Everyday, I Fight! 2 Chapter 2: Baby Tricks.

Rolling in the cradle, maybe, however I can still gain Intel. Especially since I'm an underestimated baby, barely a toddler...

Ah~ the humiliation and pain. Though it is relaxing. Like a holiday.

Some activities of humans in this world have piqued my interests greatly! Though they don't have manga or television, they have magic and gadgets! Of course, even in this world, there are realists and artists!

Realists are the major of society and they maintain most of the law in society here. Artists are the t.i.tles given to those who explore, configure, or embed new magic skills. So, basically, not everybody is born with power, neither is everybody born with the ability of harvesting all parts of the power they get.

Only a handful of individuals have that kind of ability. The ratio being 1:1000. Tough Luck.

Apparently, Helen, an elder sister of Carmine had just recently gained the ability of a Fire Mage and had been bestowed by a t.i.tle.

t.i.tles, in this world come in two forms, one as the birth of a mage at the age of 10. Two, being married into the royal families.

The country of Felue consists of five kingdom. They form a council every decade or so too discuss foreign relations and internal affairs. How shrewd.

Basically the twist of this world is that - "Everything must remain beautiful despite the twists and slip ups!"

It's an invitation to the bad guys that even if you're wrong, as long as you don't mess up and its beautifully done, you've got your clean slate...! How utterly ridiculous.

Urgh... or am I just overthinking this?

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"Oh, c.r.a.p! Why now!?" I thought to myself.

A sudden cold chill ran down my spine and indicated that urgently needed a new set of diaper. As my mind went blank, I felt a disgusted gaze pierce through me. What was that?

"I wonder why you always do this!" My mother looked at me with a playful pout, "Next time you don't listen to Mama and be naughty, you'll have punishment~~"

Was it my imagination that her eyes sparkled at the mention of punishment...?

She began humming a lovely melody as she gently too me inside and changed my diapers. How lucky I was to have two cradles all to myself. One outside in the living room and the other in the Baby Room.

Currently the Baby Room was my room. I had it all to myself! Having an insane amount of siblings finally paid off! I wonder why people bicker about being an only child is better...??! I enjoy my life quite so-so, to speak.

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I wake up to myself full of drool. I wonder when I dozed off...?

As I wipe my mouth with my tiny arms, the drool sticks like glue and instead of tidying up, I become more tangled in it like being in a spider web.

Hesitantingly, I move to the corner of the cradle, panting while I hold tightly onto my grip.

"Mama~n~" a voice shouts in the dark room, "run away baby!"

Suddenly I lose my balance while trying to sit straight and automatically roll to the other end of the cradle, utterly surprised.

I stop to stare at the figure above me feeling frightened. Like the Dracula could've been much better a choice... my mother picks me up.

Dumbfounded with tears pouring out of my little body, I let out a nervous shriek and cry devastatingly.

The scary silhouette of my mother suddenly reforms back into an illuminating golden ray of sunlight as she caresses my head gently and pats my shoulder.

"There, there, little Glow," mom says with a caring voice, "Mama~n~ is here, no need to cry... so hush little one, don't say a word."

Slowly she begins humming again and doesn't stop for a long while.

"But it was her fawt!" a tiny familiar voice squirms from below, "Watt about panish paint?"

"Punishment?" My mother questions back with a sheepish smile, "hmm~ I'll think about it."

This brat again!

Ever since she came, she's been causing me nothing but trouble. She catches me trying to get off the cradle every time and whenever I fall off, she just stares at me for a while and snorts. Delaying to call my parents on purpose!

Even now, she was the one who deliberately shook the cradle as I rolled over. I could've gotten hurt!

Moreover, she called mother and not father, because she knows who will scold me more...! This little devil!

At first I thought she just had a cute face and would be very sweet. Of course I realized she might be jealous, but who knew it was to this extent... if only I could punch her now!

"d.a.m.n it, with her behaviour like this, I won't get any studying done. She's already caught me thrice and if there's another time, I'm sure I won't be left of easily... what to do now? " I thought to myself intently.

Rattling my brain like crazy only got me in a further daze and sooner than later, I dozed back to dreamland. I'm a baby after all!

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I've been tied down to my mom since I woke up. Punishment recieved. Though the little inspector below seems to disapprove of it.

"If she's tied to me like this, then she can't escape of get hurt. Prisoner, prisoner!" Mom merrily exclaimed winking at Carmine who was at a loss for words.

Her teary face glared at me with hatred. A face that said, "This means War!"

The silence was breathtaking and awkward.

"Finally, some mother daughter shopping!" Mom excitedly proclaimed.

The teary angel downtown grabbed tight hold of mom's skirt, "Watt about owwa lone twime?"

"But as you can see, Baby Glow is currently under punishment," my mother explained to her simply, "if I let her go, won't you get upset that I don't punish lil' Glow enough...?"

"Oh~I know!" my mother clasped both her hands as an idea came to mind, "how about taking daddy with you?"

Who knows how my dad heard it, but he came pouncing up and down, ready to brisk his daughter away for some special father-daughter bonding time. Usually dad was busy most of the time. He only came back three days as a holiday and would be leaving on a journey soon.

"NO!"

The voice rang so loudly that my dad had turned into stone. Like a statue without and intent other than decay...

He was ignored by the family as a heated argument began taking form.

"Why! Why is wit aways Her!!?" Carmine growled pointing her right hand index finger at me, "Why dow sent Mama~n... wove me??

Her tears rolled down her eyes like waterfall, with her bright green eyes sparkling like emerald.

"What a pitiful girl." the thought came across my mind.

Wait a moment! I still have that!

As I struggled my hand upward to her right cheek, I used a special move from a drama, an undeniable slap. Straight to the cheek!

Baby hands are too soft and small, so she won't get hurt. Besides, the perk's on my side, I'm a baby!

Immediately noticed the baffled reaction from the people around, but I didn't nudge. Even the whimpering little angel stared straight at me in shock. She was numbed and pretty much didn't know what to do...

My dad in trance was back to normal, but I noticed how he seemed to have been attacked by yet another strike.

I said, "Mmm... Uu..." and then with a teary face about to crack like a broken mirror while dabbing my hand on her cheek as if I was trying to get rid of her tears...

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Within millions seconds, I popped out my lungs, crying like a baffoon. At the top of my voice so the impact would forever be etched into this annoying brat's memory...!!!

This was my revenge.

Twisted, but beautiful.

"Silly girls," a drop of water rolls down my mom's cheek as she warmly hugs us both.

My dad who had been the audience in all this drama, gave a giant, safe big bear hug to us. "Ah- ah, so this is family love, huh..." I wondered with a twinge of guilt, "so soft and warm. Idiotic me." I thought with a sulky face still dripping the tears that I was unable to stop...!

Then, the familiar traditional knock came. Though initially we ignored it, but then the knock came louder and the door bell chimed once.

In five seconds flat, as the door remain led unanswered, bell chimed again. Soon it rang each time a little louder... a little longer...

The sound of that bell was really getting on my nerves when suddenly, an unfamiliar voice outside shouted, "Ah~pervert~ Daddy help!"

In a flash, Dad got up and at lightning speed opened the door. I swear I didn't see him walk at all! As if he had teleported to the other end...

"Took you long enough." I heard a murmur the door that echoed in the silent hall and into the living room.

My mom got up and so I got carried away on her back, "Welcome back, Helen. How was your trip?"

Mom greeted the stranger. Oh, no, not another weirdo! Furthermore, this one seems to have some intellect. Hahaha... one thing after another, huh? How tiring!