A few months (probably about half a year) had passed since my diet (the quality of my mother’s milk) improved. One day, as it was getting close to the time for my mother to come home, she still hadn’t returned. While I was squatting and waiting, trying to stand up, a strange man entered the storage shed.
“Who are you!?”
The suspicious man picked me up.
“You’re a dirty child…”
“Waaah!” (I’m not that noisy!)
The stranger treated me like some piece of garbage and took me out of the shed.
Has this stranger upgraded from a suspicious person to a kidnapper!?
“Where are you taking me!?”
The kidnapper didn’t answer. Of course, he wouldn’t understand baby talk.
Still, this was my first outing. The fresh air felt amazing.
Outside, fields spread out before me. Is that wheat? It looked like it was almost harvest time, golden and ripe.
I could see a few people working in the fields. However, I couldn’t find my mother anywhere.
If she doesn’t come back soon, I might really be kidnapped.
The man climbed onto a carriage, but I was stuck in a wooden box. Sure, I might be a bit dirty, but what about my human rights?
In their world, there’s probably no such thing as human rights…
After a while, we entered a large mansion.
Suddenly, I was stripped bare.
I didn’t intend to scream, “Pervert!” After all, I’m just a baby.
A woman who looked like a maid dipped me in a tub of water.
It’s cold! Why don’t you try getting in here? I thought my heart would stop for a moment!
They scrubbed my soft skin until it turned bright red. It hurt quite a bit.
“Hmm. Silver-blue hair and golden eyes. It seems you really are the child of my lord.”
The man who brought me here said that.
Meanwhile, the maids continued to wipe me down and dressed me in baby clothes.
“Well then, let’s go.”
The man picked me up again, this time holding me normally.
He entered a lavish room.
“My lord, I have brought Thomas.”
“Lord Thomas?”
The man who brought me here looked to be about fifty, dressed in a tuxedo, with his brown hair slicked back. He seemed like a butler.
The man referred to as my lord was an elderly gentleman, about sixty, with bluish-silver hair mixed with white and golden eyes.
“Is he my child?”
“Eight or nine out of ten times, yes.”
“Tch.”
It seems I am indeed the child of this lord.
However, it’s awful for him to click his tongue just because he found out I’m a child.
Those eyes are those of someone who doesn’t see children as children. He probably just sits back and has never even done any childcare.
“I only acted on a whim, but I have a child who carries my blood. Make arrangements for him to stay in the separate residence.”
“Understood.”
He left the room immediately and exited the mansion.
We entered another mansion about a fifteen-minute walk away. It was smaller than the previous one, but still quite magnificent compared to the storage shed.
When we entered a certain room, I saw a beautiful woman dressed in a gown, who immediately started crying upon seeing me.
“Oh, Thomas. I’m so glad…”
Hearing her voice, I realized this woman was my mother.
She wasn’t wearing her usual rags, and her dull hair had turned into a radiant golden color. With her makeup and fancy clothes, I barely recognized her.
But her emerald-green eyes, clear as crystal, matched the mother I remembered, so there was no mistake.
“Lady Aliusha will now live as my lord’s concubine.”
“Yes…”
So my mother’s name is Aliusha. But a concubine, huh?
That lord is about sixty years old, yet he goes after such a young mother—he’s beyond a lolicon; he’s a monster.
Since that day, my mother and I have escaped from our life in the storage shed. Our living environment has greatly improved.
In this separate residence, many other concubines live as well.
Thus began our shared life with women in similar circumstances and their children.
