Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World

8: Two-Year-Olds Remember Their Mission

“Rekshu.”

It’s not a sneeze.

It’s my name.

Milim’s parents, who came to pick her up, ended up telling me that she mentioned my name before “Papa” and “Mama.”

My parents and Milim’s parents are having a conversation with us in the middle.

“Our Milim was quiet, crawled later than other kids, and was slow to start speaking, so we were a bit worried. But, thanks to your help, Rex-kun, she finally started speaking…”

I felt a sense of achievement and emotion from Milim’s father’s words.

It can’t be helped, really. Milim is already like a little sister to me. When she sees me, she wags her black tail around her waist once, and though her expression is gloomy, she’s become pretty good at understanding her mood with her ears and tail.

Milim is practically a part of my family now. I take care of her meals and diapers.

The fact that Milim chose to speak her first word as “Rex,” a difficult-to-pronounce name that even I am unsure of, is truly moving.

I try to compose myself, but for a two-year-old like me, it’s impossible to contain this joy.

Milim and I are embracing at our parents’ feet.

I intend to hold her, but since our body sizes aren’t that different, I end up sitting her on my lap and embracing her.

A passionate embrace between a junior and his parents in front of the junior’s parents. It feels a bit taboo.

Milim, whom I’m embracing, trembles. She needs the toilet. I quickly lay her down on the floor and fetch the diapers from the designated spot. I change the diaper promptly, without needing to be told. She’s mine.

“Rex-kun, thank you so much.”

Milim’s mother says to me.

I wanted to say it’s just the right thing to do, but I still can’t express my sense of duty clearly with words, so I just nod strongly.

“By the way, Rex-kun, you’re really capable… Can two-year-olds do this much?”

“Our child is a genius, you know.”

Papa next to me seems amused, saying, “Oh, come on.”

I feel embarrassed by Mama’s words.

A genius. When I think of it in the context of a million lifetimes, it’s absolutely impossible as an expression to describe me, but when Mama says it, it strangely feels like a truth, not irony.

I proudly lift up Milim’s soiled diaper.

This is like a trophy to me.

However, the nursery staff collected them. The trophies were taken away and disposed of properly. It’s a shame… No, it’s not. They’ll just come out again anyway.

Still, being praised like this does boost my confidence after all.

Maybe it’s not a bad idea for me to aim to become a nursery staff member myself… That’s what I started to think…

And then, I suddenly realized.

…I haven’t done any magic training!

It has been a tumultuous two years since I was born.

For the first few months, I was under my parents’ supervision, and from the age of one, I was mostly taken care of by the nursery staff…

…I can’t remember their names!?

Why is that!? I can’t recall the name of the older sister I was so close to… Yes, it has been six months since she graduated from the nursery. For a two-year-old’s brain, six months is too long… She left behind only beautiful memories and has already become a thing of the past.

Anyway, I was managed by the older sister.

And after turning two, it was Milim’s care… Of course, when I went home, my parents were there to look after me, and I completely lost track of the timing to practice magic in secret.

This is not good.

If my hypothesis is correct, that “babies are treated as VIPs because they are magically the strongest, and as they age, their magical power diminishes,” then I should have already passed my peak two years ago.

What a revelation. While I was busy living, I had unknowingly grown old!

I look down at my two-year-old body. Nowadays, I have finally become stable enough to run. My words have become much clearer, and now I can even take care of babies.

And yet, my magical power is diminishing!

No, I haven’t even confirmed whether my hypothesis that “babies are magically the strongest creatures” is really true!

I was brainwashed.

I was completely deceived by the texture of “peaceful daily life”.

Even though I know that when I turn the page, there is a world full of ugliness and malice, I have continued to neglect to prepare for it.

The “enemy” must be laughing at the foolish two-year-old who lives without any sense of crisis.

The warm gazes of the nursery staff clearly show that fact.

But I am a two-year-old who turns a crisis into an opportunity.

Because I have lived so far just like an ordinary two-year-old, the “enemy” must think of me as just another mediocre two-year-old among the masses.

In order to live a full life, I cannot afford to neglect preparation from now on.

As an unfortunate, untalented, and unlucky person, continuous effort is necessary for me to live a normal life…

I have finally decided to devote myself to studying magic.

“Rekushu” (the sound of magic activation).

But before that, Milim is saying that she’s hungry, so I’ll start with taking care of her…