The Death Mage Who Doesn’t Want a Fourth Time

The Beginning of the Third Time

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Amamiya Hiroto has been reincarnated in『Lambda』!

Amamiya Hiroto has been cursed by the god of transmigration, Rodcorte!

I think I heard this kind of announcement inside my head, but I don’t really remember too well.
In a state of being neither awake nor asleep, my consciousness gradually begins to take shape.

『Where is this place? What kind of situation am I in now? Though I get the feeling that I’m alive.』

But I don’t have a good idea of what kind of circumstances I’m in.

Even if I open my eyes, only darkness fills my vision and my arms and legs aren’t moving well, as if I’m in the middle of a dream.

My entire body is submerged in a warm fluid, and I can’t breathe.
But I don’t feel any discomfort from this.
It’s like I’ve become a fish.

『Surely it’s not possible that I’ve been reincarnated as something other than a human?』

It’s possible, since I’ve been cursed, after all.
Things might work out if I’m still a human, at least, but if I’ve become an animal or a fish then I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.

But fortunately, my suspicions are proven to be wrong.

『~♪』

I can hear a voice.
It’s not crying or shouting; it’s a gentle, singing voice.

The sound is strangely muffled, so I can’t make out the lyrics properly.
But I can feel the emotion in the song.

Love.

『I see, I’m inside the womb.
I’m a fetus right now.』

It seems that the god’s curse isn’t able to influence me before I’m reborn, at least.

From the fragments of information about the situation that Rodcorte put in my mind before I was reincarnated, Lambda seems to be a world with swords and magic.
I might be some other species like an Elf or a Dwarf, but as long as I’m a sentient being, I don’t have a problem with that.

『Is it just my imagination? This song sounds kind of like Japanese…』

And then my consciousness melts away again.

 

 

 

The next time my consciousness returns, I’ve already been born.

「You’re always quiet, aren’t you, Vandalieu? It’s good that you are, but you’re allowed to cry from time to time, you know?」

I quietly look up at the woman who’s holding me and speaking to me.

『I suppose Vandalieu is my new name.
It’s a lot better than the serial number I was assigned in Origin.
And this person must be my third mother.
She seems much better than the one I had in Origin as well.』

By the time I was self-aware in Origin, I’d already been sold, so I have no complaints about this beginning to my life.
Considering I have a curse in place of a god’s blessing, this could be called a miracle.

『Well then, what kind of environment have I been born into? It seems my mother is a Dark Elf.』

The mother reflected in Vandalieu’s eyes was a woman in her early twenties with golden hair and dark brown skin.
She was a beautiful woman with pleasant features; Vandalieu could have high hopes for his own appearance if this person was his mother.

The tips of her ears were pointed.

Even Vandalieu, who had only just been reborn into this world, could guess that she was a member of the dark-skinned Dark Elf race.

Well, it was not entirely impossible that she was simply a tanned Elf.

『Well, if that’s the case, I suppose it makes sense that she lives in a cave, huh.』

Indeed, the two of them were not in a cave-like house, but an actual cave.

There was a door and furs are spread out across the floor in place of a carpet, but it wasn’t a particularly civilized home.

But the Elves in fantasy stories on Earth were generally people that live in harmony with nature, so perhaps this kind of thing was normal for them.

『Well, the more important problem is my own body.』

His mother’s warm arms were wrapped around his fragile body.
He looked at her soft skin that reminded him of chocolate, and then at his own plump, useless hands.

His hands were as white as silk.

『Why is my color different? Though my ears do seem to be pointed.』

His mother was a Dark Elf, but his skin was white.
Could it be that he wasn’t a Dark Elf himself? He didn’t know how Dark Elves’ bodies change over the course of their lives.
Could it be that they were born with white skin that turned darker as they grew into adults?

Or could it be that this person was not biologically his mother?

「Hmm? Are you curious as to why your mommy’s skin is a different color? You’re clever, aren’t you, Vandalieu? To notice that already.
But don’t worry.
Vandalieu, you just look a lot like your daddy, but you are definitely your mommy, Darcia’s, son.」(Darcia)

As Darcia, Vandaleiu’s mother, smiled gently, her words dispelled his doubts.
He realized that he was a child of mixed blood, born to parents of different races.

There was a chance that Darcia was lying, but he had no intention of doubting her.

He wanted to simply enjoy the love that he was being given and feel at ease, rather than spend his time and emotional endurance on doubting her words.

『And…
Sleep…』

And so Darcia lulled Vandalieu to sleep.

 

 

 

As a three-month-old, Vandalieu was a good son who didn’t cause any trouble for Darcia, who was going through her first experience raising a child.

