Chapter 97: I feel uncomfortable and want to take a vacation!! * Cheng...

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The days of being a baby were worse than death, but fortunately Remiel was considerate enough to prepare a fast-forward button for me.

It took me a while, but I finally figured out how to do this thing.

As long as you press the fast forward button, time will move forward quickly. After releasing it, it will return to normal, similar to double-speed playback.

On the first day I was born, my mother died of complications during childbirth. A few months after I was born, I was finally able to see, and the first thing I saw was that familiar face.

Blond hair and blue eyes, cute and tender. At this time, Remiel was still a child, and his actions and words were inevitably young and awkward. I babbled twice. Remiel thought for a moment, turned around and walked out.

As he walked out, I turned over and tried to sit up and look around, but I fell back halfway and almost fell off the bed.

Children's bodies are soft and they have no strength to do anything. It hurts a bit, but I'm not injured.

I tried to roll myself back, but a gust of wind blew in from outside. Remiel hurriedly picked me up, holding a bottle of rice soup in his other hand: "Why did you fall? Did I not put you down properly?"

Sensing that he was about to cry, I touched his cheek to comfort him, but did not accept the rice soup. Remiel was stunned for a moment. His eyes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He put his forehead against mine and whispered, "Brother is fine, I just miss mom a little bit. If mom were still here, it would be great. I always feel like I can't take good care of you."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, my brother is here."

He held me in his arms, humming a lullaby awkwardly. There was almost nothing else in the shabby house, only the bed we sat on and a table. Seeing that I was looking at him, Remiel was a little uncertain: "What's wrong? You don't look hungry. Is your diaper wet?"

Seeing him reaching out towards my lower body, I was startled and immediately pressed the fast-forward button.

I don't want anyone around me to change my diaper! Otherwise, how can I look at Remiel in the face in the future! ? (Screaming)

Time passed quickly. When things returned to normal, the surrounding scene changed again.

This is a meadow. The green grass leaves are wet with morning dew and swaying with vitality.

"elder brother!"

I immediately saw Remiel standing opposite me. He held out his hand to me and encouraged me, “Come to your brother, Mia.”

I crawled over crookedly. After a few steps, I realized that my legs seemed to be able to stand up.

"elder brother!"

I called him. Remiel responded with a smile on his face. Under Remiel's surprised gaze, I stood up with a grunt and took a step towards him.

The next second, the whole world was spinning, but I didn't feel any pain.

When I looked up, Remiel swooped over and blocked my face with his arms.

Seeing that I was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and picked me up regardless of the grass debris on my body.

"elder brother?"

I tilted my head, and Remiel praised me gently: "Mia is amazing. You have already learned to walk. Today, it was my brother's negligence that I didn't help you walk. Next time, when I am ready, we can practice again, okay?"

"Um!"

I'm afraid no one in the world can refuse such a blond boy. I nodded vigorously and he kissed my cheek.

"Mia is awesome. You're so obedient, brother is really touched."

Hearing him say that, I couldn't help but push Remiel. The boy smiled and let me do whatever I wanted, without any resistance.

Hey, your character is ruined, right?

How come I didn’t know you loved sisters so much?

Remiel picked me up. A one-year-old was no problem for him, even though he was still at the age that could be called a child. His shoulders were already strong.

I yawned slightly, unable to resist the sleepiness brought by my child's body, and closed my eyes.

Before falling asleep, I remembered to press fast forward.

*

When I woke up, my vision suddenly rose higher and I estimated that I was about three or four years old.

I looked around. At this time, I was still in the room. There was no one else in the room, only me sitting on the bed. There was a simple railing made of wood on the bed, which seemed to prevent me from falling off.

I looked around. Dusk streamed in from the window, illuminating this small room. Compared to before, there was a stove here, small and crude.

My stomach growled, waiting for someone to feed me. I tried, but the height of the wooden fence obviously didn't allow me to climb over it.

After waiting for a long time, until dusk fell and the moon rose, the door was finally opened from the outside.

Remiel walked in. Compared to the last time I saw him, he was taller and thinner now.

He was wearing a simple linen outfit, plain and clean, revealing his muscular arms, and his expression was filled with indelible fatigue.

"elder brother…!"

I called out his name with great effort. The boy put down what he was holding and immediately walked towards me. He picked me up and if you looked closely, you would see that there were bruises on his face, and it looked like he had just been beaten by someone. I reached out and touched it, and Remiel held my hand nonchalantly. His hand was cold and rough.

"Have you been good at home? I bought you some goat milk today."

He used a very subtle repetition of words. I couldn't help but feel like laughing when I thought about how the future tall and handsome knight commander was a little kid who would say "drink goat's milk" to his sister when he was young.

"I've been obedient...Brother, it hurts, Feifei."

I stumbled and imitated the way a child spoke, and put my hand on his wound again. Remiel was slightly stunned, and his expression softened a little: "Well, it hurts. I'll go get you some hot goat milk."

He kissed my cheek, then carefully put me into the wooden fence, turned around, went outside, grabbed a pile of dry firewood, and threw it into the stove.

Remiel took two flints from the stove, lit the firewood, put the iron pot on, and poured in goat milk.

As it boiled, a gentle aroma spread throughout the house. I heard Remiel swallowing his saliva, but he didn't drink a single sip. He poured all the goat milk into a bowl and gave it to me after it was warm.

"Drink it, it's not hot."

I thought about it and raised the bowl with both hands: "Brother, drink it."

