Four: Dylan's first Achievement
Everyone has a goal to achieve. Whether it’s a child dreaming to be a cashier at a local supermarket one day, or a hard-working college student dreaming to have their own business and settle down with a foreign husband. Everyone can have a goal, and as long as one works hard to achieve their dream, one could make it to the finish line.
“That’s it, my lovely son! My, my! I am so proud of you!” Dylan’s mother clapped her hands as she showed off a smile that cost a mountain of gold.
“You are just a month old, yet you have already achieved something? As expected from the young master. Right, Madame Hethera?” Dylan’s nanny looked at him with a proud expression on her face as she continued to fold Dylan’s clothes.
“Of course~” Dylan’s mother replied to his nanny.
“As expected from master! Right from the start, I am sure that I never had doubts about master’s capabilities. Heh, I am the luckiest familiar in the whole universe! HAHAHA!” Lastly, Dylan’s familiar laughed as it continuously ran in circles as a puppy with Dylan in the center.
Hearing everyone’s cheering and being the center of attraction made Dylan to show off a smug smile. Of course, there’s nothing he could not do. Also, he’s practicing every time no one’s looking at him. At least he would be called a prodigy as no one’s aware that he practiced hard before doing it perfectly.
As Dylan wanted to hear more compliments, he then closed his eyes and centered all of his strength before distributing it to his muscles and finally separating his left hand on the ground. Shortly after that, he placed his left hand forward and did it to his right hand, left knees, and right knees.
With that step, Dylan’s mother, Dylan’s nanny, and Skia once again cheered him and showered him with compliments, enough to make Dylan’s nose long and sharp.
Once again, ladies and gentlemen, Dylan, the one-month-old baby, has successfully achieved his first goal. And that was to be crawling on all fours earlier than an ordinary baby could.
Even though it took him a lot of time to have the strength he needed and the balancing that was not easy, Dylan still managed to pull out the trick nice and clean.
Dylan would always receive various of praises and compliments each passing day, and the answer was obvious. He’s already mature enough and would only cry when he’s hungry, or his diaper was already full. Although changing of diapers and taking a bath was an embarrassment for him, Dylan does not have any choice.
Being reborn was the greatest miracle a god could do, but it would be much better if he’s reborn in a novel. He could manipulate everything easily. Regardless, even if he’s reborn in a novel, he would not know because he never touched any storybook since birth.
After the small event of Dylan’s first steps, his mother picked him up and placed him in his crib before kissing Dylan on his forehead. “Good job today, my son. Mama will be back soon, okay? Mama will just cook for dinner.”
With that, Dylan nodded slowly that made his mother to chuckle in a soft tone of voice before exiting his room. “My, what’s this? It is really as if you can understand me.”
‘It’s because I really can f*****g understand you.’ Dylan mentally sighed.
“Master, do you think it’s disrespectful to swear at your mother?” Skia appeared out of nowhere. It was, of course, concerned with his master. Sooner or later, Dylan could finally talk and pronounce words correctly again. If that happens and his first words would be ‘f**k’, how would his mother react?
But Dylan had a reason. Even though he wanted to speak normally, he couldn't. After being aware that he could finally speak, his father in his past life immediately handed him to his trusted man.
His trusted man then raised him and taught him how to curse or swear when talking. At first, Dylan thought that he was doing a good thing since the man who raised him was always praising him whenever he says f**k or s**t. But when he first swore at an old lady, the old lady slapped his mouth and yelled at him for being a bad boy.
That was when Dylan realized that he was at fault. Hence, he tried to speak without cursing, but the man who raised him would beat him whenever they could not hear him saying f**k or s**t. Until he died, he could not get out of his habit.
‘I won’t just talk to her.’ Dylan responded after pondering for a moment.
Seeming to know that Dylan wished to cut the topic immediately, Skia then thought of any other topic and replied. "Ah, I forgot to ask you this the other day, master. I might as well ask you now."
In timing, Dylan’s nanny was done with folding his clothes. And with that, it was also time for him to change his clothes. With his nanny undressing him, Dylan responded.
‘Ask away.’
“It has already been a month since you were born, but you are still a human with no name. Your mother would call you ‘my son', and your nanny would call you ‘young master’. Do you know why?” Skia asked.
While his nanny was humming while undressing him, Dylan then replied with an awkward tone of voice. ‘Maybe we need money to buy a f*****g name, and we’re hella poor. So we cannot afford it. I refer to myself using my shitty past life’s name, so it is not an ass problem to me.”
Hearing this, Skia then nodded. It makes sense. Since humans are worshipping money, it’s possible.
Skia was about to talk when Dylan’s nanny clapped her hand once after changing Dylan’s clothes. “All done!”
Shortly after that, Dylan’s nanny smiled widely as she leaned closer to touch Dylan's small hand while she was talking to Dylan in a warm and excited tone of voice. “Young Master, do you know that you are going to have a name soon?”
With that being said, Dylan eyed the invisible Skia and talked to him mentally. ‘She just guessed our topic. You’ll be hearing the answer to your question. Listen well.’
Skia nodded repeatedly as it also leaned closer towards the nanny to hear every word that would come out of her mouth.
After touching his hands, the nanny caressed his hair with her smile unfading from her lips.
“It’s because Master Demiris is coming back soon! Your name will then be announced too!”