I Reincarnated as My Favorite Character’s Mother (Tentative), So I’d Like to Have a Child Translation

1. I Reincarnated as My Favorite Character’s Mother (Tentative), So I’d Like to Have a Child

The grave was in a deserted area on the outskirts of town.

It might have been due to continuous exposure to the rain or the fact it was constructed from cheap materials—normally unthinkable for a nobleman—but the grave was decayed beyond recognition. It was clear that no one had visited before.

Alfred kneeled on that grave. Esther was helpless to do anything but stare quietly at the hunched back of her beloved.

“…Mother.” His voice—faint and hoarse­—sounded so forlorn that it was hard to believe that it belonged to Alfred.

Esther could finally endure no more. She gently put her hand on his back to support him like caring for a child who’d never experienced the warmth of a mother.

“…” He sniffed, “If only…If only I hadn’t been born then mother would have—”

“—Alfred.” Esther tightly hugged the downcast Alfred. “You’re wrong… [I’m glad that you’re alive] is what your mother would have said.”

“Mother…” Hearing her words, the emotions that Alfred had tried to reign in escaped his grasp and all he could do was sob for his mother.

***

Hello, I’m his mother.

Hmm? Ah, no, I haven’t given birth to him yet. Well, rather, I haven’t even gotten pregnant yet. Far from being pregnant, the necessary ingredient shouldn’t even be in his father’s body yet.

That said, I, Justina, am the mother (planned) of Alfred Bartoshuk, the male lead of the novel The Maiden of Pentas Knows Only One Love. I wonder if this is the famous ‘reincarnating to another world’…

“Ah, the sky in an alternate world is also blue…” I thought absentmindedly as I tried to escape from reality.

The novel itself is an all-too-common story about a typical daughter of a baron—Esther Shrey—who encountered different men of means. ‘Normal’ is important so I repeated it twice.

The main male lead was Alfred, the eldest son of Margrave Bartoshuk. He was an honest and faithful man who was smart, good with swords, and—above all—handsome. In other words, a man loved by the gods.

Unfortunately, he grew up without known the love of a mother.

His mother had died young. From portraits, she looked to be an ephemeral beauty, but no further information had ever been given to Alfred about her even by the time he’d become an adult.

This is because she had been a person shunned by the territory, family and—above all—by her husband. It was all for a reason she hadn’t even been responsible for. Just as he was coming to understand his mother’s situation, he broke down in front of her grave.

He, who was always so cheerful, cried for his mother. This gap in his personality stimulated by desire to mother. I really liked the character, Alfred, and was a devoted supporter of his.

I’m truly not reluctant to give birth to Alfred. In fact, if possible then I’d like to see him growing up; dote on, hug, and spoil him. I want to enjoy seeing the childhood of my favourite character from as close as possible.

Alfred’s pitiful mother who lived her life being ostracized by all. Who was this mother, you ask?

It’s me!!!

***

One day, I was summoned by His Majesty, the King. While we’re technically relatives, I’d never been summoned by the most authoritative figure in my family before. I usually have no communication with him. It only gave me an ominous feeling.

I wanted to wrap up this situation and return to my room as soon as possible, but the person in question didn’t show up at the appointed time with the pretext that he was tending to official business.

The chamberlains didn’t know what to do with me, so they asked me to wait in the garden to pass the time. (They’re phrasing of it was polite: “the roses blooming this season as beautiful.” Still, it was clear that they were just chasing me away.)

Just as I was strolling out into the garden, I heard their voices.

“I heard that the matter of the Princess’ marriage has been decided.”

“Leiodids, right? Eduard was quite angry, so the Princess became a sacrifice.”

“The one they decided on was Lady Justina, huh.”

“That could add fuel to the fire.”

They continued lamenting a poor soul.

Did they just say that the Princess was going to be handed to Eduard Bartoshuk of Leodids as a sacrifice was Justina? That’s me!!

Although it’s a lame place to remember, it was then that I recalled memories from my past life. I’d reincarnated into the world of a novel that I’d once read. Isn’t that laughable?

While I can’t laugh, you can, right? Feel free to. Laugh like those brainless idiots who were talking about important affairs of the Royal family so brazenly! Those assholes!

When I somehow returned to the room with shaky steps, my brother—the King—bluntly told me: “Your marriage has been decided Justina. You will leave in three days. You’re marrying into Leodids. Prepare anything you need by then.” All this without even apologizing for making me wait.

From the sense of urgency, I guessed it was an irrefutable order.

If only I had remembered earlier, I lamented, I might have been able to prepare some countermeasures. No, of course I’d love to meet Alfred and I say ‘countermeasures’ but mean mental preparation.

“…With all due respect, Your Majesty, may I ask why the matter has been decided so suddenly?”

Both the one who had lived as a Princess for seventeen years and the commoner who had read so many novels and manga as a hobby in my previous life are in agreement over one point. It’s important to check whether the novel and real life are following the same storyline.

To summarize my snob of a brother, it seemed that when the neighbouring country had attacked, the Margrave fended it off. He skirmished with foreign troops from the border and notified the country’s leadership that reinforcements were needed. Unfortunately, where said troops should come from engulfed parliament in a political firestorm. The Margrave, seeing his requests repeatedly ignored finally lost his patience.

“Don’t come complaining to me when the country is thoroughly invaded.” He threatened in a letter. This, of course, threw everyone in a panic and they swiftly sent reinforcements. Only when the troops arrived, all they saw was a won battle.

“You’re here now that everything is settled?!”

To which the Kingdom’s response was “No, we’re sorry, the timing was just bad. We’ll be sending you our Princess as proof of sincerity so please feel free to roast her, bake her or turn her into a sandbag as you please.”

Yup, so there was no difference from the novel.

Farewell my last chance.

You see, I’m no longer at the stage where I can mitigate factors. I’ll be shunned by the territory and live a hopeless life from now on—

…Oh, it’s not from now on.

From the beginning I had been shunned for my silver hair and purple eyes. While I thought “as expected of a fantasy setting” I know remembered that these colours were considered ominous in this world. Apparently, it was associated with witchcraft.

The fact that my mother was a mere concubine without any backing was icing on the cake. I was the lowest of the low. I don’t think I need I need to explain what kind of childhood this had led to.

In any case, both places are the same, right? Rather, wouldn’t it be better to have an adorable son? When I think about it that way the answer seems obvious.

“I shall humbly receive your order.” After all, I no longer needed to stay in a place like this.


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