「Ah~」(Vandalieu)

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When he was hungry, he made a noise like this and patted his stomach or pointed at Darcia’s chest and complained.
When his diaper needed changing, he made a similar noise and patted his own hips.

「Yes~ here is Mommy’s breast~ You’re so well-behaved, Vandalieu~」(Darcia)

As Darcia raised Vandalieu up in her arms and exposed her nipple to feed him her milk, she thought,「what a good boy.」

Of course, she knew that this wasn’t normal.
That he was too clever.

But she didn’t do anything to make her own son uncomfortable.

『Maybe it’s because he takes after his father…
after that person.』

She suspected that the intelligence of her three-month-old son was due to his father’s blood.

That and the fact that she had recently often been feeling some strange Mana coming from Vandalieu only gave her more reason to believe that this was the case.
His father’s race was more proficient at using magic than Dark Elves.

『What bothers me more is the fact that he doesn’t laugh or cry…
I wonder if he feels anxious because he doesn’t have a father?』

What bothered Darcia was the fact that Vandalieu didn’t laugh or cry like a normal infant.

When her beloved son was hungry or even when she tickled him, he was always as expressionless as a doll.
She had thought that he was just in a bad mood at first, but it seemed that wasn’t the case.

It also didn’t seem to be the case that his emotions were simply underdeveloped.
She had once spotted him silently crying with an empty expression.

On that occasion she had thought that he might be sick and applied all the healing magic that she knew, but it seemed that he had simply been crying after having a scary nightmare.

「But the thing that bothers me the most is when I give you my breast.
Does Mommy’s breast not taste nice?」(Darcia)

What bothered Darcia the most about her son’s behavior was that when she went to breast-feed him, he didn’t suck on her breast straight away, but instead let his eyes wander without moving for a while first.

He drank the milk in the end, but…
Darcia was worried that there was something wrong with her own milk.

 

 

 

Vandalieu, who was in the middle of the important task of sucking milk from his mother’s nipple, was filled with feelings of embarrassment and guilt.

『It’s not easy being an infant, huh.』

One would normally be happy and proud to have such a young and beautiful mother.
However, on the inside, he was a man who had lived about thirty-seven years over his two previous lives, so he had mixed feelings about it.

Though his body is that of an infant, his mind is that of an adult so he feels overly conscious about it.
He has been especially conscious of members of the opposite sex since he was a high-schooler on Earth.

『I wonder how the others felt? In Origin, I was about ten months old when my memories returned.』

Had the others who had been reborn in Origin felt embarrassment when their mother changed their diapers?

『But I can’t make my mother worry about it forever.
I’ll just have to get used to it as soon as possible.』

Vandalieu had already imprinted in his mind that Darcia, his third mother, was “his mother”.
He had no discomfort with this fact.
In any case, despite this being his third life, this was the first time he was experiencing a mother’s love.
It would be impossible for him to reject it.

And so, at first, he tried his best to act like a normal infant…
But it was impossible.

It was impossible for him to act like an infant when he was a teenager on the inside.
And for some reason, he found himself unable to laugh or cry.
He couldn’t change his facial expression at all.

At first, he had thought his facial muscles were paralyzed, but he found that his mouth and eyelids moved normally.
But they didn’t move naturally.
He could only move them when he put conscious effort into it.

Was this because of the curse?

『Well, I’ll ask Mother about my expression not changing when I’m able to speak…
There’s all kinds of problems, but I’ve learned quite a lot during the past two months as well.』

Darcia wasn’t aware that Vandalieu understood her words, so she hadn’t explained her past or current situation in detail, but he had a general idea from having lived with her for two months.

First, it seemed that Darcia’s husband, Vandalieu’s father, was a member of a greatly-feared race.
As a mixed child of that race, Vandalieu knew that he would likely be the target of discrimination and persecution.

This was the reason why Darcia was living in this cave that she had dug out using spiritual magic in a forest away from where other people lived.

It was no wonder that he had never seen a single person in the two months he had been here other than his own mother.

『I know that she’s planning to return the Dark Elf village once I’ve grown up to some extent.
And that this place is the country of Mirg, a part of the Amid Empire in the northwest part of the Bahn Gaia continent.』

It seemed that something would work out if she returned to the Dark Elf Village, so for now, her objective was probably to gather strength for that purpose.

For that reason, even though Vandalieu wasn’t even able to crawl yet, he began training himself in using magic.

The death-attribute magic that he had become able to use at will during his previous life.
It would surely be helpful for his journey with his mother, or so Vandalieu thought.
But for some reason, he couldn’t use it very well.

『Is this because my body’s still that of an infant? Or is it because of the curse?』

He considered this possibility.
But giving up now because he couldn’t use his magic properly wasn’t an option.
Because for Vandalieu, who didn’t have any cheat-like powers or aptitude for any other types of magic, this death-attribute magic was his only weapon.

