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Three days had passed since Allen's wedding party, and Mikaela was already back at school, walking toward her class with Castoria beside her. Allen wasn't around anymore—he'd left to enjoy his honeymoon in another world, promising he'd be back before the end of the semester.
Mikaela was still trying to wrap her head around that part.
Because it turned out Allen hadn't been lying at all—Raviel really was a goddess.
Back then, at the mansion…
"So… you're seriously Morgan Freeman, but the female version?" Mikaela blurted out, staring in disbelief. Just moments earlier, Raviel had casually shown her a few "tricks"—including turning Mikaela's five fingers into seven like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Mikaela had panicked instantly.
"WAIT—WHY DO I HAVE SEVEN FINGERS—?!"
And just as quickly, Raviel fixed it, returning everything to normal without even looking worried.
"Well… yeah, that's about right," Raviel said calmly, taking another sip of her tea as if she hadn't just broken reality five seconds ago.
Mikaela slowly exhaled, clutching her hand like it might suddenly change again. Then she looked toward Allen, her shock slowly turning into curiosity.
"So… now what?" she asked. "You said earlier you guys are going on a honeymoon to another world, right?" She hesitated for half a second before asking the real question, eyes bright with interest.
"Can I come with you?"
Allen shook his head. "Nope. You still have classes. I'm not letting you skip school for this."
"Hey—why not?" Mikaela shot back immediately. "That's not fair."
"First reason," Allen said calmly, holding up one finger, "the world we're going to is a Resident Evil game world. And as far as I remember… you're terrified of zombies, right?"
Mikaela nodded instinctively, then froze. "Wait—hold on." She stared at him. "You're saying you're going to that world?" Her brows furrowed. "Why?"
Then realization hit her.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" she accused, narrowing her eyes. "You picked that world so I wouldn't come. You know I'm scared of zombies."
She genuinely looked confused now. Mikaela really was afraid of zombies, and the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Allen had absolutely planned this.
"Well," Allen replied with a shrug, completely unapologetic, "I am a fan of that game. You already know that."
"Tsk." Mikaela clicked her tongue. "Still—I wanna come anyway."
Allen raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I'm not even done explaining the second reason yet."
That made Mikaela turn fully toward him. "…Okay. What's the second reason?"
"The second reason," Allen said with a grin, "is that we'll be starting over. Literally. Like—babies. From zero."
Mikaela blinked.
"And are you really sure," he continued, clearly enjoying this, "that you can handle going back to school from the very beginning? You hate studying more than anything."
"Shit," Mikaela muttered, her eyes widening. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious," Allen replied without missing a beat.
Mikaela let out a long, defeated sigh. "…Fine. But are you really okay with leaving me alone in this house?" she asked softly, her tone suddenly different.
That was her final weapon.
Allen hesitated when he saw that expression. For a moment, he genuinely wavered. Cancel the plan? Stay behind? He really didn't like the idea of leaving Mikaela alone either.
Then his eyes caught Castoria walking past the hallway.
"Oh, don't worry," Allen said quickly. "You won't be alone. Castoria will stay here and keep an eye on you."
Castoria froze mid-step.
"…Huh?"
She slowly turned her head toward Allen, staring at him like her brain had just crashed. Wasn't she supposed to be part of the group traveling to another world? Since when did she get reassigned to babysitting duty?.
But for a reason Castoria, on the other hand, didn't say a single word about it—as if none of this was a problem at all.
Honestly, for her, it really wasn't a problem.
Staying behind in this world to keep an eye on Mikaela didn't bother her one bit. In fact, she kind of liked the idea. Life here was peaceful. Quiet. No monsters, no chaos, no world-ending threats—and most importantly, there was food.
Good food.
The kind she could eat freely without anyone judging her appetite or asking awkward questions. If anything, Castoria treated the whole situation like her own little vacation.
Mikaela, hearing that, finally realized there was nothing more she could do. She let out a quiet breath, then looked back at Allen with a stubborn glint in her eyes.
"Fine," she said at last. "But I have a condition."
