Chapter 6: Birthday Party
This is terrible.
It's been a couple of months since the Crown Prince's birthday, and ever since I discovered my abnormal status, this is all I've been telling myself.
"This is not real; it has to be a joke." That was my first reaction.
But well, being in denial doesn't help. I've re-examined my status a couple of times since then, and I'm afraid it wasn't a dream. Each time, half of my stats couldn't be determined and would be indicated as "Error," except in the [Advanced Status]. Even then, I'm not sure I can trust the number of the [Advanced Status]. I mean, it is written as 999,999,999, but I honestly wouldn't be surprised if the system had simply been overloaded.
God dammit. I want to cry. I was hoping for high stats, allowing me to use magic, and I got them. But who the heck asked to become a God? Because yes, this is basically what I am right now. What else do you call an (almost) immortal being with (almost) infinite magic power that can change the laws of the world? That's a God no matter how you think about it. I expected something like this ever since I saw that the class [Administrator] had been arbitrarily assigned to me, but to actually have my assumption confirmed is depressing.
So, in this world, I've been granted the title of [Goddess of All Creations], and I'm a Divine - even though this option has been locked, not sure why. Thinking about it, it actually makes sense. I mean, it's true that I was the one who created this world, of course I'd be considered a God in it. But well...
Anyway, for now, I have three options:
1. The Almighty Lynett abuses her powers and takes over the world. She becomes an Evil God and decides to bring destruction, pain, and death because she's bored and because it's funny.
2. The Great Goddess Lynett becomes the World's Savior. She uses her powers to transform the world into a land of peace and happiness, without wars, starvations, and diseases.
3. Little Lyni decides that she saw nothing. She abandons her responsibilities as a Goddess and continues to live a 100% perfectly carefree life.
My choice was almost immediate: option 3, of course.
Though, I must admit I was quite tempted to pick option 2. I mean, honestly, we all dreamt at some point in our life to become a villain, acting however we wanted without being restricted by responsibilities or morals. Instead of becoming a hero, leading the life of a bad guy seems much more interesting. But well, I'm not so heartless that I would bring destruction only for my self-pleasure. This is reality after all, it's not a game. I was raised with morals.
Uhm? Option 1, you say? Don't joke around. Only a fool would want to follow the path of a hero. People would put their hopes on you. Becoming everyone's attention, with the weight of the whole world on your shoulders, you had to live up to their expectations. Failures wouldn't be accepted. To act as the symbol of hope, what kind of pressure is that? No, no way, absolutely not. I already died once, I'm not going to waste my second life living for others. Egoistic, you say? That's fine by me. This is human nature after all.
So I turned a blind eye. I have seen nothing, I know nothing. I am Lynett Maedis, aka Lyni, a perfectly normal human baby - well, half-human baby.
However, it seems that leading an ordinary life is harder than I thought.
Fortunately, other people can't see my status. Apparently, only I can see people or objects' status, since I have access to the [World System]. That's a relief. Otherwise, my lovely ordinary life would have been gone in a second. However, I'm still quite different from most people.
The first problem is, of course, my lineage. So far, my mother has done a great job in hiding it, but sooner or later, the truth will come out. When the time comes, my mother can return to her family, with the elves, and Aoban can stay with humans. But me? I'm screwed. Unlike my mother or Aoban, I look neither completely human nor completely elf, so neither of the two races will accept me as one of them. For humans, because of their impure blood, halves are not any better than slaves. On the other hand, elves hate humans. And since I have human blood, I will be treated as one, even if my mother is an elf.
The second problem is my eyes. As I thought, they attract a lot of attention. Ever since I started to crawl, my mother brings me outside much more than before. My hair is much longer and now covers completely my ears, but since my eyes can't be hidden, it was only a matter of time before people started to notice their weird color. They would often freeze or gasp at the sight of them before praising them.
Here in Erthia, golden eyes are a divine symbol. All gods had golden eyes, but sometimes, a child would be born with the same golden eyes. It was proof that they had been blessed by the skies, thus explaining people's reaction at the sight of my eyes.