 

 

 

「It would be nice if I could see Vandalieu’s status.」(Darcia)

Vandalieu was about a month and a half old when he heard these words from Darcia.

『Status?』

Vandalieu was unsuccessfully trying to use his death-attribute magic and was wishing that he could at least be able to crawl across the floor while keeping his head raised when he heard these from his mother.
This isn’t a game, he thought, but…
he was surprised when his own status was displayed inside his head.

Name: Vandalieu Race: Dhampir (Dark Elf) Age: 0 years old Nickname: None Job: None Level: 0 Job history: None Attributes: Vitality: 12 Mana: 100,000,000 Strength: 10 Agility: 1 Endurance: 25 Intelligence: 20

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Passive skills: Superhuman Strength: Level 1 Rapid Healing: Level 1 Active skills: None Curses: Experience gained in previous life not carried over Cannot learn existing jobs Unable to gain experience*

TLN*: This one says something like “Unable to gain experience by himself/using his own power”.
I’m not entirely sure if that means he can still get experience through other means/through help.
I’ll update this if it becomes clearer later.

 

『Wow, my Mana is no joke.
Also, it seems my father was a Vampire.
And I have three curses, just how badly does that god want me to kill myself?』

There were several things displayed on Vandalieu’s status that surprised him.

To start with, his race had been set as Dhampir.
If that meant the same thing in Lambda as it did on Earth, that meant that he was a half-Vampire.

I see, that explains why she has to live in this hidden place.
I don’t know what religions there are in Lambda, but I doubt they’d be very welcoming to a mixed-blood child of a Vampire.

Isn’t it actually quite likely that they’ll treat me like a monster and try to exterminate me? At the very least, this is something that might endanger my life.

The possibility of facing discrimination and prejudice due to being a Dhampir would always be there.
Vandalieu’s life had been set to a hard mode even more extreme that he had expected.

The next surprising thing was his Mana.
There was no MP stat on the status screen, so Mana must be the MP stat in the world of Lambda.
But the number next to this stat was 100,000,000.

He didn’t know what the average for this stat was, but this was surely an abnormal number.

Was this what Rodcorte had mentioned earlier, the Mana that was housed in the『empty frame』left by his lack of cheat-like abilities, fortune and destiny? He had been unable to see anything like a status screen in Origin so he had no indication of how vast it was other than the words of the researchers who had said『This is over ten thousand times greater than a first-class Mage!』But now that he sees the number with his own eyes, it really is amazing.

『Well, I’m a powerless infant right now, though.』

No matter how much MP he had, there was no point if he couldn’t use magic.
He had to relearn how to use his death-attribute magic as soon as possible.

『As for the rest, I seem to have normal strength and my agility is, well, like that.
Endurance is like stamina, but intelligence doesn’t seem to be as simple as just a measure of how smart I am.
It’s probably a stat that affects how fast I learn magic, the power of its effects, simultaneous casting and how much incantation I’ll need to perform it.
It could even be related to my willpower.』

As Vandalieu deciphered his status, he understood why his agility was lower than every other stat.
He was a month and a half old, but he couldn’t even keep his head raised.
He couldn’t even roll over in bed by himself, let alone crawl.
There’s no way this kind of infant could be considered agile.

But on the other hand, considering that he was a level 0 baby, his other stats were pretty high, though not as high as his Mana.

As expected of a Dhampir, he thought.

Next were his skills.
From Vandalieu’s knowledge of games, he knew that passive skills were ones that exhibited their effects without requiring conscious effort while active skills required conscious use.

『Superhuman Strength and Rapid Healing, huh.
These are probably skills that I have because I’m a Dhampir.
Something like racial traits that you see in games, I suppose.
But as I thought, death-attribute magic isn’t listed on there.』

His list of skills was mostly empty because he was still a baby, but Vandalieu was someone who had experienced thirty-seven years of life on Earth and in Origin.
At least the skill of using elementary-level death-attribute magic that he had managed to learn in his previous life should have been there.

The reason it wasn’t was probably the three curses listed next.

『The curse that prevents my experience from my previous life from being carried over, it’s probably because of that.
That’s why I don’t have my skills from my previous life or my life before that.
The other two curses aren’t exactly great news for me, either.
Those will make it really hard for me to learn a job or level up.』

After all, these were curses that Rodcorte had placed on him in order to encourage him to kill himself.
Knowing that they were extremely troublesome curses, Vandalieu let out a great sigh.

『But choosing to just die quietly isn’t an option.
As long as that’s the case, I have to keep gathering strength so that I can survive.
I’ll keep trying to learn to use my death-attribute magic today as well, and…
Ah…
It’s no use…
I’m sleepy.』

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