Allen tilted his head. "Hmm? What is it?"
She smiled—playful, sly, and absolutely dangerous.
"Next year, after I graduate," Mikaela said, pointing a finger at him, "you have to put a baby in my womb." She smirked. "And you're not allowed to refuse."
Allen's eyebrow twitched.
This wasn't a joke. Mikaela didn't want to be left behind—not now, not ever. Deep down, she knew that once Allen came back from his honeymoon, he wouldn't come back alone. New worlds meant new girls… and probably new pregnancies too.
She wasn't about to be the only one standing on the sidelines.
Allen stared at her for a long moment, then sighed.
"…Fine," he said simply. "I agree."
And that was how Castoria and Mikaela ended up staying behind.
As they walked toward their lockers to grab a few books, a voice suddenly called out to Mikaela from behind.
"Hey, Mikaela… how've you been?" the guy said quickly, his words tumbling out a bit too fast, almost rambling. "I heard you were sick, that's why you missed a few classes."
That immediately made both Mikaela and Castoria turn to look at him.
Mikaela blinked, clearly confused.
"…And who are you?" she asked, her tone flat, like she genuinely had no idea who was standing in front of her.
The guy stiffened for a moment before forcing an awkward smile.
"Ah—right. I'm Sam. Sam Witwicky," he said. "We're classmates in a few subjects. You remember, right?" He paused, then added quickly, "Oh—and by the way, do you wanna have lunch together later?"
Mikaela stared at him for a second longer.
"Ah… Sam," she said slowly. Then she shook her head. "No. I still don't know who you are. Sorry." She glanced past him. "And could you move? You're blocking my way."
Without waiting for a reply, Mikaela grabbed Castoria's hand and walked straight into the classroom.
Sam stood there, stunned.
He took an awkward step back, completely like a retarded person, while everyone around them watched the scene unfold. A few seconds later, laughter broke out across the hallway.
Whispers followed. Snickers. Someone openly laughed.
It seemed Mikaela had just rejected yet another guy at school—and Sam had officially joined the long list of unfortunate clowns who never stood a chance.
Castoria glanced back once before being pulled inside, then leaned toward Mikaela.
"…That was rough."
Mikaela shrugged.
"He was in the way."
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Meanwhile, in the world of Resident Evil.
June 13 year 1976, Raccoon Hospital…
A woman's cries echoed through the delivery room, blending with the voices of doctors and nurses giving rapid instructions.
"Just a little more! One last push!" shouted the doctor.
And finally...
A baby boy was born into the world, his skin a healthy pink and his tiny body still adjusting to the new air.
But—there was no sound at all.
"Doctor, what's wrong? Why isn't my baby crying?" the the mother asked in a panic.
The doctor tried to calm her down, saying he would try to make the baby cry by gently shaking him.
WTF. Why are these people disturbing my sleep? Oh… did I just get born? And now they want me to cry? Ugh… fine. I guess I should just go along with it so my new mom doesn't get too worried.
Then he let out a loud cry, as if boldly greeting his new life.
"It's a boy," said the female doctor, handing the baby to the exhausted but smiling mother.
Behind that newborn cry, Allen slowly began to calm down, while the doctors moved to check on the mother's condition.
Well… welcome to the new world, me.
"Do you already have a name for your baby?" one of the nurses asked.
"Yes... his name is Allen. Allen Winter," the woman replied softly.
Shortly after, the doctors placed the baby into a cylindrical crib and wheeled him off to another room while the mother rested.
Meanwhile, in the southern part of Racon City, three little girls were playing with sand in the yard of a large house.
One of them, a small girl with golden-red hair, asked eagerly, "Hey, Sister Raviel, has Allen been born yet? Is he okay?"
The girl was Aphrodite.
Raviel, lounging in a garden swing, chuckled softly. "Yeah, he's been born. You look pretty impatient, huh?"
Aphrodite grinned wide. "Well, I'm just curious... I wanna know what baby Allen looks like. And… I miss him."
