I Was Forced To Regress As A Necromancer With Infinite Charm

"Your baby is healthy now, but he won't stay that way if you don't feed him, your highness."

The nurses laughed as they pointed out how eager the newborn seemed, his tiny fists curling and uncurling in hunger. After carefully cleaning away the remnants of birth, they swaddled him in a soft cloth and handed Aaran to his mother, Amara. That was when the quest notification appeared before him.

Wasting no time, Aaran, despite his limited control over his newborn limbs, nudged Amara weakly. The nurses couldn't help but watch their tender love with smiles.

But the warmth in the room vanished in an instant.

To everyone's shock, Amara lifted the newborn by one leg, dangling him upside down. The carefully wrapped cloth around him fell to the floor as if it were an afterthought, as she scrutinized every part of her baby.

The nurses rushed forward to intervene, but Amara's icy glare rooted them in place. No one dared to cross her. It wasn't surprising. After all, Amara was one of the seven virtues.

Unlike the name suggested, Amara's position wasn't anything grandiose. She was simply one of the seven awakeners of her generation, also known as the warrior queen who fought the demon lord.

What was an edgy title as warrior queen doing on Earth? Well, technically, it wasn't earth but an alternate timeline.

Aaran had died on the actual earth because of the gods' negligence. As compensation, they chose him as their champion, granting him reincarnation in an alternate world known as Elysium.

At first, Aaran thought he had a great life. Born to parents hailed as heroes and showered with divine favor, his new life seemed perfect.

But the gods, ever cunning, had other plans. Little did he know he was being played like a fiddle by the gods he cherished so much. At least that wasn't the case anymore.

Everything should be peaceful right now.

Born in the era of peace, Aaran had only heard of Elysium's troubled past through the Glories of the Seven Virtues, a book dedicated to the seven virtues and their victory over the demon lord.

Even in the book, Amara was a ruthless, cold-blooded warrior, feared even by the other virtues. So much so, his father, Lucien Von Brick, broke his celibacy vow when Amara proposed, or more like instructed, him to marry her.

Lucien didn't mind. He had always been in love with Amara, yet his vow had kept him from ever acting on those feelings. While rumors said Amara had coerced him into marriage, the truth was she knew of his vow. That's why she forced his hand to break free from celibacy, for him to embrace life as any human would.

The religious sects around Elysium would typically have branded her a heretic for coercing a priest. But her fierce reputation, coupled with the fact that she had slain the demon lord, silenced any discontent they had.

But why was Amara looking at her baby's every inch of skin?

Only a fool would believe the religious sects would swallow such an affront to their pride without seeking vengeance.

On the day of their wedding, the priests cursed Amara and Lucien. A curse that didn't affect them, but any offspring they might have. According to the curse, any children born from their union would be stillborn or, if they survived, afflicted with demonic traits—or worse.

Naturally, the priests didn't dare curse them openly. They weren't afraid of the public backlash but that Amara would decorate their heads in a pyramid like she did with the demons.

Instead, they conducted a forbidden ritual in secret, summoning a demon to carry out their vile scheme.

For the past decade, they've been successful. None of Amara and Lucien's five children had lived beyond their first minute of life.

Every time Amara's due date approached, Lucien would be on his knees praying. He wanted to take their sins on himself, pleading with the gods to save his kid.

This time, the gods listened to his prayers… or so he thought when a maid informed him about Aaran.

Aaran was the first newborn that survived for over ten minutes, thanks to the gods watching over him. That's why Amara was looking at her son so strangely.

Only when she was certain he was truly alive, his tiny chest rising and falling steadily, did she finally relax. With a trembling smile, she cradled her son tenderly in her arms.

Aaran was unaware of it. After all, it was the first time he was in control of his mind as a newborn, and the secrets of the curse were yet to be revealed to him.

For now, he instinctively buried his face in her mother's bosom.

It was strange. Aaran felt his mind split into two halves. One that controlled his infant body, acting like the baby he was, and the other where all his knowledge and experience of nearly two centuries remained intact.

"He's a fierce eater," Amara smiled at her baby. "As expected of my offspring… my baby, Aaran."