Chapter 2: And welcome, my son

I certainly thought about the next life. But why do I still have my old memories, and why am I in the form of a grown woman?

Someone knocking on the door brought my consciousness to the surface.

Strange. Wasn’t I dead? Or is the sound I’m hearing now the sound of hell, as they say?

Thinking that, I tried to get up. Or, to be precise, I tried to.

My body didn’t get up as I thought it would. Puzzled, I looked up.

There were hills there. Two Mount Hallas rising on my chest, and one Mount Everest on my stomach, a total of three hills.

‘What is this? Was I this fat?’

But no matter how I thought about it, I didn’t have any excess fat until right before I died. How else would I have consistently been underweight every time I had a physical exam?

Thinking that, I unconsciously reached my hand out to the hill on my stomach.

The first thing I felt when my hand touched my stomach was warmth, a warmth caused by something other than body temperature.

I wondered if I could feel this sensation just by putting my hand on my stomach, and as I stayed still, another sensation was transmitted to my hand.

It was none other than ‘shock.’

As if there was someone else inside, I felt a faint but clearly perceptible vibration in the place where I had put my hand.

Surprised by the shock, I momentarily took my hand off my stomach. And at the same time, I was overwhelmed by a strong sense of unease.

There’s someone else in my stomach, is this body not human?

Just as I was about to fall into such an imagination, I heard someone knocking on the door again from outside. But this time, I heard someone else’s voice as well.

[Is the Vastaya inside, miss?]

Vastaya? What does that mean?

At least among the things I studied, the word Vastaya didn’t exist.

To solve that question, I got up with my heavy body. Lying down in what appeared to be bedding, I slowly moved to the side to lower my legs first, and was barely able to stand up.

And looking around, I looked at an object that looked like a mirror.

The person reflected there was not ‘me.’

What was reflected in the mirror was not my appearance that I knew, but someone else’s appearance.

Long straight hair of light purple color, thin, slit eyes that made me wonder if they were closed, and golden eyes peeking out from within.

All of this was unfamiliar, but there were two, no, three things that felt particularly out of place.

The first was something that wasn’t hair drooping down from her head.

The second was the three hills I had seen earlier.

And finally, the unfamiliar interior scenery reflected in the background of the mirror.

Where is this place, and who on earth is this person?

Just as unresolvable questions were piling up, I heard someone’s voice again from outside.

[Miss, is your condition not so good right now? Are you inside?]

Listening closely, it sounded like an old woman’s voice. But that wasn’t important. That person might know something about the owner of this body.

With that conclusion, I thought I should open the door and meet the old woman.

When I opened the door, as expected, an old woman who looked old was standing there. The old woman looked at me who had opened the door and opened her mouth.

“Oh my, miss. Why is there so little reaction? I was worried.”

It was a short sentence, but I could feel from the old woman’s tone and attitude that she was sincerely worried about this person.

Receiving such sincere concern, I didn’t know what to say to the old woman and just mumbled.

The old woman, seeing my reaction, thought about something from it and spoke to me again.

“Perhaps, is it because there isn’t much time left? Oh dear, I’ve done something unnecessary.”

Not much time left, what does that mean? My head became complicated with too much uncertain information.

That’s right. Maybe if I ask this old woman, she will give me an answer? With such a glimmer of hope, I opened my mouth to the old woman.

“Excuse me…”

The moment words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but be surprised again.

The voice was beautiful, unlike what I thought it would be, but the most surprising reason was that it was a language I didn’t know.

That’s right. Thinking about it, the language the old woman spoke was definitely a language I was hearing for the first time. But why can I understand the meaning and speak it?

“Yes. Is there something you want to ask?”

It was the old woman’s question that woke me up from such confusion.

That’s right. I can’t just drift along forever. Thinking that, I opened my mouth again to ask about this situation.

“Um… it’s not that, well… euhk…!?!”

It was then. Suddenly, a violent pain began to rise from my stomach. I grabbed my stomach and collapsed from unimaginable labor pains.

“…! Miss! Are you okay?”

The old woman, seeing me suddenly grabbing my stomach and falling, ran over and supported me.

To that old woman, I could only say these words.

“…Stomach…,,.., the stomach…,.,.,”

“!!! Oh dear, it started earlier than I thought.”

The old woman, seeing my condition, said to me as if she knew something. Started? What does that mean? I couldn’t help but ask again.

“……W..,.,..,,.What…,.,..,do you mean…,..,,.?”

The old woman’s answer to the question I managed to utter was this.

“What else could it be, but labor pains.”

…Huh? Labor pains?

Oh dear. Mother, this unfilial son seems to have lost his virginity before losing his chastity…