I got reincarnated in the world of Attack on Titan

My Pov

That day, I spent the last of my energy getting my body the protein and nutrients it required before I could finally fall asleep.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention that it seems like I'm in a religious place right now.

Because the middle-aged woman and the old woman I saw earlier appeared to be dressed in a dark black robes that covered their entire bodies except for their faces, palms, and the soles of their feet.

Resembling a nun here on earth. However the two of them are wearing all-black robes, but the robes have a white collar on them. Additionally, the robes have many gold ornaments and symbols that I have seen before.

It seems I've really been transported into the world of Attack on Titan...

However, due to a lack of evidence, I am unable to say with absolute certainty that this is the case.

After that, a few days passed, and I, who can see now, could discover a great deal of detail that I was previously unaware of.

Even though the only people I had seen so far were the old woman and also the middle-aged woman who took care of me every day, from the conversation they had, I could tell that they really were some kind of nuns here. So my guess about this place seemed to be correct.

If you ask me how I can understand what they're talking about, the answer is simple. I don't know.

Because although I was only a baby at the time, I was capable of comprehending each and every meaning of the words that came out of their mouths.

Also, if I was in a religious place, I would know for certain that I was an orphan because there is no way that I could have been the son or daughter of a priest or a nun.

In addition, I had the impression that I had been moved to a specialized nursery because, on one occasion, I awoke in a room that was entirely comprised of cots in neat rows.

I also heard a lot of baby voices coming from the baby's crib on my left and right, and even in recent times, I've also been frequently roused from sleep by the sound of a baby crying in the cot next to me.

I wonder how I was able to survive the few months that I lived in this place, in the same room as those ear-destroying monsters. I guess it's because I don't remember what happened during that time.

Because of this, from this day forward, I will be extremely grateful if I can sleep for a longer period of time, and I will even hope to be able to sleep throughout the entire day. However, even though time seems to pass quickly, I believe that it does not pass fast enough.

Because if I were really in the world of Attack on Titan, I would immediately be confronted with the terrible Titans, and I do not know my current timeline.

I mentioned earlier that the old woman and the middle-aged woman who took care of me wore clothes and ornaments that looked familiar because their appearance was that of a member of a religious group that was located within the walls.

The conclusion that can be drawn from this is that either Maria's wall has not been breached or I live in the most remote part of Wall Sina. This is due to the fact that the environment in this location is peaceful.

But other than that, the fact that I am still a baby in this world means that there is a chance that I will die at a young age. For instance, I could be killed by being struck by collapsing debris, or I could be accidentally stepped on by a Titan.

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"sigh..."

When I think about all of that, it makes me feel dizzy and hungry at the same time. Essentially, as a newborn, there is only one option available to me at this time, and that is...

"uwahh... uwaa... waaa..."

Of course, I didn't just start crying for no reason. Rather, I had a strategy to maximize the attention I received from the beautiful middle-aged woman who looked after me.

If it's true that this place is an orphanage, then it sounds like I got off to a rough start in life. Therefore, I feel the need to differentiate myself from the other children living here by establishing my uniqueness. But, of course, the reason for this is to establish connections.

I could hear the door opening not long after that, and it's a good thing none of my neighbors were crying as well. If they had been, I wouldn't have had anyone to blame but myself for my bad luck.

"uwaa..."

The moment I've been waiting for has finally come around, and I can finally see her face. It appears that I cried in the middle of the night because the middle-aged woman was currently dressed in her black pajamas, not much different from her nun robe.

As the middle-aged woman lifted my frail body into her arms with a worried expression on her face, she said.

"What's the matter, little one? Are you scared?"

After hearing her question, I can't help but want to nod my head because, at the very least, I want to act like a miracle baby who can understand what she's saying even though I'm only a few months old.

But the thing that worries me is that if I do that and they think I'm a baby demon or something, I'm sure I'll get dumped right away, or worse, dropped off the wall to be eaten by the titans. I don't want either of those things to happen.

Because these religious groups have a lot of influence within the walls depicted in the series Attack on Titan, all of that is, of course, possible. If they wanted to make the secret sacrifice of a baby, I don't think anyone would interfere with them in any way.

"Waaah... uwaah..."

Because I couldn't stop crying, the middle-aged woman took me to a room that appeared to be her bedroom.

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After that, the middle-aged woman helped me onto her spacious bed slowly and gently, and she subsequently laid down next to me on the bed.

"Don't worry, I'll let you share my bed for the night, sweetie."

The woman spoke to me in a gentle tone as she lay facing me, and as she did so, her hands did not forget to pat my body gently in the hopes of stopping my crying.

I then toned down the volume of my crying because I didn't want to be an ear-piercing monster, but that doesn't mean I'll stop crying tonight because I haven't reached my goal yet. I haven't even come close.

When a middle-aged woman hears me crying, for some reason, the first thing that crosses her mind is that I'm hungry. Fortunately for me, this is always the case.

Even though her expression appeared sleepy and exhausted. The woman then began to unbutton her clothes and began showing me her breasts, which were not small in size and had a smooth and soft texture.

And considering that she has taken on the role of a nun in this place, I have no doubt that she is still a virgin. Furthermore, based on the sheer number of infants present, it is highly unlikely that this middle-aged woman will be able to care for all of them.

Therefore, it is possible that another caregiver has been appointed to each of the infants, and it is also highly likely that once the children reach a certain age, they will be relocated to a different place.

Because during the entire time I resided in this place, the children I interacted with were only two to three years old, in addition to infants like myself...

"Here, I'm sure you're hungry."

My daydream was interrupted when the middle-aged woman next to me suddenly brought her breasts closer to her face.

Because I had no other option, I started passionately sucking her pink nipples. However, because I could not move my body freely, the breastfeeding session resulted in me becoming exhausted and falling asleep.

In the meantime, without me being aware of it, the middle-aged woman looked at me while I was sleeping with a strange look in her eyes.

After that, the night returned to its peaceful state, and there was no longer the deafening sound of a baby crying.