Chapter 592: Benladra's Dreams

As a reincarnated person myself, it would have sucked to be reborn only for my family to know about it and see me as a stranger, as if I had taken over their baby's body or something.

But that's not really the case, the baby is empty until a soul reaches it, there isn't an original soul that got thrown away, if her soul is there, it means it was always there and the first one to reach the fetus to begin with.

So...

I guess I could... check a bit.

The curiosity got the better of me, and I ended slightly touching Benladra's forehead.

FLASH!

Using my Illusion and Dream Magic, I ended being sucked inside of her dreams...

And what I saw was...

Fluffiness.

Yes, there was fluffiness everywhere.

It was like a world of colorful cushions, flowers, and other things.

What is this?

Is this the dream of a baby?

The sky was completely white, and there was a refreshing breeze.

I saw Benladra playing around over the endless cushion land, she had other friends with her, they were like plushies, and they all danced around her.

This is super cute...

I think Benladra might not have been an adult in her previous life if she's dreaming something so childish and innocent.

However, as I tried to walk over this cushion land, I ended tripping over, and the cushioning effect threw me around.

POOF!

Ugh...

I ended being thrown around by the cushions, bouncing around everywhere, it was hard to stop it.

At the end, Benladra noticed me and quickly began to jump towards me with a happy smile.

"Pa... Papa!"

Ah...!

My little girl said my name?! No way...

And in a dream, to boot!

"B-Benladra... Sorry for getting inside your dreams..." I said.

"Pa... paaaa!"

She suddenly jumped over my torso and hugged me with her tiny hands.

"Baaah!"

She said a cute sound and rubbed her face over my chest.

She really recognized me fast...

"Benladra... Can you understand me?" I wondered.

"Babahab..."

She began to suck her finger while rolling over my belly.

She definitely can't understand me, but somehow knows the word "papa".

Was...

Was my Benladra... a little baby when she died?

...

There is no other explanation. She can say a word "papa", but nothing else, she doesn't understand words either, nor English or anything.

But she seems to have enough mental maturity to not cry when she was born, and to be often quite calm.

Perhaps she died as a toddler that already got over the phase of a crybaby but was still very much a child that didn't knew about anything?

Hmm...

I suppose I shouldn't really check her memories; I think this is enough.

I feel bad by forcing myself into my child, I just want to let her have her privacy.

And... if I see her last moments before dying, I think I might cry.

So let's leave it at that.

"I will make sure to give you the best life I can offer, alright? So you never feel however you felt when you were about to die in your previous life. I will make sure to protect you and... to love you with everything I have."

Benladra stopped rolling around my belly as she looked into my eyes as if she had understood a bit of what I said. She seemed surprised about what I said, a bit.

"Babahh... Papaaapapa!"

She said something but I really can't understand her baby language...

But I know she meant something cute. She's intelligent enough to be able to convey emotions through words, but she doesn't know the words.

I smiled as I caressed her hair and kissed her forehead.

"I see... Thank you, my little princess... Now I have to go back... How about we wake up and have breakfast? Do you want to have your mommy's milk?" I wondered.

"Miii! Mimi!" she said cutely.

"Hehe, you're good at learning words... Alright, let's wake up then... We can come to your dreams later and have fun, we could even invite your mother, how about that?" I asked.

"Maaaa!" she said.

"Yes, mama." I said.

I held my daughter with my arms, as her warm little body seemed so huggable... and then, we woke up.

I saw her sleeping in the cradle, but suddenly her cute little silvery-white eyes opened, the irises were of a very peculiar color I had never seen before.

My daughter is the cutest in the world.

"Babah..." she said cutely, extending her little hand towards me.

"Good morning, Benladra..." I said.

I extended my index finger, as she grabbed it with her tiny hand.

Ahh... so cute.

Benladann has woken up at that time as well as she sat down over the bed and looked at us playing around.

"Hm? You two are awake early today!" said Benladann while pouting.

"Hahaha... yeah..." I said.

Slap!

Suddenly, the door opened as Miranda came rushing in alongside Belle.

"Good morning! Time for breakfast!" said Miranda, she brought a plate with a lot of things, including some slightly burnt pancakes that she covered with a lot of cream and fruits to make up for it, some toasts, butter, and scrambled eggs.

"Ohoo! That looks nice!" said Benladann.

I brought Benladra to bed as she sat down over the bed and glanced at the food with her eyes shining brightly.

"She was just born yesterday but it feels like she already grew a bit..." said Miranda, looking at Benladra.

"Bababebabeh!" said Benladra touching Miranda's nose.

"I wonder if she can eat. She's a dragon, right? Dragons can eat meat right away." Said Belle.

"Well, I've never seen if her teeth are developed yet..." said Benladann.

"Let me see..." I said.

I looked into Benladra's mouth, and she had very sharp teeth already, mostly well developed from birth... wow! She's ready to munch things.

"She has well-developed teeth." I said.

"Nom!"

Suddenly, Benladra bit by finger.

It hurt a bit...

"Ouch! Hey! I am not food..." I laughed, as I slowly pulled out my finger from her mouth.

Mental note, never get your fingers near Benladra's mouth.