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While the conversation flowed, Wyn was just trying to understand what the hell was going on. Up to that point, he had understood that he had reincarnated as that baby. But the rest of the conversation?
It was about...?
Ritual? Senators? License?
What kind of fantasy bullshit was this?
— Don't worry. You've done your part, and we'll do ours. Once again, thank you for saving our daughter.
The senator spoke firmly.
Her tone now was completely different from before, when she had been smiling in a gentle and welcoming manner — now, however, her voice carried authority and seriousness.
— Hahaha! You're still the same, Octavia. I trust you all, don't worry.
— Thank you.
She returned a slight smile, watching as Luinter got up from the chair and coughed a few times, covering his mouth to prevent any saliva residue from escaping.
At that moment, a man in a white uniform approached promptly, offering his arm as support. Luinter accepted, moving slowly, with the staff in one hand and the young soldier serving as a second support.
— I need to rest. It was good to see you, but I'm exhausted.
His voice was weak, but he tried his best to hide the exhaustion.
— Lord Luinter... Ah, hum. Don't worry about anything for now. Please, go and rest. We've prepared a room for you, it's the least we can do.
Senator Theron held his gaze for a few moments, clearly concerned.
Luinter's health had deteriorated in recent years. His once healthy skin now had a yellowish tint. The persistent cough and extreme fatigue from the slightest effort indicated a rapid decline.
And for a mage, that was even more serious.
The state of the body directly influenced the ability to manipulate magic.
A damaged vessel compromised all its potential.
In the end, there was nothing he could really do to help.
Although technology was at an absurd level, there were still limits.
Luinter was of advanced age, and even the most impressive advancements couldn't rejuvenate someone.
Magic? Not so much.
At least not conventional magic.
— I'll do that, senator. I'll stay for a few days. I like this planet, so I'll take the time to meditate.
Luinter said before leaving, and the doors behind him closed automatically, activated by an invisible mechanism.
Wyn, who now breathed more easily, could finally organize his thoughts without interference.
While still lying in Octavia's arms, which kept him sheltered from strong winds and any other external factors.
He could then conclude that he had reincarnated in a world where technology and magic coexisted.
And, based on all the clues, his parents were famous or renowned politicians, possibly.
The room around him reinforced this idea.
Advanced medical equipment, impeccable cleanliness, and meticulously organized professionals worked with all their attention.
Miniature computers projected data into the atmosphere, while floating robots moved around the space — seemingly analyzing every detail and extracting information from every area.
— So, dear, what will be the name?
The woman's voice came in the silence, directed at her husband while looking at the child in her arms.
The baby hadn't cried once since birth, seeming to carry the resilience of her mother and the strength of her father.
— Luna. Let's call her Luna. She's so beautiful... and she has the same features as our children.
The senator responded with a loving smile, and his wife nodded softly.
But in the next instant, her body trembled.
A sharp pain pierced her belly, and the monitors picked up the sudden change — her heart rate dropped from 154 to 120 in seconds.
The medical team sprang into action.
A nurse quickly approached, cutting the umbilical cord with precision before wrapping the baby in soft cloths.
The chaos in the vital signs left the area uneasy for a moment, and the medical team moved back and forth.
— What's happening?!
The senator tried to advance, but one of the doctors raised her hand, stopping him from approaching his wife.
— Please, Senator Theron, keep your distance. Your clothes aren't sterilized, any contact now could cause an infection. Additionally, her vital signs are stabilizing. The heart rate was elevated, but now it's normalizing. So, stay calm and trust us.
He clenched his fists, restless.
He wanted to hold her, make sure she was okay, but he could only watch from a distance while the doctors adjusted the equipment and administered supplements to avoid post-birth complications.
Meanwhile, the newborn was carefully placed in an incubator, wrapped in soft cloths to protect her from the outside environment.
Wyn, now called Luna, let out a soft sigh, a small smile appearing on her face. There was no denying it anymore — she had been reincarnated. It was absurd, but it was reality.
However, at least in this life, she had parents.
And not just any parents.
From what she saw, they were wealthy. She could grow up surrounded by comfort, without having to work herself to death.
Maybe this was the paradise she'd always wanted, she could see herself lying down and stretching after sleeping all day.
An easy life.
A loving family.
No worries.
She could be spoiled as much as she wanted. Especially knowing she had siblings, and was the only girl in the family.
So why the hell was her heart suddenly starting to race for no reason?
Her gaze fell on her small hands.
Her senses trembled.
She remembered she was now… a girl?
The thought made her mentally lament, but she quickly shook off the concern.
Who cares!
If she could live being pampered, sleeping on silk sheets, and not having to lift a finger to work, that was a small price to pay.
Yet, in that instant, her chest tightened.
Her heart raced again for no apparent reason.
A strange sensation crawled through her body, bringing a sudden wave of nausea.
What…?
Inside the incubator, her vision started to blur.
Her hearing failed for a moment.
Something was wrong.
The machines around her began to beep frantically.
Professionals rushed to her.
Am I dying again...? Oh, come on!
Her consciousness wavered, a whirlwind of sensations disorienting her mind.
Then, in the midst of the chaos, she saw something.
A mental thread.
Her mind, in this moment of instability, was like falling off a cliff, and the only thing she could do was grab onto that mental thread to keep herself safe.
When Luna opened her eyes after that strange mental connection, she was greeted with a sharp headache. Her body felt exhausted, as though all her energy had been drained during sleep.
The most curious thing was that, just before losing consciousness, she'd felt completely revitalized. Now, however, the effect was the opposite.
She had no idea what could have caused that — magic, some side effect from that unusual connection, or maybe some unknown biological reaction. In the end, it didn't matter. In a world like this, anything was possible.
The fact was that she had awoken in a completely different environment. Struggling to sit up in the incubator, she managed to sit up and finally looked around.
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