บท 503: Learning To Speak

Selma Payne's POV:

How would one take care of a five-centimeter small child? The answer was that no one knew. This strange pregnancy didn't make me produce breast milk, so the nurse held the bottle and pointed it at little finger's needle-sized mouth.

Fortunately, Naiad didn't seem to need to eat. The child's stats had not changed since birth, maintaining a strange stability.

Rather than saying that she was healthy, it was more accurate to say that her mimicry was set to a fixed program, so it would never change. For some reason, I thought Naiad wasn't as young and ignorant as she looked. Her eyes were full of understanding.

However, her mimicry was still immature, and her vocal cords were not developed well, so she could not say anything except cat-like meowing.

Three days later.