"Hello there, little one."

The voice came from a man in front of me. He seemed… decent. Dark hair, gray eyes. Gray eyes? Wait, what the hell kind of sculpted physique is that? Aren’t we a little too well-dressed for a delivery room? Just kidding… I think.

"I’m your daddy."

His hands settled on my stomach—warm, firm.

"Daddy," huh?

The word floated in my mind, weightless, meaningless. I didn’t have time to dwell before my body shifted, and a new figure entered my line of sight.

A woman.

Unreal beauty. Her golden hair, luminous even in the dim light, smelled inexplicably sweet despite the sweat clinging to her. Her brown eyes locked onto mine, and in that instant—everything clicked.

I’ve just been reborn.

Damn it. How am I even supposed to react to this?

"Hello, my beautiful boy."

If I’ve been reborn, then this man and woman are my new parents.

She leaned in, brushing her nose against mine.

It was strange. Warm.

A wave of calm spread through my tiny body against my will. Something inside me reacted to her affection, primal and instinctive.

"My little twins…"

…What?

No time to process it—I was moved again, settled into the crook of my mother’s arm, and that’s when I saw her.

Another baby.

Blonde hair, gray eyes. The perfect blend of our… parents.

Something clicked in my brain when our gazes met. Unusual. Unsettling.

She stretched a tiny hand toward me, and without thinking, I mirrored her. Our fingers touched.

Protection? Sibling instinct?

"Seems these two will be inseparable," remarked a new voice.

We turned in unison.

An elderly woman.

Her clothes were ornate—too ornate for what I’d expect in a modern era. Actually, now that I noticed, everyone’s attire looked like it belonged to some pre-21st-century period.

"Yes, it does," my mother laughed, warmth saturating her voice. "Though I’m even more surprised they both have our features. Lucius has Elías’s hair but my eyes, and Isolde has my hair but Elías’s eyes."

…What?

Oh, come on. Did they just spoil my new appearance for me? Couldn’t I have figured it out on my own? Ugh. Fine. I’ll let it slide because Mom said it.

As the adults kept talking, I focused on my sister.

She’s Isolde? And I’m Lucius?

Uncommon names. Definitely not Korean.

Suddenly, our heads lolled backward.

…Huh?

I tried to move, but my body refused.

No way.

So this is why people say you have to support a baby’s head—their neck muscles are useless.

But I know how to do it. I did it just fine in my past life.

Damn these limitations.