"Me too," Tiamat chimed in quietly while dipping her fingers into a shallow pond nearby, making small ripples shimmer under the sunlight.
"Sorry about that," Raviel smiled. "But isn't it more fun this way?"
"Well, we're two years older than him now," Aphrodite said with a shrug.
"We can pretend to be his big sisters when we meet him later. Not like we're related by blood… though maybe in another universe, we could try that idea. Fufufu."
All three nodded, daydreaming about a happy future.
"By the way," Aphrodite spun around and looked around the yard, "do you guys know where Hera and the others went? Haven't seen them since earlier."
Raviel shook her head and glanced at Tiamat. "Hey, Tia, do you know where they went?"
"They said they were going to pick up that Valentine girl… they should be back soon."
"In that case," Raviel stood up and clapped her hands, "let's get the cooking stuff and ingredients ready for a barbecue!"
Of course, they weren't actually doing the cooking. Their bodies were way too small for that.
And what they were going to eat wasn't barbecue either—just baby porridge flavored like barbecue.
She rang a small bell in her hand. Before long, a group of attendants arrived—homunculi created by the Einzbern family, now modified by Raviel.
They had no ego or true consciousness, only calmly carrying out orders.
As for Allen's parents... well, they were homunculi too.
But for the one playing his mother—Raviel didn't touch her design at all. She had kidnapped Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern from another timeline—the original model of the Einzbern homunculi.
Because of that, that timeline never experienced the Holy Grail War.
But then again, that world was already a mess to begin with, Especially with True Ancestors, ORT and magical chaos running wild.
At the very least, in that world, Sakura was never sold to the Matou family.
And as for Allen's father—well, he didn't need one to be born with father from begining now he is like jesus. And Raviel handled everything, well magic can do everyting.
Not long after, Hera, Athena, Demeter, Persephone, Artemis, Hestia, and Jill arrived.
Naturally… they were all still babies, each carried by their own nannies.
Jill, the most cheerful of the bunch, was brought in by her mother—a beautiful Japanese woman with the gentle aura of a proper Yamato Nadeshiko.
If Allen knew this—he would definitely be full of regret.
"Here you go, Jill. You can play with the others," the mother said sweetly as she gently placed Jill down so she could crawl toward the other toddler , who were babbling nonsense and tugging at each other's blankets.
Yes, this was the earliest form of Allen's harem: the toddler edition.
After making sure Jill was settled, her mother stood up and smiled.
"Mommy's going to go chat with the other mommies now, okay~?"
And just like that, she walked off to another part of the room to join the other mothers in casual gossip… all while unknowingly surrounded by other homunculi—Raviel's creations, playing the role of "families" in this world. But… she didn't knew the truth. And Raviel? She didn't mind at all.
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At Raccoon Hospital…
Five days had passed, Allen woke up because his stomach felt hungry. Casually, he began pretending to cry to attract the attention of the nurse on duty, hoping to be fed soon.
"Well… I guess being a baby isn't too bad. If you need something, just cry, and the adults will immediately take care of everything," he thought casually. He seemed to have adapted very quickly to his new condition.
Not long after, the door opened and a nurse entered carrying a bottle of milk.
"Ohhh… there, there, don't cry, sweet baby. I brought you food," she said gently while swaying the milk bottle, then checked if Allen had peed or not.
A few minutes later, a doctor entered along with a blonde-haired, and green-eyed woman. Allen observed the woman's face carefully—he felt it was familiar.
"Wait… isn't she… Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern?"
The woman, with a gentle but authoritative voice, spoke to the doctor.
"Doctor Wilson, how is my condition? Can I be discharged from the hospital today?"
The doctor calmly smiled while reading the medical notes.
"Well, Mrs. Winter, your condition seems to have improved. You may go home today, but I suggest continuing with the vitamins we'll provide. And regarding your baby… his condition is very good so far."
"Thank you, Doctor. May I see my son now?"
"Of course," said the doctor while opening the nursery door and letting her in. After that, the doctor and nurse exited, leaving the two of them alone.
