Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 3: 4 Parts
Since the possibility of that ritual being performed again arose, i had been searching for a way to avoid it day by day.
– I might die next time.
After a certain level of growth, it might not be so dangerous, but as a newborn in shock, my life could be in danger. I don’t know anything about medicine, but it was such a painful situation.
Above all, my mother, who had always been kind to me, was screaming and crying.
At first, I thought she might be emotionally unstable, but I haven’t seen her lose control since then.
On the contrary, she is such a generous woman that she always speaks gently to me, even when i’m in a bad mood and crying for a long time, or waking up in the middle of the night many times.
Since she was was screaming like that, it must have been serious.
– Maybe my father is involved in some crazy religion.
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Since no one except my mother and the maid came into the room, I’ve never seen my father.
The suspicious one is my father, who never shows up.
It must be some kind of ritual of a cult that he’s obsessed with.
And I feel some anger towards my mother for not stopping it.
– I shouldn’t believe in parents after all.
My parents from my past life were also out of touch with normal senses.
I didn’t realize it when I was young, but by the time I was in elementary school, I felt uncomfortable, and by the time I was in junior high school, I was sure.
I thought the house was cramped, and talking with my parents was always tense, but I learned that conversations with friends at their homes were not like that.
I vividly remember feeling that classmates who talked casually with their parents, or friends who said their parents were their confidants, were like aliens.
Looking back now, my older brother, who was kind and responsible, started to fall apart around his third year of junior high school.
I wonder if he felt the same sense of constraint and tension as I did.
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I shook off thoughts of the past and reminded myself: “The past is the past. What’s important is the present.”
Lucius glared at his left hand. If something had manifested in his left hand after the ritual, then there was no denying the possibility of it appearing in his right hand as well.
If the purpose of the ritual was to bring out this “something,” then the answer would naturally reveal itself.
Since Lucius had first infused something into his right hand, he had felt a faint presence of the same thing in his right hand. It was much smaller than in his left hand and could not be compared, but it was definitely there.
-If it’s going to be done to me by someone else, I might as well do it myself.
Honestly, he couldn’t be positive about it. He didn’t like the pain, but he hated the idea of dying even more.
Although he was reincarnated and had his current life, there was no guarantee of another life.
Lucius, although somewhat pessimistic, allowed the “something” in his left hand to flow through his body and into his right hand.
The dull pain gradually became sharper.
-Even when I try to control it myself, it’s still tough.
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While enduring the pain, he gradually infused the “something” for about thirty minutes. In the end, he fell asleep as if he had fainted, as the pain and drowsiness overwhelmed him.
A harsh and noisy sound echoed, waking him up.
Along with the noise, an unfamiliar voice entered his ears.
Judging from the brightness of the day, he hadn’t slept for long.
-Do you want to continue?
When Lucius started moving something reluctantly, someone peered into the bed.
It was a man with a cat-like voice who suddenly appeared, and then he suddenly hugged Lucius.
Intuitively, it was understood that he was not a stranger, since Lucius’ mother was smiling happily beside him.
— Is it his father?
To hid surprise, this was his father.
He dyed his hair red, not just a reddish tint, but a short red-haired person with red eyes dyed in bright rouge.
Honestly, my impression was that he was the type to get caught up in a dangerous religion.
He had an uncomplicated smile on his face, but I could only think that such a person would likely be deceived.
— Is he the abusive parent who makes his child undergo such a ritual?
Next to him, his mother had wavy, brown long hair and green eyes.
While the father was smiling, he was talking to his mother about something.
Presumably, he thought that he had some value to his father.
— If you’re going to use me, then I’ll use you too.
Lucius resumed his painful training silently while being held by his father.
Putting his father aside, he gazed at the small something in his right hand.
The pain from the torture before bed had only slightly increased.
— Will I make it in time? When is the next ceremony?
The amount in his left hand and right hand was too different.
If he needed to increase the amount to the level of his left hand, he was concerned that it would take a considerable amount of time while suppressing the pain.
He felt an indescribable sense of anxiety and suddenly tears spilled out.
Since he returned to being a baby, he found it difficult that his emotions and tears were closely connected.
Suddenly, his mother gently picked up Lucius from his father’s bewildered hands.
His father looked slightly dissatisfied.
Lucius, who had an anxious expression on his face, was smiled at by his mother.
She spoke to him in a language like English.
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Although he could not understand it at all, he felt that he was being told to “be at ease.”
Even if that smile was fake, he wanted to remain within that smile for now, and he fell asleep again.
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One month later.
– Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Give me a break, will you?!
When he was almost done with the manifestation in his right hand and was moving both the left and right “somethings” all over his body, he noticed something new.
– It’s right in front of me!
The place where pain runs when he pours something in his “something” was not only in his right hand.
Starting from the ceremony in his left hand, he thought it was only in both hands.
But it was different.
Just imagining the pain he felt in the ceremony with his eyes made his testicles hurt.
A different kind of fear rose, different from his hands.
– There’s no time! Gotta do it with my eyes too!
As he hurried to pour the something into his eyes, a new question came to his mind.
Is it really just the eyes?
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After all, since it was in his eyes, it wouldn’t be strange if it was in other places.
– Calm down. First, let’s search the whole body.
He circulated the two “somethings” that had multiplied over his body one by one and checked carefully.
An hour later, he found where the pain ran.
It seems that the pain runs when he pours it into two places, “eyes” and “mouth.”
No matter how carefully he looked for it, there was no pain in other places.
So there were four places where the “something” appeared.
“Left hand,” “right hand,” “eyes,” and “mouth.”
Lucius took a deep breath and poured the “something” coming out of his left and right hands into his “eyes” and “mouth,” respectively.
It’s not like he poured it into one eye at a time, it seems to be one place with both eyes. He’s not sure, but that’s how it feels.
The “something” is located in one place that includes the whole mouth, such as the tongue and lips.
Lucius started working calmly and methodically.
The pain was intense, but he no longer shed tears.
Although it hurt, he could control the amount of pain himself, and once he got used to it, he could accept it as something he had to endure.
He’s good at silently working on something while enduring suffering, as he was raised in a family that might abandon him if he didn’t. He had no choice but to become good at it.
He was reborn and left behind the prison-like home he grew up in.
This must be his chance.
He wants a happy life where he can connect with someone in his heart, like anyone else. It doesn’t have to be with his family.
A life where someone accepts him as Lucius himself, not Spare No.1.
– I’ll definitely survive.