Kays Translations

Just another Isekai Lover~

Chapter 2: Reincarnation②

There was a sensation of being pulled out from calm and warm water.

Like ripples spreading across the surface of water, consciousness gradually began to awaken.

He had been reincarnated.

When he vaguely realized this, he let out a roar, driven by an impulse welling up from within.

“—Ngyah! Ogyah, Ongyaaah!!”

Feeling a strange sense of discomfort at hearing an infant’s cry come from his own mouth, he was suddenly picked up by someone.
He was then gently rocked as if being soothed.

(Who is…)

He desperately tried to open his heavy eyelids to confirm the identity of the warmth holding him.
However, only a faint light filtered through beyond his closed eyelids, and his vision remained unclear.

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(Damn it, that’s right—newborn babies don’t have very good vision, do they?)

There were many things he wanted to know, but for now, he had to endure life in this inconvenient infant body.
He braced himself for the challenge.

(—Huh?)

Just as he felt something draining from his body, his closed field of vision suddenly opened up.
It wasn’t that his infant eyes had opened. His eyelids remained shut, yet he could see what should have been invisible.

It wasn’t ordinary sight. It was as if he was observing everything from a higher perspective, seeing through all things.

An overwhelming flood of information poured in from the suddenly opened vision.

A spacious room, old but meticulously maintained.
In its center stood a large bed adorned with a luxurious canopy.

On that bed, he was cradled in the arms of a woman.

A beautiful woman with silvery hair tinged with blue and striking blue eyes.

Her delicate features exuded elegance, and her gentle smile was filled with maternal love, yet it carried a bewitching allure.

(This person… is my mother.)

He instinctively understood.
He knew who this woman holding him was.

At the same time, memories of trauma from his previous life resurfaced.

“It’s all your fault!”

The last words of his once-kind mother.
After that, he never saw or spoke to her again before he died.

At some point, his newborn cries had ceased.
As he shifted slightly in the arms of the woman who was his mother in this life, she looked down at him with concern and spoke.

“■■●, ●▲▲●■”

He couldn’t understand what she was saying. It was a language he had never heard before.
He didn’t know what it meant, but he felt an intense desire to understand.

He wanted to know what his mother in this life was saying to him.

When he wished so strongly.

Once again, a sensation of some kind of power draining from his body overwhelmed him.

“Sweet Hyde. Our long-awaited son. Please grow up healthy and kind.”

(――?!)

He understood the words. Just a moment ago, her words had sounded like nothing more than a spell.

――Hyde. That was his name in this life.

(What on earth is happening to me? No, could this be…?)

Things he shouldn’t be able to see became visible, and words he shouldn’t understand became comprehensible.

As he puzzled over this strange sensation, a possibility began to surface in Hyde’s mind.

For now, he wanted to gather more information.

Hyde decided to carefully observe the room.

In this room, besides him and his mother, there were other people present.

The walls were adorned with luxurious wallpaper featuring a motif of some kind of plant, and a few men and women stood by its side.

They were all dressed as butlers and maids.

(Is this a fairly well-off household?)

If that were the case, Hyde felt disheartened, thinking he might have been born into a life completely unbefitting of him.

As he let his gaze wander along the walls, his eyes fell on a mirror.

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In it, he saw the woman sitting on the bed—his mother—and himself, cradled in her arms.

Hair of the same silvery hue as his mother.

That appearance, so far removed from his previous life, struck him with the undeniable reality that he had been reincarnated.

(Even so, it’s strange that I can see the reflection in the mirror so clearly from this distance.)

The distance from the bed to the mirror by the wall was easily over five meters.

Yet, he could see every detail, from each strand of hair to the wrinkles on his fingertips, with absolute clarity.

This wasn’t a matter of having 20/20 vision or anything of the sort.

(It’s only natural to think this is due to a [Skill].)

He recalled his conversation with the god from before his reincarnation.

In this world, there were extraordinary abilities known as [Skills], as the god had explained.

The strange phenomena occurring since earlier—though reincarnation itself was the ultimate mystery—would all make sense if they were attributed to the influence of [Skills].

Above all, the god had mentioned at the very end that they would grant Hyde a special skill, despite it not aligning with his request.

(If that’s the case, what kind of [Skill] is it?)

As this question surfaced in his mind, once again, for the third time, he felt a sensation of power draining from his body.

In the mirror before him, letters began to appear above the infant’s head.