The Reincarnated Weaver of Threads

Chapter 4

Side Sister Marguerite (Part 1)

Translated by Rafligo012

I am Sister Marguerite. I am a half-elf with silver hair resembling my human father’s and emerald-green eyes inherited from my elven mother.

Currently, I serve as a sister in the church, taking care of orphans. However, not long ago, I was an adventurer.

Physically, I appear to be around 18 years old in human terms, but being a half-elf, my actual age is a bit older, I suppose.

Before coming to this town, I lived a happy life with my father, mother, and the three of us. However, after my father passed away, our life gradually became more difficult.

Unable to return to the elven village that despised half-elves because of my presence, we wandered from town to town, living day by day. During this time, my mother began to blame me, and every day was a struggle.

Even my mother, who was my only family left, suddenly fell ill and passed away shortly after we arrived in the town of Corabi.

Left with no family, I was taken in by the orphanage, thanks to the late priest who had taken care of me.

From there, I engaged in the life of an adventurer, leading modest yet peaceful days. Within that time, to repay the elderly priest’s kindness, I became a sister and began assisting in the church and orphanage. That’s when, seven years ago, I met my angel, Eddie.

On that day, I was gathering nuts and herbs in a shallow part of the Forbidden Forest. Suddenly, a white wolf, about three meters tall, appeared before me.

Even as an adventurer, I instantly realized that I couldn’t match the overwhelming presence of the white wolf. Fear and surprise enveloped me, causing me to stumble backward. However, in that moment, I noticed that the wolf had something resembling a basket in its mouth.

Upon carefully examining the basket, what do I find inside but a baby?

Suppressing my fear with sheer determination, I pick up a trembling branch that happened to be within reach and shout with shaking hands.

“P-Please put the child down!”

The wolf stares at me intently and approaches, gently placing the basket in front of me before leaving.

Relieved from my fear, I collapse to the ground. I sit there for a while to regain my composure. It’s a secret, but I did realize that my undergarments got a bit wet.

The baby’s hair is a slightly bluish hue of ice silver. Those delicate strands glisten like ice.

Furthermore, the baby’s eyes are a pale shade of ice blue. The pure light within those eyes sparkles like transparent ice, captivating my heart with its beauty.

Seeing the adorable baby before me, I feel enveloped in a sensation as though I’m witnessing an angelic presence. The innocence and beauty radiate a true sense of the divine, filling my heart with a sense of happiness and awe.

As the baby gazes at me and smiles, my heart is filled with warmth and a profound sense of wonder. That smile is pure and gentle, as if the baby is bestowing a special love upon me, much like an angel.

Afraid of fainting from the situation, I take the baby back to the orphanage and share the day’s events with the priest.

Of course, the wet undergarment incident is a secret, and I’ve already changed.

In the orphanage, we typically can’t take in infants with low survival rates. However, after negotiating with the priest, I was allowed to care for the baby under my responsibility.

By the way, I initially thought the baby was a girl, but it turned out to be a boy…

The moment I unwrapped the baby from its swaddling cloth, well, I was quite thoroughly… splashed in the face.

Seeing a new door is a secret for a lifetime. This is how women gather secrets, isn’t it? I’ve learned quite a bit.

When I found the name “Edward” written on the basket the baby was in, I decided to call him Eddie.

And so, seven years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the Blessing Ceremony arrives. In the process, my collection of secrets has increased like the stars in the sky.