After I was reincarnated into another world, 6 years have passed. I'm now 6 years old and have learned quite a lot about this world.
This world is called Melbusorda. The language we speak is Melbusorda, and it's used all around the world.
I live in a small village called Savapadi. Including me, there are only 49 people here, so it's neither large nor wealthy.
The weather is warm all year round—there's no such thing as seasons here. It's a bit like Malaysia, but with cool breezes that make sleeping easy even without a fan.
Our village is located in a country called Aimebisalon. I've never seen anyone from faraway places visit here, except for the occasional merchant passing through.
Savapadi is the village farthest from the capital and the closest to the border. It's over 3000 km to the capital, but only about 30 km to the border.
News from outside takes weeks to reach us.
Right now, it's noon. I'm sitting at the dining table, waiting for lunch.
＂Ren, help me bring the food to the table.＂
＂Okay.＂
That was my mother speaking. She has long reddish-brown hair and fair skin, her beauty making her look ageless.
I can already talk with others. I understood the language of this world when I was one year old—kids really do learn fast! But my vocal cords weren't developed, so I only managed to speak around the age of two.
I took the cooked dishes from Mom and placed them on the table—meat, vegetables, and eggs.
Mom scooped several ladles of steaming white rice into bowls until they were full.
Our village grows rice, potatoes, radishes, onions, cabbage, and various other crops.
We also raise livestock like cows and chickens. They're no different from the ones I saw in my previous life—they produce milk and eggs that taste just the same.
The village is poor, but self-sufficient. We have basic tools and knowledge, so life isn't too hard. Spending a lifetime here wouldn't be so bad.
The villagers also make glass, though only for windows. You can't see through them—they're like frosted glass, but probably made differently. Since they don't let you see outside, windows are built high up, just to let the light in.
I scooped a small portion of food into my bowl and started eating.
After lunch, I placed my bowl in the basin. Then Mom spoke to me.
＂Ren, are you going out to play with Xiao Lina later?＂
＂We already planned to.＂
＂Then could you take lunch to your father for me?＂
＂Sure.＂
Mom stood up, took two lunch boxes from the cupboard, and packed some of each dish into one box and rice into the other.
To the west of the village, there's an oil-palm grove—over a hundred palm trees, all neatly lined up, just like the ones I used to see in my previous life.
The fruit from the palms is used to make cooking oil, which the village produces.
My father works there. His job is to harvest the fruits, fertilize the trees, and make oil.
In the mornings, he picks the ripe fruit and sends them to the press house. Since it's all done by hand, they can only make about five bottles a day.
The leftover pulp is used to make fertilizer and animal feed.
Mom finished packing the two boxes, wrapped them in cloth with a spoon, and handed them to me.
＂Here you go, Ren.＂
＂I'm heading out now.＂
＂Hurry and take it to your father, or his break will be over.＂
＂Got it.＂
＂And take care of Lina too.＂
＂Okay, bye!＂
I took the lunch and stepped outside. Just a few steps away was the house next door.
I knocked on the door.
＂Lina, I'm here!＂
Lina is my neighbor—she's a few months younger than me, but we're the same age.
The door opened, and a beautiful woman with platinum-blonde hair appeared. She was Lina's mother, Yalisa.
＂Karen, you're here! Lina's still eating.＂
＂Hi, Aunt Yalisa. I'll wait for her to finish, then.＂
Feeling bad for making me wait, Aunt Yalisa smiled and invited me in.
＂Come in and sit for a bit.＂
＂Thanks, Aunt Yalisa.＂
Just as I stepped in, Lina's voice came from inside. She walked toward us—with a grain of rice stuck to the corner of her mouth.
＂Mom, Karen! I'm done eating!＂
＂Look at you, there's rice on your face,＂ Aunt Yalisa said.
＂Where?!＂
Lina frantically rubbed her cheeks but couldn't find it. She looked at me for help. I awkwardly pointed to my mouth, but she didn't get it. Aunt Yalisa finally sighed.
＂It's on the corner of your mouth.＂
＂Ah! Found it!＂
She plucked the rice off and popped it into her mouth.
Lina has snow-white hair, pale skin, and clear blue eyes. She looks like a little snow princess.
＂Let's go, Karen!＂
＂Wait, Lina.＂
＂Hm?＂
Just as we were about to leave, Aunt Yalisa called out to her and handed her a lunch box.
＂Take this to your father.＂
＂Okay～＂
Lina took it happily. Then Aunt Yalisa turned to me.
＂Karen, could you keep an eye on Lina for me? She's a bit clumsy.＂
＂Sure thing.＂
Hearing that, Lina puffed up her cheeks.
＂Mom, I'm not clumsy!＂
＂What about that rice just now?＂
Remembering it, Lina's pale cheeks turned bright red.
＂That doesn't count!＂ she shouted.
＂Alright, alright. Just take lunch to your dad.＂
Auntie ended the teasing before it went too far.
＂Okay～ Bye, Mom! Let's go, Karen!＂
＂Bye, Aunt Yalisa.＂
As we left, Aunt Yalisa waved, and I waved back.
On the way, Lina glanced at the lunch box I was carrying.
＂Karen, are you bringing lunch for your dad too?＂
＂Yeah.＂
＂Then let's go together!＂
＂That was the plan.＂
So Lina and I walked side by side toward the oil-palm grove.