Chapter 5: Broken Dream formation
After the chat with Bahamut, curiosity got the better of me. I sent a private message to the Spear of Longinus.
"Are you… my sister?"
There was a pause. Then she finally replied, "Yes. My name is Liora Solmere."
My heart skipped a beat. So, it was really her.
She asked what did she look like and I described what she looked like—lavender eyes, silver hair. Then I asked her what I looked like.
"One golden eye, one lavender eye. Black hair with a little white patch in the front. Looks kind of cool, like you're in a boy band."
She laughed. We talked a bit more. Actually, we all did—me, Liora, Bahamut, and the other transmigrators. It was the first time any of us had such a long conversation.
But after about an hour… silence.
None of us had anything to say. We were all the same type of people: overworked, lonely, introverted. We didn't trust each other. We didn't remember much from this life either. And our past lives? Not worth digging up.
Bahamut was the only one still having fun. He said it was entertaining watching a bunch of edgy babies trying to socialize.
And honestly? I got bored. Really bored. So, I cried. Loudly. Dramatically.
The maid from earlier rushed in again, looking concerned.
"Oh dear, what happened?" she said. "Is your diaper dirty?"
She checked. It wasn't.
She tried feeding me a bottle again. I turned my head and said, "Gaa-gaa," like a royal rejection.
She tried singing. Then silly faces. Still no change.
She looked really troubled. "What else can I do? The dream formation should keep him happy… Should I report to the head maid?"
She left me in the crib, worried and confused.
In the group chat, Liora was narrating the whole scene like a sports commentator.
"And now the maid is panicking! Will she bring in backup? Will the dream illusion be fixed? Let's find out!"
I asked, "Hey, does anyone here have a passive skill that resists illusions or dreams?"
The reply was instant.
Everyone: "Yes."
My jaw dropped. Well, mentally. Babies can't really drop jaws.
Bahamut burst out laughing in the chat. "We're basically watching a broken 3D movie, projected by candlelight… under the sun."
I couldn't help but laugh too. No wonder the dream didn't work. We were all immune to it!
Then, the door creaked open.
Another maid entered—older, maybe in her late twenties or early thirties. She had sharp black eyes and her black hair was tied up neatly. She looked serious. Probably the head maid.
I glanced at Liora. She gave me a tiny nod. We both pretended to be dazed—eyes half open, faces blank—like we were still inside a dream.
The elder maid walked over and checked the glowing formation runes carved into the walls and ceiling. She touched a few, murmured something, then stood straight.
"Nothing's wrong," she said calmly. "Everything is stable."
The younger maid looked nervous. "Head Maid Mia… I was wondering. Why do their parents don't meet them?"
Mia nodded. "A good question. It's for their protection."
She continued in a calm, teacher-like voice. "Powerful people—dukes, kings, saints—they give off pressure. Their presence alone can bend the space around them. If that pressure touches a baby's body, it could cause real damage."
The younger maid's eyes widened. "So that's why the baby is kept far away from them?"
"Exactly. After birth, a mother's protective energy fades within half an hour. After that, any nearby power could crush a child without meaning to."
She pointed at the milk bottle. "Even this milk is special. It has bone-forging powder inside."
"Bone-forging?"
"It breaks and rebuilds the baby's bones slowly to make them stronger. Don't worry—there's no pain. It happens over time. But if they put pressure on bones it might misalign or break. So, they are not allowed out of their crib and not to get them bored dream formation is used. "
The younger maid nodded, still a bit overwhelmed. "I heard Duke Garron Thornefell brings his baby to the battlefield."
Mia raised an eyebrow. "He's just showing off. He's using an ancient relic."
"Really?"
"Yes. Years ago, the royal family and the heads of the ducal houses explored a forbidden zone. Everyone came back with powerful relics. Except Duke Thornefell. His relic was considered a joke—just a cloak that creates an anti-ether zone."
"Anti-ether zone?"
"It pushes away all kinds of energy, even the pressure from strong people. Useless in a real battle, but perfect for keeping a baby safe. Now, everyone's jealous."
"Ah, so now he's using it to show off."
"Exactly," Mia said, clearly annoyed. "And relics from lost civilizations—like that cloak—can't be recreated. Even the dumb ones are priceless."
The maids talked a little more, then left, closing the door behind them.
As soon as they were gone, I shared everything in the group chat. Word for word.
Everyone agreed instantly: Duke Thornefell is flexing. Hard.
Bahamut typed: "Our parents are really dramatic."
I chuckled quietly. "Next time I cry, maybe they'll bring toys instead of weird milk."
Liora sent back a baby-face emoji with crossed eyes.
Even though our lives were still weird, dangerous, and full of mystery… it felt kind of nice.
Just transmigrated babies, chatting in a group like some strange online guild.