Hello.

I greet you with great glee as I introduce you my situation.

I am... well I don't really know my name or my real age, but I know one thing...

I'm not a guy...

Currently, my name is... Altus von Braun. Al is fine. I am a 5 year old SON of a MAFIA DON.

Or so I would like to introduce myself.

I am a... older woman? Who is currently stuck in a body of this young cute child.

I like to use Al as I'm having a hard time accepting my birth gender.

I am purely assuming that I was a girl in my past life as I have this great knowledge of women's nessesities. I was of great help to my mother as a young child.

I wasn't expecting her to die so early on though.

That is right.

To make the scene I'm currently in more clear.

I am a 5 year old reincarnation, whose mother passed away only recently. I don't know who my father is. I'm currently attending my dear mother's funeral.

I made such an introduction simply because my mother often said that my father was and still is special. She often spoke of him as if he was dead. Telling me how much my black hair and golden eyes looked so very much like his. How my mature and quiet demeanor and the fact I was as tall as a 3rd grader at the age of 5, made me extremely similar to him.

She would show me her silver shiny ring and tell me about my father every night before going to bed with her eyes shining like gems.

I cannot say I wasn't curious of my father.

Any man that a made a woman as beautiful as mother that man crazy must've been amazing.

But in the end, or rather soon after... my mother started to lose her shine.

It seems that I wasn't all that old and wise in my previous life, as I had no idea what was happening to my mother.

As I was about to turn 3... my mother's demeanor changed. She never hit me or yelled at me, so no I don't mean her personality. She just... suddenly became very sick.

She had a hard time waking up or just... breathing. Because of that she lost her job.

The only way my mother could earn money for us was by working as a hostess, but she loved her job. She was a strong drinker after all!

Because of her weak constitution and the fact that she had lost her job, she didn't really keep up her "beautiful hostess" act at home anymore either. She didn't shower or brush her teeth, didn't eat...

My beautiful mother had earned a lot of money from her job as a hostess. Having enough money kept us from getting separated. Thanks to that as well and her willingness to at least keep me, her son, alive she would but 10,000$ at the side for her every paycheck. Even the ones after she got fired. The child money, ALL of it was also put at the side just for my expenses. While mother spent the rest of hers on her medical bills and the basic foods we needed.

Due to her failing health, she ended up hiring a caretaker. Other then the night visits, I almost never saw my mother.

So you could say that Im feeling too much at the funeral right now.

I feel like crying, I truly do.

But I can't. Because this is a battlefield.

As you might have guessed, mother loved me enough to belittle herself.

She was a capable hostess but there's no way she was a top one. The club wouldn't have just let her go if she was.

The most her pay could have been was around 12k monthly. It seems a lot until you think about everything that I told you up until now.

My kind mother, gave all her money to me after she died. There is a will and it states and tells about all of the money that was put at the side for me as time went on.

Mother never spent anything from that. She never cared about money. So the amount just grew over the 5 years I have been alive. Not to mention mother's savings and her bank account. They are all full of money...

If I cry now... someone will claim me and my money with me.

As I'm the owner of the money.

So I can't cry. I can't show my sadness to anyone.

I don't want mother's hard earned money, to end up in the hands of my relatives, who never reached out their hand towards mother, towards me.

Never.

Marrionatte Rosemary von Braun.

That was my mother's name.

Beautiful golden curly hair and charming Hazel eyes that would stop men from breathing.

That is how I would describe my mother.

There was not a man that didn't want my mother.

"Now please just sit here and let me check you."

That is why I wasn't surprised at the fact that the first thing that they did was put me into a hospital to check me throughly.

"Hm. He seems to have golden eyes which is a big sign of great Demon Blood flowing through his veins. Was his mother a demon?"

And from what the hospital has suggested. I seem to be a high level pure Blooded demon. I had no idea that was a thing until just now. What a weird world I'm a part of.

"Well our family had a pure demon once in the past but that was so long ago... we have lost all demon traits long ago..."

My greedy aunt just shook her head and I could just grin on the inside.

Good. The reluctance on her face tells me that demon children seem to be hard to take care of. I won't end up in aunts hands.

I'll have to do some research after I get home.

After the funeral there was a "Feast of Grieving" in mine and mother's house. From what I understood from the gossip, it is usually held by the closest family of the deseased.

If the individual is married and/or has children already the feast is held by that family. It is looked down upon the family that holds the fiest for the deceased in the name of the family.

However, I had no father and I was not allowed to go into the house after my mother died.

So in the end it was held by my grandmother and grandfather that I had never met or saw in my whole life.

Later I was put on to lead the Ceremony of saying goodbye to my mother.

Making a 5 year old drink alcohol was the most disgusting thing I saw in a long time.

After drinking they finally started discussing what they will do with me.

Most of the attendees were older people. None of which wanted to take in a young boy whose father is unknown. They saw me as a subject to be ashamed upon.

So the elders decided to attack the young newly married couple.

The wife was a distant cousin of my mother and had a good relationship with her... apparently.

The young couple of course refused, as they had a young baby at home. They didn't want a toddler near the child.

So the suggestion of seeing my health came up.

If I'm sick like my mother, the richest couple will take me in and get help from the country.

Which I don't want.

Through the whole discussion not once was my opinion asked.

"He seems perfectly healthy and well taken care of. May I ask where is the caretaker of this young child. I wish to ask from some advice for my future young demon paitens."

The doctor that was checking my body just put a lolipop in my mouth and pat my head as he looked at my aunt.

"Sadly... my precious niece passed not too long ago..."

She began to weep. Ah such a talent at faking. Must be hard to be such a top notch actor...

I just sucked on my lolipop that tasted like strawberries as my aunt pat my head.

"I'm sorry for your loss. And the little ones father? Is he near here?"

Ah doc. You asked her a wrong question.

"The little ones father is quiet far away. We still haven't heard of him, hohoho!" Avoiding the question won't help your case.

As I was focused on my lolipop a sneaky nurse put in a needle to draw some of my blood. I felt the pain and looked at her at which she just smiled and counted until she was done.

I tried my best not to cry.

"Mama said, that Papa is important!"

To ignore the pain and make sure aunt stays away from the idea of adopting me I decided to speak about my father.

"She says that he looks just like Al!"

The doctor that was focused on my aunt and her crocodile tears, turned to look at me with a bit of surprise.

"Hoo. And do you know your father's name?"

I shook my head but I knew what to use here.

I took out a golden necklace that my mother always kept near her. She always told me

""This is a sign of Papas family, and the sign that he was a great warrior just like you will be in the future!" is what mother always told me."

My aunt that had not heard me speak once yet quickly took the necklace from me and smiled at the doctor.

The doctor looked at my aunt and the spoke to me.

"Can I look at the necklace?"

"Yes! Of course Sir!"

"Thank you."

Shortly after the doctor sent a nurse out and returned with a tall man in black.