Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

May 25th is my birthday.

I should be able to get a pretty big celebration this year because I'm five years old.

Infant mortality in this world is very high. Five years old seems to be one guideline, and if you get so big, you seem to think you've broken through the first gate.

Of course, we rarely celebrate in ordinary homes with stories about wealthy families we can celebrate or knightly homes like ours. They only celebrate in poor houses when they're fifteen years old adults, but that means independence, so it's a little different from birthday celebrations.

On my birthday morning, I checked my current status using "See”.

Zacharias Lockhart, five years old, magic swordsman, level five.

Muscle Strength: 6/50

Reflex nerve: 10/90

Physical control capacity: 10/90

Endurance: 13/120 (80x1/5)

Magic: 11/100

Mental Strength: 120 (80 x 1/5)

Intelligence: 100

Production capacity: 6/50

Appearance: eighty-seven

Charm: Eight Two

HP: 140

MP: 115

Skills: Swordsmanship V, Physical Arts VIII, Negotiation XXXII, Computation XXVII

Magic: Wind Attribute VI, Light, Water, Wood Attribute V, Fire, Earth Attribute IV, Darkness, Metallic II

Special Abilities: Robustness, Disease Resistance, Toxic Resistance, Mental Resistance, Vision Enhancement, Exercise of Death, Previous Memory, Reference, Demonic Martial Arts

I still have the same skill level and the same skill level as a swordsman. According to Nicholas, he usually starts to deviate from level three or so, so he was wondering if his grandfather would teach better.

And HP and MP are up significantly compared to a year ago. I think it's because it's growing, but I'm glad it still looks like it's growing.

The 25th of May was a bummer in the mansion in the morning.

They say it's because they get words of celebration from representatives of each district, but it feels so embarrassing to me that I go to the village more often than not.

After breakfast, my father calls me and I go to my grandfather's room.

In addition to his grandfather, he had his mother, his brother, and Walt and Nicholas.

My grandfather told me, "For once, it's the age of separation. Let's give him something to celebrate," he takes a knife out of the desk drawer.

The knife looks extremely ordinary, tucked away in an undivided sheath.

"This was given to me by the samurai when the knight told me..."

My grandfather tells me that it's one of the things that was given to me as a celebration by the Raswell Borderline Uncle I used to serve, and that my body is a product made of misrills.

"This was meant to be used for self-determination when your Excellency was ready to die. Your Excellency gave me this in the sense that he would give his life to Nong... and while you were in the military, Nong kept it with him."

And I'll give you that knife before me.

"I'll give you this." Thou shalt make thyself the Lord, and live as thou wilt. "

My grandfather gave me this knife as a symbol of my own life-giving, or my freedom.

(Tool to keep my life alive, let me have it... I guess I should say it sounds familiar. Well, if you want to live free, you mean just decide to be ready to martyr at it...... and I've never seen Mithril before)

I said, "Thank you. I'll take care of it," he says, receiving and bowing his head deeply.

And from my father and my mother I received fine feather pens and ink pens, and from my brother I received various things, even from my servants, the wooden sword that I had used.

I desperately suppress my tear glands from loosening, making a smile and saying thank you.

(I've never received such a thoughtful birthday present. This alone was worth being born into this house. I can feel that this is really my house...)

Starting around 10 a.m., representatives from each district climb up Kanga Hill with festive items.

This one meant more to the Lockhart family than to me personally, with lots of groceries, liquor, and fine daily items.

In the meantime, Blacksmith Beltram climbed the hill, letting his breath out.

You care about the eyes of the people in the house, with a smaller voice than usual, "You're five years old. It's a celebration item," he said, leaving a cup with a copper handle and a shot glass of copper about two cm in diameter and six or seven cm high.

I almost laughed and said, "Thanks. This one's still early, but I'll let you take care of it," he lifts the shot glass gently.

You seem to remember me saying I used to drink in a smaller skinny glass when we talked about Scotch.

"Be old enough to drink fast. We need to make that booze even better."

I laughed and immediately went back to my workshop when I said that.

I wondered if I could be celebrated so far, and I asked my mother about it. My mother, a civilian native, leaned her neck slightly,

"I don't know very well either, but in a knight's house, they don't decide who's going to inherit the house until their eldest son turns ten. Rod's only nine, isn't he? So you could take over this house."

When his eldest son turns ten, he will be revealed as the successor to that house, and until then it is fully possible that he will be his successor even after his second son. Especially if his eldest son is sick or has no martial arts talent, he sometimes doesn't show off as his successor on his tenth birthday.

It was just that this was an old custom and now it just remains a formality.

(I'm not going to inherit this house, and my brother is healthy and swordsmanship arms are expensive enough compared to his age. If we can keep growing like this, we will have enough talent to protect this village. Well, my father and mother are willing to let my brother inherit it, so I feel comfortable...)

