So I've been isekai'd… well, it's not like there was anyone left in that world for me to care about anyway.
Maybe it really was Ann, Victors mother, who summoned me here. Right before I collapsed onto my keyboard, I heard a faint voice in my head—it really did sound like hers.
Thanks to the memories fusing together, Victor now knew that the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, had been executed less than a month ago.
He muttered to himself, "The Great Pirate Era is about to begin… If you've got no strength in this world, you're just prey. Just like this town."
With a sigh, he turned to look at the little girl sleeping with her head on the bed beside him. She had deep red hair.
His memories told him she was Rebecca, the neighbor's kid, a year younger than him. From the layout of the house, he also figured out he was currently in Rebecca's home.
Victor (referred to as such from here on) sat up and stretched. His body wasn't injured, and now that he was awake, he didn't need to stay in bed anymore.
He reached out and gently patted Rebecca's head. It didn't feel awkward at all—more like instinct.
Rebecca woke up, grabbed his hand, and said with delight, "Victor, you're finally awake! You've been unconscious for three days!"
"Three days? Huh… So merging with a kid's memories knocked me out for three whole days?" Victor thought to himself.
"Victor, you haven't eaten anything for days—you must be starving! I'll go get you something!"
Rebecca noticed he still seemed dazed, so she quickly ran off.
The moment Victor heard the word food, his stomach let out a loud growl!
"I've been out for three days… and who knows how long I was lying under that bed before that? No wonder I'm starving."
"When I crawled out from under the bed, I didn't see the original body's parents. Looks like someone came and moved the bodies already."
Not long after, two figures entered the room.
In addition to Rebecca, there was an elderly woman with silver hair and a wrinkled face—Rebecca's grandmother, Maria.
She carried a large tray stacked with food. When she saw that Victor had gotten out of bed, she smiled warmly and set the tray down on the nearby table.
Maria looked at him kindly and said, "Little Victor, how are you feeling? No aches or pains anywhere?"
"I'm alright now, Granny Maria," Victor replied. "I passed out from emotional shock, but I'm okay. You don't need to worry."
"I'm really sorry about your parents, dear. But you've got to stay strong and live on," the old woman said gently but firmly.
"I know… I will. I'll live well," Victor answered seriously.
Maria seemed relieved to hear that. She told him to eat first—everything else could wait until after he was done.
And so, Victor devoured everything on the tray—and he still wasn't satisfied.
He was still hungry, but felt too embarrassed to ask for more. After all, this wasn't his house.
Maria, however, was a bit surprised. The old Victor could never eat this much—half that would've filled him up.
"Little Victor, are you full? There's plenty more in the kitchen. Rebecca, go get some more food for him. Poor thing's probably been starving these last few days!" she chuckled, seeing how much he wanted more.
Victor gave a sheepish smile.
He'd eaten so much and still wanted more. It felt a bit shameful. But someday, he'd repay these two—for now, all he could do was be grateful.
Rebecca's parents had both served in the Navy. Her father was killed by pirates during a mission. When her mother, stationed aboard a ship, heard the news, she became distraught and ended up dying in battle not long after.
Now it was just the grandmother and granddaughter living here on Lyep Island. If not for the Navy's monthly martyr stipend and help from kind neighbors, they wouldn't have survived this long.
Seeing how embarrassed Victor looked, Maria gave him a gentle smile. "Go on and eat, dear. Granny may not have much money, but there's enough to keep food on the table."
"When the pirates left a few days ago, they didn't take any food—just the money. So the town still has enough to eat."
"Your parents helped me so much while they were alive. I won't let you go hungry. From now on, you'll eat your meals here with us."
"Once you're done eating, I'll take you to visit your parents' graves… Poor child, what a tragedy for your family."