Chapter 65: The Saint of the Frontier, the Farthest Land
The Saint of the Frontier, the Farthest Land
Dear Sir/Madam,
My father and mother from my previous life.
Your son turns into a girl in another world and gives birth to a healthy baby.
Giving birth is very, very painful.
It felt really good.
In fact, I was planning to wait until I had calmed down a bit before giving birth.
However, the transfer was completed successfully, and it was a mistake to let my guard down.
Because the fetus's growth had been suppressed, it grew rapidly and my abdomen swelled up easily.
Then, liquid started to drip from my crotch.
At first I thought it was just pee, but the amount was clearly different.
Immediately afterwards, I was hit with intense pain and labor began.
I am a complete novice when it comes to childbirth, but fortunately the residents of the new location helped me out.
My residence was emitting a huge amount of light, so they came to check it out just to be sure.
The glow is probably caused by particles that gather when the body is reconstructed.
(It was a real surprise that the baby was reconstructed at the same time.)
Apparently, they heard groaning coming from the residence, so they decided to visit just to be sure.
Suddenly, they suddenly found myself back home, completely naked and in labor, and things were getting complicated.
All the women of the village pitched in to help, driving away the crowd of men who had gathered.
As a result, a healthy baby was born.
By the way, it was a girl.
I named my daughter, Physalis.
Isn't it a nice name?
In the future, I will try to be a good parent and then destroy my daughter's mind.
I've had enough of clouding my friends, so this is a good way to feel a bit fresher.
To that end, I'm thinking of various plot ideas.
The most fun part is thinking about all these things.
My tentative plan is to incite a horde of monsters and bandits to destroy the village where I live.
It's a classic scenario where a mother is brutally murdered in front of her daughter while trying to protect her.
I think this will be the ultimate trauma for my beloved daughter.
Just thinking about it makes me excited.
In any case, please continue to watch over me from beyond the grave so that my wish may come true.
Haha
One day, the woman suddenly appeared in the village.
It was a remote northernmost area that had been developed by the common people by order of the government.
The village is unable to carry out agriculture, and instead of hunting, people live in fear of attacks by monsters.
The villagers suffered from chronic food shortages.
In this unfortunate place, the woman opened a bakery.
The villagers were amazed at the woman who could produce flour from her hands.
First, the woman said "Here we go!" and gave the bread made from the flour to the villagers free of charge.
The price of the bread sold in the store was clearly too cheap even to the eyes of an uneducated villager.
Moreover, if the customer had no money, the woman would barter for bread.
If the guest had nothing, the woman would give them bread in exchange for a prayer to God.
The bread that the woman baked miraculously bestowed power upon those who ate it.
The villagers, empowered by the bread, worked hard at farming and hunting.
The villagers were now secure in food and were truly grateful to the woman.
They were freed from hunger.
Next, the woman set up a simple church next to the bakery.
There was no faith in the remote settlement, and the villagers were simply doing their best to survive day to day.
There, the woman offered the villagers a place to pray to God.
She also gathered villagers at the church and often preached there.
For the villagers, who had achieved physical and mental satisfaction, that woman became irreplaceable.
One day, the woman said she was going on a pilgrimage.
Many residents were saddened by the woman's departure, but did not stop her.
One villager said:
"She must have gone to save others who have similar situation to us."
The woman left the village, much to everyone's regret.
In the village, the house/bakery and church are carefully maintained so that the woman can return at any time.
One day, some time after the woman had left.
The woman's house, which was empty, was suddenly enveloped in a dazzling light.
The villagers wondered what was going on and rushed to the woman's house.
There, the woman the villagers adored stood naked, surrounded by light.
What a miracle, the woman came back.
But the woman looked distressed.
Her belly was large and she was in labor.
The villagers rushed to the scene and gathered all the women in the village to help the girl give birth.
As a result, the woman gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
The villagers were very happy.
Normally, we would think that she became pregnant through a chance encounter while traveling.
But they didn't think so.
The woman was seen as a virgin.
There was something about that woman that made me think that she had an inviolable sanctity.
The woman returned, emitting a light.
Moreover, she was still a virgin and had conceived a child.
The miracle-bringer was more sacred to the villagers than ever after giving birth to a daughter.
Meanwhile, the baby grew at an extraordinary rate.
Just under six months after birth, she was able to walk and talk.
The villagers called the girl a "miracle child."
Thanks to the woman's diligent child-rearing and the help of the villagers, the daughter grew up healthy.
From then on, the woman loved her daughter as a mother, and the daughter loved her mother.
From then on, the villagers decided to look after the mother and daughter with care.
The baker and her daughter were a source of comfort in the village.
Author's Note
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