Then Mel and Sharon gave me a gift kiss on both cheeks.

At that moment, three of my mothers, Polly, Mel's mother, and Claire, Sharon's mother, were blowing out in unison.

I was also embarrassed and poisoned my mind that "if we all laugh too much, the shock will start working pain”.

Dinner was more sumptuous than usual, with a river fish pore resembling Ivana - a cooking method in which both sides grilled together using oil (this time butter) - appeared. The fish is a plug from the villagers, and Molly seemed to remember saying she liked Ivana - especially the best Ombrier Chevalier - Poire before.

After dinner, when I got back to my room, Liddy came.

She smiled and said, "Good for you. I can kiss the two beauties blessed," he peeks into my face.

"Right. Indeed, it was a rare blessing."

When I say that with a serious face, it makes me look a little peeled.

If I can't stop erupting, Liddy gets caught and erupts, too.

After the laughter subsided, he pressed something into my little hand with a method that lay his eyes down, "It's a present," he said.

When I opened my hand, there was a silver ring that was too big for my fingers.

"I thought it was going to be a little older, but I couldn't stand it... this is the ring that's going to pass on to my house, the Dupree family"

Liddy explains that fitting this ring will reveal the condition of the paired opponent - life and death, major injuries and illness, etc.

When I heard more about it, they said it was one of those demonic props that I couldn't make now, and this was the only thing that would make me a fortune.

When I was surprised, she flickered at the ring that was embedded in her finger and laughed, "Align with mine".

I said, "Okay, is it important?" but he was a little upset, his voice trembling.

Liddy didn't notice my upset, keep talking.

"You're an idiot. I want you to have it. Now it's still too big, so put it through this and hang it around your neck."

He put a silver chain through my ring and hung it around my neck.

I say, "I'll take care of it," I squeeze that ring.

"And aren't you going to give it to me from a guy? The ring."

When I say that in the blindfold,

"Right. Well, I'm looking forward to it."

"Right. I don't know how many years ahead, but stay tuned. I'll give it to you."

My brother Rod seemed pretty troubled when I was talking to Liddy like that.

The day after my birthday, my father called me and I headed to the office.

There was a brother with a serious face and a father with a face that looked like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

I waited to see if my father would start talking, but I can't really open my mouth.

I was in a hurry and I said, "What's your business?," my father finally opened his mouth.

"Rod told me he'd give you the housekeeper. I think you deserve the Lockhart family better than yourself."

I round my eyes to that word. I was careful not to be a vegetarian word,

"But my brother has swordsmanship skills... and I think he can be a fine lord"

My brother said in a small voice, "That's not true..."

"The level of swordsmanship rises faster than mine, and the magic... and I talk to my uncle and Nicholas normally. Absolutely better than me..."

The last one has been filled with remorse, tears in his eyes.

I do have an excellent brother and I can't beat that brother one. And if you were to be gradually caught up in your efforts to keep you from losing to your remote brother that age, you wouldn't be confident either. Especially when you're old enough. It's not strange to think of it and say you won't succeed.

(You didn't think I was thinking that far. Normally, he would abuse or ignore it, but his brother didn't even show a bare gesture like that. I thought you were an honest good boy... you start to think a lot when you're about this age)

I ask my father, "What are you going to do," but he just looks like he's in trouble, too, and he doesn't answer anything.

The best thing to do is to reveal who I am, but I'm worried that my nine-year-old will understand.

Think around it, my father will be in trouble, too.

My father speaks to my brother in a slow tone as the painful air flows.

"Rod, he said he'd give Zach the housekeeper, but what are you going to do?

Was my brother thinking of an answer,

"Like my uncle, I want to join the army."

"Army? Oh, you mean the Northern Governor's Army... are you going to live as a soldier?

My brother nods loudly, "Yes," to my father's question.

"When I was twelve, I heard I could get into the Knights with an apprenticeship"

My father shook his neck small and sideways, groaning, "You were thinking that far..." Then he stared firmly into his brother's eyes,

"I see you didn't say it without thinking. You are also the eldest son of the Lockhart family. I'm going to tell you something important now. I was actually going to talk to you when you grew up. But if you're ready to get that far, let's talk here and now."

My father seems to have decided to reveal my secret to his brother.

When my brother nods correctly about his residence, my father starts talking.

"It's about Zach... you realize you're a liar too, but Zach is not a normal child... he's a child sent by God"

My brother opened his eyes wide to the words and stared at me.

"Zach's soul was sent from another world. That's the soul of an adult the same age as your father. That's why I was able to talk to my father and Nicholas normally. But there's something this guy needs to do."

My brother glanced back at my father and said, "What do I have to do?," he said in his mouth.

