꧁𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕀𝕤 𝔼𝕧𝕚𝕝꧂

Chapter 3 ~ Illustrations (Part 3)

"Hey, little princess, did you wake up?"

A maid called Lynn stood beside my cradle and smiled down at me.

"Do you want to eat? Hmmm?"

No, I didn't want to eat!

I shook my head vigorously.

"Huh? You don't want it? Do you want your diapers changed then?"

DON'T TOUCH MY BODY.

I shook my head violently again.

"Uh. If you don't want that, then...... No, maybe you should be back to sleep."

Lynn's eyes suddenly widened with realization.

"Princess, do you actually understand what I'm saying?"

Of course. I have the same intelligence as you.

Except I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HUMAN. I AM A GREAT WITCH.

"Nnng," I turned my head to look at Lynn.

Success.

"Oh my, I can't believe the princess actually understands what I'm saying......"

Her reaction seemed kind of strange.

Lynn did not look happy with this piece of news.

Would it have been better if I had acted not to understand?

*sigh*

"But I need princess to be ordinary and not attract any attention. It's better that way," she said with a profoundly dismayed face.

But I wondered: what country had I been reborn in for her to say this?

"Oooh Woongg?"
(What's wrong?)

I was curious, but I couldn't speak. There was nothing that I could write with either—that is, assuming I could even write in this baby's undeveloped body.

"Oh, what am I saying. Stay here for a minute, princess. I'll go and bring your milk now."

I couldn't go anywhere and I didn't want to eat! I didn't want to drink that tasteless thing!

"Wahhhhhh!"

I wanted a rare grilled steak that's dripping with blood right now! Give it to me!

I was crying out with desperation and longing for proper food.

"It's okay baby. I'll be back soon."

Lynn, a simple human being, hadn't understood what I was saying and had hurriedly left.

"Hiyu."

What was even worse, as a baby, my strength was greatly limited. I lowered my limbs and gazed at the ceiling.

'It's good to finally have some peace and quiet.'

I raised my hand again. Small, delicate and thin— that was what I thought of when my hands came into view.

When I was a witch, I was strong. There was no human that could harm me.

Well, except one, who I had mistakenly lowered my guard against— leading to my demise.

But that was when I was still a witch. Now, I'm a weakened human baby who could die or be killed at any time.

I hoped that this new body had a least one star for mana.

Then, after some time, I'd eventually be able to drag mana towards me and use it.

First, let's feel the mana of this body.