As the sun began to set, the word about the charmer had already spread throughout the village. Everyone had started to prepare for the party where the whole village was contributing.
It was a small village, home to fewer than twenty families. Everyone looked out for each other — even more so for the village head's family.
There was another layer of happiness inside the Moriya House.
_Snap!_
"Mhmm.."
"There, there! Let me help you up."
"Where's the baby, Patrick?"
"There.."
Patrick pointed his finger in the opposite direction of Amaya, where a little boy with pure black hair and beautiful black eyes was lying down with a bright smile on his face.
His face was so beautiful that it instantly warmed his mother's heart.
_Gasp..!_
"P-Patrick..!"
"Yes, dear?"
"Is that truly our son?"
"I'm surprised as well, but well...yeah."
"He...He's too beautiful! Even more beautiful than me!"
"Haha, well what can we say, He's still too young for us to judge."
Tears welled up in Amaya's eyes. A soft awe filled her as she gazed at the baby's tiny features—his delicate lashes, the way his fingers curled instinctively around hers. Her heart swelled with a love too big for words.
"Mmm! I'm scared someone will steal my baby due to his face! What to do Patrick?"
Amaya questioned while still playing with the baby in her arms.
"Haha~! Don't worry, no one will do that, just make sure to keep an eye on him all the time while he's still young."
Spoke Patrick, gently caressing the forehead of the baby.
But Patrick didn't know that the baby was equally astonished, but it was about a different matter.
_Where the hell am I?_
The baby questioned, himself.
_Okay now I'm a hundred percent sure...I've..Reincarnated?! Isekai?_
_Wait—were those manga and anime right all along? Is reincarnation possible? And that too with my previous memories intact?_
The baby questioned himself, crossing his arms around his shoulders.
He couldn't understand what was happening with him, but he couldn't care less. He was sure that he had died, so even if there wasn't any afterlife, what was the point of worrying about it?
"Patrick, should we name him what we decided?"
"Yes, I like that name very well."
They both smiled at each other, Amaya resting her head over Patrick's shoulder, the baby still in her hand.
"Welcome to the Family, Kaizen Moriya!"
They both said in unison, smiling at each other as they both gently kissed one of his hands.
_Huh? Kaizen Moriya? I don't understand! Why is there a Japanese name here!? That's not how it usually works! Is that my new name?_
_Ugh! I cannot control my body completely._
Kaizen tried to pull his hands away but his body didn't listen to him.
_What? is my body not listening to me because I'm a baby? What a nightmare!_
As Yuki kept trying to pull himself, suddenly he felt something coming out.
_Come on Yuki...Do it! You are the leader of the Black Halo Family! Don't bring shame to yourself!_
He gave it his all, drawing on years of hardened experience to avoid disgrace.
But alas, the inevitable cannot be changed. Even if you become the leader of the world's strongest Mafia Syndicate.
_Sniff. Sniff._
"hahahaha."
Patrick laughed as he saw the expression on the baby's face. It was two small tears with a funny expression as if the baby had the biggest shame of his life today.
But the expression wasn't what was funny, it was because the timing of the expression with the tingling smell he was getting in his face matched perfectly.
_Pfft._
"Make sure to clean his clothes, he is having his first poop. Patrick."
Patrick turned, still laughing, to find Amaya smiling sweetly at him. Her beautiful smile would have made his heart fill with warmth if not for the fact that it was a fake one plastered over her face.
As night fully embraced the village, the glow of lanterns lit up the clearing. Laughter echoed, mugs clinked, and the celebration of new life was just getting started.
Baskets of bread and dried meat were passed around. Children ran barefoot, chasing fireflies that shimmered like tiny stars.
Old women laughed as they hung colorful ribbons between trees, while the village blacksmith tuned his lute for the night's music.
_Gulp! Gulp!_
"Hahaha! Drink Mister Patrick! You have to finish the whole barrel today!"
"aaah! Mister Carlson! I cannot drink anymore! It's already my third Mug!"
Patrick sat on a tree log, a wooden mug in his hand.
"What are you talking about little Patrick! At your age, I could drink five barrels alone! And you cannot drink even one barrel of booze?! Stop bullshitting and chug it down!"
"1...2....3...! haha! Now we're talking! Go bring another mug!"
"Hahaha! Lady Amaya! You finally had your child! Please show him to us!"
"Yes! Yes! Please show him to us! We're dying to see his face."
Amaya smiled as she removed the little thin cloth she used to hide the face of the child.
_Gasp!_
Lady Carlson gasped as she looked at Amaya with wide eyes. She then turned over to look at Patrick, returning to set her eyes to the baby.
"Is this truly your son Lady Amaya? He barely has some features that tell that he's your baby! And even less of Patrick!"
She said, and in return, Amaya replied with a nod.
"Lady Carlson's eyes widened as she took the baby from Amaya, and called out in a loud voice."
"Ladies! Look! Lady Amaya's Child is too beautiful! Who wants to fix their girl's marriages with him?!"
"What?! Are you serious? Come on, ladies! Let's go!"
A horde of 5 ladies from the village arrived at the location where Lady Carlson was standing.
"Woah! He's too handsome! I wanna fix my baby's marriage with him!"
A girl who was more than ten year old interrupted:
"Mama! I'm only 12! And he is too young!"
". . ."
". . ."
As the conversations between the ladies went on, multiple gasps filled the air as they admired little Kaizen.
"hahaha! Your child is too beautiful little Patrick! Make sure he doesn't become a playboy!"
"hahaha~! You're joking old man Carlson! How could I possibly allow that? I'll keep a tight leash over him."
"Hohoho? Is there a party going on in this village?"
A voice of an old man came from behind.
Everyone who was eating or drinking around the fire turned over to look in the direction of the entrance of the village.
Someone was standing.