"That's right. I have a job that God commanded me to do. So you have the gift of a sword and the gift of magic. Unlike me or you, who are normal people. My father and I are going to help Zach with his work. That's one of the things my father teaches me about swords."

My brother's gaze comes and goes between my father and me, and he's confused, "What am I supposed to do..."

(You just have trouble telling a nine-year-old such a difficult story. You won't understand, and you're just, like, old enough to admire a hero. I wonder why it's not me.)

Apart from my thoughts like that, my father looked straight at my brother and said, "As my brother, what do you think you should do?" Ask.

My brother shook his head, "I don't know," but there was confusion and confusion in his face.

"Well, think about it. As the eldest son of the Lockhart family, what can you do as Zach's brother?"

My brother left my father's room behind.

I was left with, "Was it good? I don't think it's too early for you, brother?" he asks his father.

"Maybe so. But as a young man, he's a Lockhart man. I trust you will accept this degree."

My father didn't seem as confident as the words either, and he had a glimpse of a painful look on his face.

I quit my father's room, too, and I was thinking about it now.

Apart from what decisions my brother would make, my presence put a strain on the heart of a child of only nine years old. If I had thought more, things like this might not have happened.

Maybe I was just thinking too much about myself.

I know the facts of reincarnation and don't deny that I was in a hurry, but I should have thought more about what was around me when deciding how to live my life.

It still is.

It's not just my brother. Mel, Sharon and Dan are under my influence.

Not a bad influence so far. I think it's rather influenced in a good direction.

But I'm not sure when people ask me if that's normal or really good as a child in this world.

Is that why there was another way?

Could I have minded my surroundings and weakened my powers?

I don't have the answers to that question.

At least I can answer that I was choosing the best way to think.

Now what am I supposed to do?

When I was worried, Liddy called out after I was ready to go out to patrol class.

"What's going on? Sounds like something's bothering you?

I was worried about answering, but I'm going to tell Liddy what I was thinking about in my father's room.

She thinks hmm,

"Rod is old enough to think for himself. I don't know what choice you're gonna make, but if that's Rod's chosen path, I'm here for you."

I'm surprised at what Liddy said.

If it is true that my brother chose his own path, he should respect it. But my brother is only a nine-year-old. His judgment cannot be counted on. Then I was wondering if we were going the wrong way.

"My brother is only nine years old. If I'm wrong, it'll be adults who make it right."

Liddy tilted her neck slightly,

"Really? Can I make a mistake? If only I could leave you somewhere to go back. 'Cause everyone can make a mistake. Besides, you don't always know adults are right, do you?

The words struck me like I had been beaten.

I certainly don't think all adult opinions are right. Right now, even if you think you're wrong, maybe you're really right.

Soon, I was in the same way I thought when I was in the original world.

Safely... surely... afraid of failure... and inability to move.

As I was sinking into my own thoughts, she kept talking.

"... it's about you, but as long as there's a" you, "yeah, anyone, but as long as someone exists, it's something that affects you around. I'm influenced by you, too, and you're influenced by me. If I come up with that, I won't be able to live... I used to think the same thing about you. But not now. Because I started living with you and I knew how much fun it was to hang out with people..."

"You seemed to think too much. Maybe I got an old bad habit...... Thanks, Liddy"

"It's okay, don't worry about that"

Smiling and saying that, I headed to the patrol class.

I was saved by her words.

And no matter what choice my brother made, I swore to my heart to take it.

The next day, he is summoned to his father again.

Apparently, my brother has come to a conclusion.

My brother has already come to my father's room, and since I hit him yesterday, he looks unusual and sunny.

"Father, I will join the Knights when I am twelve."

My father and I still think that my brother stopped me from succeeding and darkened his expression.

My brother doesn't realize that, and he keeps talking.

"But that's to empower Zach, to protect his brother. I will inherit the Lockhart family and help Zach!

My brother thought about it all day and chose to protect me. He declared that he would go out and train to make up for his lack of strength.

I was surprised, I saw my father. My father was just as surprised as I was, but soon he smiled,

"Right...... ok. I'll tell your father about it."

My brother nodded happily, "Then I'm going to train!" and left the room cheerfully.

"Maybe it's because of you. What makes Rod so positive?"

I shake my head beside my father's words.

"No, that's not true. Originally, my brother was a fine boy with a brother in mind. Normally, if you had a brother like me, you'd be jealous, and you'd bully me. But that didn't happen at all from the beginning."

My father snorts, "Right," too.

I'm leaving my father's room and going to see Liddy.

And speak my brother's conclusions.

She doesn't say anything, she listens to me.

Even after everything she had told me, she was smiling without saying anything.

I didn't ask for her opinion either.

Yeah, because I don't need to hear it.