I never imagined my days would end up filled with things like this:
- Waiting for warm milk
- Being doted on by servants
- Wearing diapers again
- Getting taken for strolls in the garden
> And worst of all? I can't even complain.
That's my life now—ever since I woke up in this tiny body. It's only been the third day, but I've already learned to distinguish my mother's voice, the nanny's tone, and even the footsteps of the servants.
But there's one voice I heard today that made my blood run cold.
"Is it really him?"
"You sure? That little kid… the Demon King?"
"Don't speak too loudly. But yes. I recognize the aura. Though faint, I can still feel traces of dark magic clinging to him."
I stayed silent as my mother held me close. I couldn't turn my head, but my ears caught the whispers of two strangers at the edge of the village. They weren't ordinary townsfolk.
> They were mages.
Mages who once served *me*.
That night, one of them slipped quietly into our home. An old woman wrapped in a faded blue cloak, her eyes sharp—as if they could see straight into a soul.
My mother was suspicious at first, but the woman smiled kindly.
"I just wanted to bring a welcome gift for the newborn," she said softly, placing a thick book on the table.
Then, her gaze met mine.
And I knew.
> She knew.
She knew exactly who I really was.
A few hours later, when everyone had fallen asleep, I heard a quiet sound near my bedroom window. She had returned.
"If I may ask, Your Majesty…" she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. "Why did you choose to live… after everything ended?"
I wanted to answer.
But once again, all I could do was stare back at her while letting out a soft babble.
> I want to understand love. Family. What it means to be human.
I don't want to be a king anymore. I want to become a father… to myself.
But it seems the world isn't ready to let me go that easily.
Out there, rumors about the "miraculous baby" are spreading. Even some from the Eastern Kingdom have started searching for the infant born with a dark aura.
> I'm not ready for battle again.
But it looks like the battle is coming for *me*.