With a loving smile, the woman stepped closer and immediately enveloped Allen in a warm hug.
"Ohhh, my dear… my beloved baby," she murmured tenderly, cradling Allen's tiny form in her arms as she lifted him from the crib. She immediately offered her breast to him, nursing him straight from the source.
Of course, Allen parted his little mouth without hesitation, latching on and suckling greedily at Justeaze nipple.
'Mrs. Winter…? Not Einzbern. Yeah… this must be Raviel's doing. Well, looks like I've got a stunning mother in this setup, and damn, why do I feel a twinge of regret about being stuck as a baby? But screw it, better to just savor this childhood bliss. And hey, this isn't half bad at all, right?'
Not long after being declared fit to leave the hospital, Justeaze brought Allen home. She called a taxi and carried him back to the house.
Upon arriving, they were welcomed by an old friend—Jill Valentine's mother, who turned out to be named Yoko Valentine. Alongside her stood one of the Einzbern family's homunculi, Rose Margaret. Rose was a beautiful figure. Of course, she was nothing more than a soulless doll—empty inside, her face altered, and her body seemingly under Raviel's complete control. Allen, however, had no knowledge of this. And even if he did, he probably wouldn't have cared much anyway.
Allen's gaze soon shifted toward little Jill, who was being carried nearby. Their eyes met, and despite being only five days old, Allen smiled.
"Pretty," Jill said innocently.
Allen wanted to protest—but… yeah, what could he possibly do in this condition?
"Jill, he's a boy, so you should say handsome~" Yoko teased her daughter with a laugh.
"Ohh…" Jill nodded slowly, clearly not understanding the difference at all.
Not long after that, Raviel and the others arrived, carried by the babysitters who had been hired. It looked like they simply wanted to role-play being childhood friends.
How cute… Allen thought casually.
Justeaze then guided all the children into the living room, and Allen was placed inside the nursery, accompanied by his "wives"—who, for now, were also still toddlers. Looking at this situation, Allen couldn't help but think that someday in the future, he might seriously have to consider holding another marriage ceremony with all of them.
"Alright, girls, if you want to play, go ahead," Justeaze said with a warm smile. "Just don't disturb little Allen, okay?"
Yoko added cheerfully, "You too, Jill. Don't be naughty—be a good girl and keep little Allen company, alright?"
Jill nodded lightly, her curious eyes never leaving Allen.
With that, the adults left the room, allowing the toddlers to play freely. Meanwhile, the mothers busied themselves elsewhere—naturally, gossip quickly became one of their favorite pastimes.
Inside the nursery, Allen—who had just been laid down on the bed—was immediately approached by Raviel, who eagerly climbed onto the mattress. It didn't take long before Tiamat and Aphrodite followed behind her.
"Fufu~ Little Allen, come play with your big sisters," Raviel said happily, waving a baby toy in front of Allen's face before gently pinching and stroking his chubby cheeks.
"Don't forget me too~" Aphrodite added sweetly, caressing Allen's cheek from the other side and planting a soft, affectionate kiss on it.
Tiamat, unlike the other two, simply sat beside him and calmly held Allen's tiny hand. She said nothing, but her smile was warm and comforting.
Not far away, Jill—along with several other goddesses—watched the scene with visible confusion. She quietly turned to Hera and asked, "Is it… okay to let them do that?"
Her voice sounded hesitant and unsure, but it was clear that Jill was a perceptive and intelligent little girl, even at such a young age.
Hera only smiled and gently shook her head.
"They're just playing, so I think it's fine…"
Though her tone was calm, deep down, Hera actually wanted to join in. Teasing Allen while he was this helpless… honestly looked kind of fun.
Athena, on the other hand, watched silently with a flat expression—but her eyes told a different story. She was already planning something.
I'll find a chance to be alone with him later… she thought.
For some reason, the idea of teasing Allen more often felt strangely appealing.
And Athena wasn't the only one.
Several other girls began to feel the same urge—to follow, to sneak a little time of their own with little Allen, who, for now, had absolutely no way to resist.