I struggled to get up but failed due to having a pair of wings on me, which I had never compensated for while walking. I noticed a few doctors around me appuding my mother for giving birth. Meanwhile, I was just sitting here. A tall old man with a gray beard, bck wings, and a bald head burst in and looked around, then gnced at my mother with a sad expression. She responded with a quizzical gre. “*#!^*,” she said again in the unintelligible nguage. The man responded, “*!#%##!#%#@*,” in a sad tone. All of a sudden, she started crying. I didn't understand why. I might comprehend it better when I grow up a bit.

  Six years ter

  The pce I have reincarnated into is a completely secret pnet with almost no simirities to Earth, besides the fact that life exists. It seems to be called "Asora" or something like that, and it is a gas pnet orbited by asteroids. There are two whales orbiting the pnet, which serve as the main food source, ultimately making whale burgers. Oh, I forgot to mention, just like you, I don't seem to have a father.

  "Aaron, supper is ready," I hear my mother calling my name.

  I am allowed to go around the asteroid as much as I want, except during lunch, supper, and bedtime (breakfast does not exist in this world). "Alright, coming!" I yell back. I get up from my reading, run over a hill, and glide using my wings. I feel a rge amount of force coming at me from the side. I lose my already fragile bance, fall over, and so does the person who bumped into me. She was a very cute girl who, back in my original world, would look like the shy type with her purple hair. We looked into each other's eyes and blushed. I scrambled to get up and gather all of her things.

  She gets up and helps, which ends up with our hands touching. This, of course, makes us both really embarrassed. (Wait a minute, isn't this the Lord's daughter?)

  "I am so sorry," I stutter to her, realizing her position.

  "It's all right; I should have been looking where I was going," she replies in a cheery tone.

  "I meant about touching your hand," I blush just talking about the fact I touched the hand of a noble. I was above middle css but still nowhere near the social status of a noble.

  "It's fine; it's not like nobles are not allowed to interact with commoners or anything," she replies, confirming my suspicion. The recoil of these words makes my head fly backward in embarrassment.

  I finish gathering her things and leave after saying a formal goodbye.

  "Okay, but next time, don't be so formal," she replies.

  (What a nice person... wait, next time?)

  philpil2010