One More Time: Rebirth

Chapter 2: The Beginning of a new life

It has been about ten months since I reincarnated, I have gotten used to the language now. Also, my mother would read me different books every night, so I was also able to understand the letters somehow. These past ten months I tried to gather information about my family.

It would seem like I was reborn in a pretty wealthy and famous family. My mother Serina Regius is a powerful witch with the nickname Grand witch of flames, My Father Leonard Regius, on the other hand, was a famous adventurer with the nickname Silverfall. Currently, the family was living in a rural area.

The house we live in was huge, I tried crawling here and there but it seems like I can't pass beyond the hallway. The house is filled with servants by my estimation of the people I've seen we have around 22 servants or more.

My mother doesn't leave me to the servants, it seems she declared to father that she would be taking care of me until I can go on by myself. The books my mother reads to me are like the myths and legends of this world.

Through this, I discovered that in this world there was also a demon race but they were not considered evil like the demon race from my world. They just have a different culture and had no antagonistic feelings against humans.

Another thing of note was that there are many more different races aside from demons and humans. Each of the different Races had their own specialty. The human race that I belonged to was said to be the most balanced of all the races. There was nothing that a human was particularly bad at as well as there was nothing that they were particularly good at oh except for one thing. It seems that in this world the humans were known for their creativity and ingenuity.

Well, that really wasn't what I was interested in I was more interested in this world's magic and sword system.

Is the magic I learned in my previous life still applicable here in this world? Are there different rules here regarding the usage of magic? I was also curious about the swordsmanship here in this world. What kind of stances do they use? Does this world have a particular style that they preferred? And who was the strongest?

I had no real goal in my previous life except for revenge. So in this life might as well strive to be the strongest, Even if I don't become the strongest at least I would not have any regrets of just lazing around. Oh, right might as well find a best friend I had none one like that in my previous life.

My companions before were not really my friends no one had opened up in the whole journey. We were just together for the sake of revenge. So this time I want to have something like a best friend. Oh, sh*t, I'm getting excited I hope I'm able to walk now so I can get started.

I was now one year old my vocals seem to be getting better. I think if I talk now I might be able to say something, but what should I say?

This seems very important should I say Mama first seeing that my mother is the one always taking care of me, or should I say, Dada. Though my father wasn't around most of the time because of work, but when he was around he would always do something to make me smile. With his cheerful smile, I would sometimes get a feeling of happiness and I would even start laughing.

Oh well, I'll just say them both at the same time. I waited for my father to return and then when the time was right I said it "Mama... Dada." I said with a cutesy smile on my face.

My parents looked at me for a moment dumbfounded... Huh, what happened was doing a cutesy smile too much for me. After a second or so of silence, my parents started screaming.

"Did you hear that my dear husband! Edge my son just called me Mama!" My mother screamed hugging me tightly.

Then my father snatched me away using great agility and dexterity he took me from my mother without notice and raised me up while smiling he said

"Enough about that Seri. He just called me Dada hahaha. Come on say it again call for your father." My Dad looked at me with eyes of anticipation. Might as well give in seeing how happy he was.

"Dada" My father trembled in excitement as he raised me up and down.

"Stop that! It's my turn now come on Edge call for your mommy come on." My mother the grand witch of flame was looking at me with teary eyes.

"Mama... Mama... Mama" My mother's face then brightened up she looked at me with a joyous expression.

My father stopped for a moment and with that opening my mother took me.

"Did you hear that my dear husband! He called for me three times." With a smile that said it was her victory my father fell down on one knee, he looked at me as if suffering.

"My son, please call for this worthless father of yours please." My father with his strong build was really crying and begging. It almost looked like he was begging for forgiveness and was asking me to spare his life.

Well, whatever "Dada... Dada... dada." Thus my father's face returned to his usual cheerful self and my mother was now looking at me with a longing face. We did the same thing all over again until I pretended to sleep.