A few minutes passed.
Dylan sat in deep contemplation, carefully considering his future. He was certain he would be spending his childhood in this place, and while he didn't particularly dislike the idea, a small sense of regret lingered. After all, he might never get the chance to live among his kin or experience the classic isekai life he had once dreamed of.
"Man… how am I supposed to endure my infancy like this?" Dylan sighed, but his feeble attempt at expressing frustration merely resulted in a muffled cry within Robart's arms.
It hadn't even been an hour since he arrived in this world, yet boredom was already creeping in—not because he found the world itself uninteresting, but because he was far too restricted. He had expected this, of course. Until he grew old enough to understand their language and communicate properly, he would be stuck in this powerless state, and there was no telling how long that would take.
The thought of spending his days in such a helpless condition weighed on his soul. He couldn't even move his body or hands properly—he was little more than a living carcass. The only silver lining was that his eyesight seemed to be working just fine.
"I'm tired… I need to sleep," Dylan murmured internally as his heavy eyelids began to droop.
His newborn body simply couldn't handle the strain of all that mental processing. Before he knew it, drowsiness took over, and he drifted off to sleep, cradled securely in Robart's arms.
Robart gazed down at the tiny face nestled against him and let out a soft chuckle. "Little guy's already dozing off," he murmured with an affectionate tone.
"This body… sleep...easily," Dylan thought, struggling to keep his eyes open. But the pull of sleep was too strong, and soon, he surrendered to it entirely.
Robart gently rocked him in his arms, ensuring he remained comfortable in his slumber.
"I never expected you to be this caring," Aeru remarked, observing the scene with mild amusement.
"Shh… lower your voice. He just fell asleep," Robart whispered urgently, pressing a finger to Aeru's lips in a playful panic.
"Ah… sorry," Aeru responded in a hushed tone.
Robart smirked. "Well, I could say the same about you. You seem even more eager than I am to take care of the little guy."
Aeru let out a small chuckle. "Well, it is what it is. Even a monster can learn to love if they are surrounded by loving people."
Robart's expression turned pensive. "You know, I used to think the liege had lost his mind when he decided to abandon the world's affairs and live a secluded, peaceful life."
A faint shadow of regret crossed his face. "But in the end, I was the one who was truly insane… believing that a life of constant violence and fighting to the death was something worth enjoying."
Aeru nodded solemnly. "Violence only holds meaning when you have something—someone—to protect."
As their conversation continued, an swirling portal suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room. From within the portal emerged The Lich, his skeletal form draped in robe. But he was not alone.
Beside him stood a woman in her late twenties, her hands bound, a gag secured over her mouth, and a blindfold covering her eyes. Her entire body trembled with fear, muffled cries escaping her lips as she struggled against the restraints. Terror was etched onto her face—she had no idea what fate awaited her in this unfamiliar, horrifying place.
Robart, unfazed by her distress, turned his attention to The Lich. "Master? Why did you bring a human woman here?" he asked, completely ignoring her desperate whimpers.
"For milk," The Lich responded casually. "A child needs a mother's milk, and since his mother is absent, I brought this human mother instead. Since he is half-human, her milk should be compatible with him."
Robart furrowed, his concern shifting slightly from the child to the woman. "But Master, bringing a human here—won't the environment harm her?" he asked, glancing at her pitiful state.
The woman let out a frantic, garbled plea through her gag. "Leegt maeah goghh! Pleauurrse!" she sobbed, her words distorted by her restraints.
"There is no need to panic," The Lich assured her in an unusually friendly tone. "We are not going to harm you. We are not humans, but all we need is for you to feed the child. Do this, and you will receive your reward before being sent back."
With a wave of his bony hand, The Lich removed her blindfold and gag. The moment her eyes adjusted to the surroundings, her blood ran cold. Before her stood not one, but three undead beings— all staring at her with unnatural intelligence. Her breath hitched in her throat, and for a moment, she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.
"Do not faint," The Lich said, his tone neutral. "I would have preferred not to blindfold you, but secrecy had to be maintained."
The woman's body was paralyzed with fear. She couldn't even scream. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but her legs refused to move. The mere sight of them—undead, intelligent, and speaking—was beyond anything her mind could comprehend.
The Lich let out a small sigh. "Relax."
With a flick of his fingers, he cast a spell upon her. Almost instantly, the fear drained from her face. Her racing heartbeat slowed, her trembling ceased, and her body relaxed. The terror that had gripped her moments ago vanished as if it had never existed.
"As you wish, sir," she said in a calm tone.
Just then, a small rustling sound came from Robart's arms. Dylan, who had barely drifted into sleep, stirred awake at the sound of unfamiliar voices. His mind, still groggy, took a moment to process what was happening.
"What's with all the noise?" he thought groggily. His eyes slowly focused on the unfamiliar figure standing near The Lich.
"Wait… who is this woman?" His newborn body couldn't react properly, but internally, his mind raced.
Before he could make sense of the situation, the woman gently reached out and took him from Robart's embrace. Holding him close, she studied his tiny face with soft, curious eyes.
"He's adorable," she murmured, a genuine warmth spreading through her voice.
"You should have just used that spell from the beginning, Master," Aeru grumbled, irritated by all the earlier screaming.
"You are right," The Lich admitted, "but I did not want to resort to magic unnecessarily. It can have side effects."
The woman shifted Dylan in her arms, her expression now composed. "Please grant me some privacy. I cannot breastfeed him in front of all of you."
The request was reasonable, and without hesitation, the undead left the living room, stepping out into the lawn to give her space.
Dylan, however, was still piecing things together, his drowsy mind struggling to connect the dots.
"Wait… what is she doing?" His body tensed slightly as he watched her move toward the sofa.
Then, she unbuttoned her blouse.
Dylan's eyes widened as her large, bare breasts were exposed.
"D-Did he bring this woman just to breastfeed me!?" A surge of embarrassment shot through him as she gently pulled him closer to her chest.
"Do I seriously have to suck milk out of her boobs? I was just joking when I said I'd drink milk from a milf if she breastfed me…"
*Growl*
A loud rumbling echoed from his stomach, betraying his hunger.
The woman chuckled, cradling him gently. "Oh, aren't you a hungry little boy?" she cooed, bringing him even closer.
*****
Gonna have time skip in next chap... I don't know how I end up writing chap this long.