixed with blue.

His platinum blonde hair, which gleamed in the sunlight, glistened as if it were a divine revelation, and his skin was as white as frost.

His long eyelashes and shaded eyes were cold, and his nose and lips were flawlessly handsome.

However, I think we should use a more holy adjective rather than beautiful or handsome. Even people who do not know the Holy Emperor’s face can tell at a glance that he is a God-sent.

In my dream, I couldn’t remember his face no matter how hard I tried, so I was worried that I might not recognize him even when I met him. But it was a useless concern. The moment I faced him, my memories struck me like lightning.

It’s my dad.

Hope you guys enjoyed reading chapter 3 & 4 ~

This chapter made me cry hard and THE CLIFFHANGER IS KILLING ME TwT I’m glad that Eve has a second shot in life to be with her mom and dad.