A month had passed.
'I've become a baby, and I hate it,' Heinrich sighed. He was no longer Heinrich Wolf from the 21st century, but Baldur?... or at least that's what he thought was his name. He couldn't understand the words his parents spoke, only their way of addressing him.
'I don't know why I still have my past memories, but there's nothing bad about retaining them. I first thought maybe that I must have been reborn into the game, seeing all the medieval aspects around where we live. It could be the era of Wenceslaus IV during the Holy Roman Empire? That would put me in the 14th century. After all, before dying, I was playing *Kingdom Come: Deliverance*. So, I must be in the Kingdom of Bohemia... that could explain their clothes and language that I can't understand. But after seeing some weird Nordic or better said, Viking things around the place, I started doubting again.
'I can't see anything resembling an electronic or modern device, and the utensils, bowls, and furniture, while some are made of metal, seem to be crafted by hand rather than being industrial products. The dim light by nightfall in the house isn't produced from light bulbs, but from candles and lamps.'
'Retaining memories upon reincarnation—anyone would have entertained such delusions at least once,' Heinrich foolishly smiled. 'But I didn't think that such a delusion would become reality...'
'My new mother is just a young, blossoming girl, probably between 15 and 20 years old, and has a hot and sinful body for her age. Clearly, she is younger than I was in my past life, and so beautiful; I feel a little jealous of my new father, my girlfriend, while being pretty wasn't as beautiful as her. I would love to bang and take her. I envy my new father for having such a beautiful wife. Thinking about it, he leaves the house early in the morning and comes back by midday to eat, and later in the afternoon; he must be a hardworking man, as it doesn't seem we are royalty or something like that, given our living conditions and the house.
The house isn't a big one, and it isn't made of bricks or stone but of wood. It is cozy and warm, and for a family of three seems just enough.
At least I enjoy my mother's tits as much as I can when I feed from them, and she seems to like it too, as she seems to enjoy it a little too much, going from her loud lustful sounds and trembling body when he does it, looking at him almost with an expectant look.'
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Half a year had passed.
Listening to his mother and father's conversations during the past half-year, Heinrich had started to understand things bit by bit as they tried to teach them. By the sounds of the words, he first thought it was German, and by the place of the 'Kingdom Come Deliverance', he thought he was somewhere in Austria. But it seems I was far from right. As my mother carried me outside the house, and I looked around the place and everywhere it seemed like a Viking village. So it clicked on me that what they spoke wasn't German but Old Norse. The daily use of the language helped him quickly start catching the words and learning. He didn't know a thing about what they were saying at first. But after a while, it seemed true the saying that learning a new language could be faster when used and spoken daily, being a baby seemed to help as his growing brain was like a sponge absorbing the new tongue. Or maybe he was smarter than before?
By this time, I was already able to crawl around the house. But I wasn't allowed to leave it, as every time my mother caught me when I moved in the direction of the door, she knew I was bored, so she embraced me and took me with her around to do things. Not that I could grab the doorknob even if I wanted. Mother seems to be really busy all the time; daily she comes and goes from the room and the house many times daily, spending almost all the entire day doing something. One would have thought that being in the Middle Ages or before it would have been a more relaxed life, but given that if people didn't work or do something, it was just a way to suicide, as you would not have bread nor water if you didn't look or work for it.
Being able to move was a wonderful thing. Heinrich had never experienced the freedom of movement like he did now. You need to experience the loss of being able to move to feel it more clearly. While he couldn't leave the house, at least he was allowed to roam freely inside. He would crawl to the second floor to where a little window was there and look into the distance. The house was beside a narrow strip of sea between high cliffs. I think this topography was called Fjord; the views were amazing and spectacular as they extended into the horizon. He passed most of the time sitting in there admiring the sky and the distance, spotting from time to time people moving around in all kinds of clothes, mostly fur, wool or linen designs. There was nothing more to do in this house besides having a good time with my mother and learning how to speak their language.
Heinrich wasn't a typical baby, so it was obvious he wouldn't cry at every turn like a normal baby or make trouble like one, and his mother, Lagertha, was fast to catch it. At least he was strong and active like a bull, and saw his curiosity and active eyes as he looked around, and even his naughtiness as he fed from her breast, which made her always blush. So she wasn't concerned with her little boy's oddity. He seemed to be growing healthy.
Heinrich felt comfortable during this period, after he finished mourning the loss of his life and his family. He relaxed, enjoying the pleasures of being tended to at every turn and enjoying his mother's breasts when she fed him. The only embarrassing moment for him was when he needed to do his biological needs. Even if he tried to hold it in, the stuff from below would still leak out, so he just closed his eyes, suppressing the shame, cried like a baby to give notice of it, and left things alone as they were.
He wondered at the possibility of experiencing a different lifestyle, but he was already feeling the pains of the medieval lifestyle in daily life. He had already firmly decided to advance in the ladder, not intending to have a life of misery. It was better to live at the edge of the blade for glory than be a peasant, after all, what could be worse than death? He already died once.
He wanted power...
"Audentes Fortuna Iuvat!!!" Heinrich screamed internally, his body quaking with exhilaration.