Some time has passed.
I’m not familiar whether Japan’s ever had a prohibition period or not but… Whatever?
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6 Months Since Birth
The following days passed by quickly, and six months had passed.
Originally, it was an age where one wouldn’t know of the world’s sourness or sweetness.
While protected, a baby was fine if it just slept and cried.
But on the inside was the around 30 years old me. It wasn’t going to go that smoothly.
Why didn’t my palate get reset too, I was troubled with how shitty bad the milk tasted.
Plainly speaking, it was a life or death situation, reason being my only source of nutrients was milk.
An infant who hated milk was the equivalent to an ant hating anteater.
But in the beginning without considering any of those things, I stubbornly rejected it. Cuz, it was gross enough to die.
When it seemed like they would force me, I brandished my hands and feet and resisted.
It wasn’t alcohol harassment, but milk harassment! I was being indignant.
But after I, who wouldn’t drink milk, learned that the graceful woman―my mother of this lifetime―was declining in health because of my actions, I deeply repented.
Yes, this wasn’t milk-hara. This was for survival.
There’s a person not drinking, yeah yeah yeah. There’s a person not drinking, yeah yeah yeah.
That person’s meー That person’s meー。Yeah, chug, chug, chug.
Drink, drink, drink, abuー
I want to see the good points of a baby! Chug it, chug.
It’s a little out of date, but singing an alcohol song similar to ones used during prohibition and encouraging myself, I sucked in the milk.
UoohhーWhile spewing abusive words I drank, gulping it down.
And then puked. While I “babu babu” a complaint, I drank again. “Oeeh” and vomited.
My current state was completely like a poor drunkard.
But it couldn’t be helped. I’m persevering.
To me, who preferred alcohol over sweets, the taste of a person’s skin and the tepid, slightly sweet milk was harsh.
Setting aside those eating habits.
Let’s change the topic for the basic information I’ve gathered little by little during these past six months.
Firstly, this world. It wasn’t Japan, and it wasn’t Earth either.
The place where I was born was the Yugnar country.
There, magic existed.
Wao! What should I doー So my heart skipped, but it was established that I didn’t have much magic power.
In the first place, the magic I was thinking about was on the level where only the King or someone of the upper echelon of nobility could use. How disappointing.
And now information about myself.
My name is Tiariela Norfolk. Norfolk is my house name.
My parents were middle ranked nobility and had no other kids beside me.
With the stipend from the small fief and the country, we lived a slightly wealthier lifestyle than the common citizen.
Mom was 21, Father was 42, and the difference between their ages stood out.
Apparently the doctor had directly told my sickly mother who wished for a child that it would be difficult, but despite that she was determined to give birth.
And the one that was born as if precious was the around 30 me.
Even though she bet her life and gave birth to me, somehow I feel guilty.
With that sort of weak point, I cried as I didn’t have many methods to pull off, and towards that, my Mom asked “what’s wrong?” in worry while flustered.
Since I didn’t have a choice, when Mom’s condition seemed to be good I chose a suitable time to cry.
While thinking “such a baby that can read the mood doesn’t exist elsewhere,” I appealed that I was favorably growing up.
I tried saying “abu abu.”
I tried flapping my hands and legs around while laughing. I tried eating gauze.
I tried yawning as if I was tired. I tried grumbling.
Seeing me, Mom would laugh, so that made me happy.
In that fashion I rapidly grew up, and would soon be welcoming my 5th birthday.
Thank goodness……
Why does time feel longer when you’re young?
My 20s, the prime of my life was tumbled by too quickly, but let’s set aside this around 30’s complaining.
At the party held to celebrate my fifth birthday, I would learn a startling truth.
Because there, as if he could appear on the front cover of a Hiyo〇 Club magazine, I met a tiny ikemen.
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Romaji glossary for those who are interested
Milk-hara (ミルハラ) – I actually had trouble with this for a bit, until I realized it was milk harassment (ミルクハラスメント), only shortened. Problem is, since milk is a short one syllable word, but is broken up into a few characters in JP it didn’t get across the whole “milk” meaning and was instead Miruhara. For a while, I agonized “what the heck is miruhara!?” but felt stupid immediately after I realized it was milk harassment…
Uoohh – it’s said with a feeling of being pumped up and raring to go and stuff.
Oeehhh – She’s puking here lol
Wao! – Wow in English.
Hiyo〇 Club – Hiyoko Club. If you google it, it’ll show a bun of magazine covers with cute children on it, so I’m guessing it’s a parenting magazine.
Ikemen – I already said it before, but it’s a hot guy/attractive male.
Thanks for the translation! 😃
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Thank YOU for reading! 😋
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Oo what a interesting story. Definitely interested. Thanks for translation
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I read machine translations ahead and despaired of seeing little to no ecchi scenes. Great story and your translations are awesome. Thanks like always.
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I know right TT-TT
Honestly, I’d like to see some more action so I can host it on RLA…
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Also did you know the official light novel for Drop! Is coming out? It’s got official cover art and everything. Personally I like the art for this one and wish Rosemarie from Tensei oujo was drawn similarly.
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OH HECK
I DIDNT KNOW THAT
WHERE
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I’ll try to send a link☺️
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Thank you~~ 😍
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http://www.arianrose.jp/detail/drop1.html
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I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE BUT AGH SHES SO CUTEEEEE
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Right?!?
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I creeped out my poor brother. Going haaa~ haaa~h s~o cu~te!!!!
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I don’t blame you
Her kawaii level is over 9000
I have an urge to pet her lol
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Preach it sista!!!
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I looked a little closer at the names and though I don’t know some people, her brother is HOT
LIKE, MY GOD
He’s the guy Ishma (イシュマ) right next to Cordelia in the characters page
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I wonder if they got a drama cd??
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THAT WOULD BE AMAZING
Hopefully, maybe for advertising they’ll do something like Ddkc did and do a little voice drama of the book ;v;
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What is that. Cordelia is too adorable. The art is absolutely beautiful, too~
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Lolol tiny ikemen xD
Thanks for the chapter~
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Thank you for the chapter ~
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Yes, bring on the tiny Ikemen!!! 😀
Thanks for the chapter~!
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He shall appear in the next chapter lol xD
Funny thing is, he’s not really the main male mc, but his side stories are pretty cute considering his crush…
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Even tiny Riajus must…. ok, nvm, he is cute, I will wait till he grows up~
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This looks really interesting! Thanks for translating this XD
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Hey no problem~ :3
Glad you’re liking it so far
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Thank you for the chapter!
It is so weird to compare milk with alcohol.
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Thank you.
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The first part is fun but later on what the hell? Dad’s 41 mean it’s hard to conceive, is all. Mother’s 21 mean there should be no problem whatsoever to bring her to term. What is that? Failing basic heath hygiene class?
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Thank you very much
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“I met a tiny ikemen” XDD
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Arasaa ? is that her nickname ? can anyone explain it?
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Arasaa is a combination of the English words アラウンド (around) and サーティー (thirty), which refers to a woman around 30 years old. Hope this helps clear up any confusion~
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This is funny, I wonder how the ‘tiny’ ikeman will be like and react.
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