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Next  was my turn.

She lifted me up the same way, before placing her hand on my head.

“—-….”

She looked at me with sympathy.

Without understanding the reason, I was embarra.s.sed.

“–, —-.”

“—-! —-.”

The rabbit-eared woman and the oba-chans were talking when they left the room.

Anyway, for the sake of grasping the situation I ended up in, it was necessary to learn the language those women were using.

So, I diligently listen to their words.

Since regaining my consciousness, 1 year had pa.s.sed.

I could not write or read their alphabet, but I could understand what those women were talking about.

Thanks to becoming a baby again, my brains became like a soft sponge.

Like a thirsty sponge absorbing water, I memorised what I heard.

From the words of those women, I started piecing together my current situation — my current location is within an orphanage at a small town called Hod, in the Aljio territory.

The total population of the town is less than 1000.

It really is a small town.

Aljio territory, Hod — I haven’t heard of either place before.

I think I was transported to a foreign country, but…

No matter how far this place is, people putting on rabbit ears and dog ears definitely don’t exist.

Somehow or another, during that stabbing event, it looked like I was killed, apparently.

Being reborn in a different world while still possessing my previous memories — that was my conclusion.

Otherwise, I won’t be able to explain the current situation.

The rabbit-eared woman’s name appears to be『El』. She is also the founder of this orphanage.

The oba-chans called her『El-sensei』. They also liked her.

In this parallel world, it doesn’t look like it’s a custom to discriminate just because you have rabbit ears, it seems.

From these women’s unified conversation; about 2 years ago, soon after being born I was abandoned in a basket in front of this orphanage.

On the exact same day, I was put to sleep next to a dog-eared baby. It looked like that baby was also abandoned.

2 years ago, huh… Now I’m 2 years old…

On a silk handkerchief in the basket,『Lute』had been embroidered.

It looks like『Lute』is my name.

I was struck by a feeling close to resignation.

I had looked away from my acquaintance when he was being bullied; I gave him up as a scapegoat for the sake of saving myself.

What I did also took part in driving Tanaka into suicide.

I had been surrounded by that sin. To be killed by the main perpetrator of that bullying, to be born again and then to be abandoned by my parents becoming an orphan.

The very meaning of retribution.

…For this reason, I was determined.

I will become strong in this world with this life. I will have the courage not to flee away from disasters. And if a person needs help, I will absolutely help them out. I will do acts of mercy so that I, who abandoned Tanaka and was killed for it, can atone for those actions…

Thus I, formerly named Hotta Youta — now Lute, decided to live my life this way.

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