O-Oh, I'm glad they interpreted it this way. I'd rather be misunderstood as a child blessed by the gods than as a goddess herself.
And last, but not least, appearance-wise, I'm too perfect. I'm not trying to be arrogant or anything, but facts are facts. I know elves are supposed to be beautiful, but this little face of mine is so pretty it's almost inhuman.
I got the opportunity to catch a glimpse of my own appearance a few weeks ago, and daaaaaamn, I'm cute. But that's a problem, actually. A completely soft ivory skin, deep eyes glowing into millions of shades of gold, black raven hair that gently caressed its way down my neck, dusky pink lips, and a cute little nose. I was so flawless that I could be easily mistaken as a doll, and that, of course, attracted a lot of attention.
"Oh my gods, she is SO cute!"
"Such an adorable child, no wonder she had been blessed by the gods!"
"Is she really human? She must be an angel!"
Close enough. I'm a Goddess actually. But well, those are the kinds of remarks I received almost every single day. It makes my mother really uncomfortable. Even though she's trying to avoid the others as much as possible, because of me, she's often surrounded by people - mostly women - that came to see my cute little face. With so much attention on us, it's only a matter of time before I screw something up and get found out, either as a Half or a Divinity. But well, in both cases, bye bye precious normal life.
Siiiiiigh. Who would have thought that leading an ordinary life was so difficult?
Anyway, with so many things to worry about, before I knew it, a couple of months have passed, and it is now my first birthday.
To celebrate it, Randy closed the inn and reserved the whole tavern connected to it for the night. I must say, because of my appearance, I became something like a mascot in the neighborhood. That was his own initiative. My mother didn't ask for anything. Actually, if it was only up to her, I'm pretty sure she would have preferred to celebrate my birthday quietly, in our room. But before she knew it, once they learned that my first birthday was coming, people acted on their own and decided to celebrate it together. My mother couldn't bring herself to refuse, since they were so excited about this and they provided everything: the food, the place, even the people. Randy insisted for the party to take place in his inn, even if he had to close it for a day. He said that since I was born in it, it was only natural that I also had my first birthday in it. That's quite poetic, Randy.
So, returning to my birthday party. I'm currently sitting on my mother's lap, with a group of people, at a long wooden table. There are four or five more tables in the tavern, but our group is definitely the loudest. Everyone is consuming large amounts of food and alcohol, talking - or should I say shouting? - and laughing hysterically. I only know half of the people here. There is, of course, my mother, my brother, and Randy. I recognize some loyal customers of the inn, two or three merchants where my mother used to run errands, Randy's wife, his son, and the other employees of the inn. I don't know the rest. Some faces are familiar, but well, you can't expect the little brain of a one-year-old child to remember so many people.
Since I spent most of my past life in the hospital, I didn't have a lot of friends, and I always ended up celebrating my birthdays with mostly only my parents and some nurses. It's the first time such a big party is thrown in my honor, I feel like a princess. Even if I don't know everyone here, so many people came for me. I'm really grateful to them.
"Thank you." A cute little voice said - that's me, by the way.
At this moment, everything went completely silent. The loud and cheerful atmosphere of a few seconds ago was now completely gone. The entire room froze, as I could feel people's gaze turning at me in astonishment.
Huh? What's the matter? Did I say something wrong? I just thought it would be only natural for me to thank them. It's basic decency, isn't it?
Oh wait, crap. I screwed up.
The problem isn't what I said, it's the very fact I said something. Up until now, I had been a pretty quiet baby. Occasionally, I would talk nonsense - well, like all babies - but that's it. Right now, I just pronounced my first words, of course they'd be surprised. Actually, it was so natural for me that I didn't even notice that I said it out loud. Alone, I would often practice pronouncing properly the different sounds of the human language. But to think I'd actually say my first word now... What timing.
"Heh? Little Lyni, she..."
"Oh my god, she talked!"
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Author's Thoughts:
Me: "how dare you let the cat out of the bag"
Also me: smiles in secret.
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