Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

A kid dressed in thin dirty clothing spotted Nier, stood up from the ground and happily shouted: “Sis Nier!!” The children came out of all different places in the slums like rodents coming out of their dens. All of them were filthy and giving off steam. I honestly can’t stand that smell. It wasn’t because it smelt bad, but because of the chemical smell on them. Where did these children just come from? Nier didn’t mind it at all. She didn’t care that her cape would get smothered with hands prints and hugged a few of them.

The children revealed happy smiles. They crowded around Nier and spoke non-stop. Their gaunt faces were flush from the cold. Their bodies were so thin it looked like the wind could blow them away.

I noticed that their hands were covered in frostbite and blisters from burns. Nier quickly noticed it too. She grabbed the hands of a girl in front of her, pitifully stroked her small hand covered in frostbite and wounds, and said: “What… what… what happened to your hands?”

“Because it’s cold.”

The children looked at Nier. They looked at her thick white cape with envy. They looked at each other’s thin clothing they wore in all four seasons of the year, smiled bitterly and said: “It’s cold at home, so we go out to look for firewood in rubbish dumps to burn……”

Nier looked at the children’s hands and felt it hurt herself. She held those small hands tightly. Her gaze carried pity and despair. She could only protect the children’s’ hands at times like this, but she couldn’t hold their hands forever. Her cape belongs to the Valkyries. It’s something the empress bestowed upon her so she could never give it to the children.

But at the same time, Nier had nothing. She had no means of helping the group of children.

Winter is a boring season for the empress and me. We’d drink wine, eat snacks and watch actors and actresses put on romantic and heroic plays. There is never a need to be concerned about keeping warm in the palace. There’s never been a lack of fire wood in my room. However, winter is a time where these children struggle to survive as they hang on by a thread. The poor have no income during winter so they have to find ways to brave the cold and get through it.

There’s no firewood and no cotton clothing. While the empire is flourishing, poor people will always exist.