The Night fell.
Birds chirped their last notes, the castle servants scurried like stressed ants, and little four-year-old nobles were supposed to be tucked into bed with fluffy pillows and overpriced magical plushies.
But not tonight.
Tonight… was the first night of Luciel's new life. And what was waiting for him?
A four-year-old elf wife in an oversized frilly nightgown with arms wide open, smiling like she just won the lottery.
> "Darling! Let's sleep together like always!"
Like. Always.
Now, for any normal adult man who just reincarnated into a four-year-old body and found out he had a literal wife, this would be the part where the brain blue screens.
And ours did.
Our dear MC stared blankly, thinking:
> "Sleep… together? As in, same bed? Same blanket? Same breathing space? At this age?! BRO, WHAT IS THIS WORLD?!"
But Aeris just giggled and grabbed his hand. No hesitation. No shame. Just pure, innocent wife mode activated.
And here's where it gets better.
You remember the original Luciel?
That whiny, arrogant, emotionally constipated gremlin that used to live in this body?
He HATED this.
> "Eww she's annoying. Why does she keep calling me darling? I'm a lone wolf. Grrr."
Yeah, shut up, you edgy toddler.
This is why you died of magical mana overload at age four. Too much tsundere, not enough brain cells.
Back to the good Luciel—our reincarnated king.
He had never been this close to a girl in either life. In his past life, the only thing that called him "darling" was his alarm clock (and even that stopped after he threw it).
So when Aeris snuggled up next to him in bed, her tiny hands wrapping around his arm, he didn't resist.
He froze.
He short-circuited.
He died again—but this time from cuteness overload.
> "I'm… married. I have a wife. I HAVE A WIFE. I HAVE—"
"Darling," Aeris whispered. "Why are you so stiff? You're acting weird again."
And what did he do?
He cuddled back.
That's right.
This reincarnated man-child, former loser, now snuggle god, wrapped his arms around her like a knight claiming his holy relic.
Aeris smiled like an angel. "Yay… now we'll be more comfortable in the future~"
…
WHAT FUTURE, GIRL?! YOU'RE FOUR!
But hey. She said it. "Future comfort." That's all the excuse he needed.
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Meanwhile, deep in the mental basement of this body, the ghost of OG Luciel was watching like:
> "W-Wait, no! You're not supposed to like her! I spent MONTHS avoiding her nose boops!"
And our MC?
He mentally flipped him off and said:
> "Pipe down, discount Sasuke. You fumbled. I'm fixing your trash."
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So there they lay.
Two kids.
One bed.
Zero shame.
A little elf girl, peacefully snuggled up to her "darling," and a reincarnated soul having a spiritual crisis while enjoying it way more than he should.
The servants peeked in once to check.
Saw the scene.
One of them cried.
> "They're just like the Lord and Lady when they were young… sob…"
Yeah, sure.
Except this time, the Lord was an ex-salaryman who used to microwave cup noodles for dinner and cried during dog commercials.
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End of Chapter 2.
Coming up in Chapter 3:
A sword fight between four-year-olds?!
Magical training with a wife who refuses to lose!
And Luciel being publicly humiliated by a bunny plush.
Because nobility is hard.
And marriage at four?
Even harder.
Want it? I'll write it ..