Remiel rubbed my head and said, "Brother is not hungry."

No matter how I tried to persuade him, he firmly refused me. I had no choice but to drink it in big gulps.

Remiel stood up and filled the pot with water. He put it on the fire and took out two pieces of black bread and put them in. He ate them one bite at a time until they were soft, and finally drank up all the soup.

I searched my memory. People in slums usually have difficulty getting milk, and generally children can only drink rice soup.

But Remiel worked very hard. He did all the dirty and hard work that others were unwilling to do. Although he was still young, he could do the work of adults. Therefore, he was recognized by the leader of the sheep and could afford such expensive things as goat milk.

As for milk, there is no need to mention it, only nobles can afford it.

Without parents, the boy had to play both father and mother and raise his newborn sister. This was definitely a disastrous start.

But Remiel didn't complain at all. He held me in his arms, his eyes filled with love. He wasn't angry because his sister took my mother away, nor was he sad because of his impoverished life. We huddled together like two little animals, the thin blanket covering us like the hardest shell. All the suffering and tears were isolated in the cruel reality. Remiel tilted his head to look at me, his golden hair falling down his tender cheeks, and I reached out to hold it up again.

"Thank you, Mia, that's awesome."

He couldn't help laughing, but quickly stopped laughing. The boy already looked like the knight commander he would be in the future, preferring a serious and stern expression. When he laughed, his eyebrows curved, as if the melting winter snow had ushered in spring overnight. His deep blue eyes reflected my figure, and his voice was exceptionally gentle.

"Are you lonely at home today? I'm sorry, I can't stay home with you."

I shook my head, took the initiative to hug him, and answered very seriously: "Brother, you have worked hard."

Remiel was stunned for a moment, then his expression became gentler. He kissed my forehead and said softly, "Thank you, Mia. It's not hard for me. As long as I can cure Mia's illness and live happily with her, I'm willing to do anything."

"sick?"

"Um...nothing."

He realized that he had said something wrong and quickly covered up the topic. But I didn't let him go and kept asking him, "Brother, what's wrong with Mia?"

Remiel was so annoyed that he had no choice but to tell me, "It's amnesia."

I was stunned for a moment, and then it dawned on me.

As the name suggests, amnesia is a disease of the soul.

The reason is that the patient has lost part of his soul. The most effective treatment is in my church. Unfortunately, my followers have long disappeared, so the most effective treatment now is to seek help from the Glorious Church.

The cause of the disease is also simple. The period I skipped still exists, and without the control of the soul, it is just the body's instinctive reaction. The manifestation is severe amnesia.

After thinking this through, I tried to explain: "Brother, you don't need to treat me. I'm fine. The disease is not a big deal!"

Remiel obviously thought this was childish consideration and just smiled. I had no way to tell him the truth of the matter. I could only repeatedly emphasize: "I'm really fine."

"I understand. Mia is a smart and good child. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell your brother, okay?"

I nodded, and Remiel held me in his arms, humming a lullaby softly.

I have hundreds of things I want to say but I can't say them at this time. I can only close my eyes quietly and listen to him sing a gentle song.

I couldn't tell him that he would have to go through a lifetime of suffering until he reached the top, but there would always be someone higher than you.

Compared with them, you are just an ordinary human being and can never reach the heights of gods.

It was late at night, I opened my eyes, and Remiel was already fast asleep.

At this moment, I thought a lot.

I quietly asked someone in my mind: "Is this really worth it?"

No one answered me, only Remiel held my arms tighter.

I sighed and continued pressing the fast forward button.

*

The fast forward button that Remiel gave me was a real help. If I stayed here for more than a decade, I'm afraid the world outside would be completely different.

When the fast forward button stopped again, my body had become that of a six or seven year old child, able to run and jump. Other than being a little pale and weak, everything was fine.

This was also within my expectations. People with amnesia rarely live long. One of the important reasons for this is that the soul and body support each other, and the body of a person with amnesia will gradually weaken.

Remiel wasn't at home, so I wanted to go out and check, but I found the door was locked from the outside.

Well, needless to say, it was once again the work of an overly concerned older brother.

But this did not bother me, I quickly opened the sealed window and jumped out. However, I was much weaker than I thought, and I almost stumbled.

I didn't fall to the ground because a pair of hands caught me.

I looked up in confusion and met a pair of blue eyes full of disapproval.

I:"......"

Remiel had a blank expression on his face: "Are you planning to tear down the house?"

I laughed dryly and shouted: "Brother——"

Remiel raised his hand to close the window and led me back through the door.

"It's not that I don't allow you to go out, it's just that you are not in good health. It's easy to get sick if you go out rashly."

“It’s so boring staying at home all the time...”

I answered guiltily and followed him obediently. Remiel sighed slightly and took out a comb from his arms.

It was made of wood, and the surface was waxed, smooth and delicate. It was something that girls would like. I took a look at it, and Remiel smiled and said, "I bought this for you when I came back. Do you want to try combing your hair?"

I nodded, but Remiel didn't give me the comb. He told me to sit down and fetched some water from outside.

The wet comb was inserted into the hair and slowly smoothed down. Remiel patiently untied the tangled hair knots, and water became the best lubricant.

His movements were gentle, revealing a skill that was not in line with his age. I sat there properly, and when he finished combing his hair, Remiel bent down and hugged my shoulders.

His hair was a little long and it touched my cheek. His voice and breath gently flowed into my ears.

"Don't do this next time, understand?"