In the year 1189 of the Seven Dawn Calendar, the Great Empire of the Western Semeria Continent, in the southern part of the Kruchen State of the Erebonian Empire, the town of Dasiks near the lakeside town of Regram.

A silver-haired middle-aged man sat in the hall of the largest building in the center of town, looking calm on the surface, but his clenched teeth and slightly clenched hands pointed out the tension in his heart.

Although it was a hot summer day outside, cold sweat was constantly breaking out on his forehead.

It's going to be fine, he told himself secretly, it's going to be okay.

He tried hard to ignore the sounds of scrambling, wheezing, and the occasional screams from the bedroom on the second floor. He told himself that the best doctor in the town had also arrived, and that the nuns of the Qiyao Church and even the rector had personally come with precious secret medicines, and that his wife would be fine, and that she would definitely not.

At last, as if a century had passed, the door of the side hall was slammed open, and two servants hurried out of the room, shouting, "Lord Viscount, you are a father!" It's a boy! Madame is safe too! ”

Anxiety instantly turned to ecstasy, and the man addressed to the viscount stood up suddenly, and rushed up to the side hall on the second floor in three steps and two steps.

The faint smell of blood hadn't gone away, but the relaxed expression was written on the faces of everyone in the room.

His wife, who had suffered a full day of childbirth, was lying in bed in collapse while two nuns of the Church were taking care of her. On the armchair beside the bed sat the rector who looked very tired, apparently because he had used the secret methods of the Church too many times in a short period of time.

The town's doctors were carefully scooping bowls of medicine out of the large bowls and carefully instructing the servants in the house. And in the gentle arm of the maid chief, she held the small figure that the man had been looking for in his heart.

“…… Your child, Lord Viscount, congratulations. Sensing that the man was watching her, the woman with the child in her arms gently carried the baby into the crook of the man's arm. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong, but I just feel that there is a little bit of ...... in the voice of the head maid Bemoan?

Taking over the infant child, the man looked at the little life in front of him with pity. Just like any other newborn baby, it's no different, with a reassuring sleeping face, small lips, soft skin, and smooth breathing.

The man gradually recovered from the tension and pain he had just had, and began to experience the joy of becoming a father. He tightened the swaddling clothes around his child, and carefully returned it to the head maid.

He walked over to the woman lying on the bed, touched her cold fingers, and kissed her cheek again. Realizing that his wife suddenly woke up, he finally smiled: "...... I didn't expect the birth of our first child to make you so aggrieved and painful...... Thank you, Lily. After looking at his lovely child and then at the appearance of his wife lying on the bed, the man was grateful and guilty from the bottom of his heart.

"Huh...... Thank you, Wernas...... You must be waiting outside...... It's hard work......" The woman seemed to want to struggle to sit up, but the nun next to her hurriedly pressed her back to the bed and told her not to move, she needed to recuperate, the woman had to lie back on the bed, she looked at him calmly, and asked softly, "This child...... It's a lot like you...... When I first came out...... The crying is very small...... Eyes are just like you...... Purple...... Cough ......" had just woken up from collapse and spoke so quickly, and tried to sit up, Lily finally coughed, and the person next to her hurriedly brought a bowl of medicine. When Lily finally calmed down, she continued, "Let's give this child a name...... Dear ......"

"Pick a name...... Wernas thought quietly for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Otherwise, call him Heiliger!" It is said that this word means 'saint' in the ancient Semrian language!"

"Saint,......" Lily said with a smile after pondering for a moment, "though I hope not to put too much pressure on him, so that he can live a healthy and happy life...... But that's fine, if he can have the same noble qualities as a saint, that's fine. ”

"Then it's decided!" Somewhat excited, Werner walked quickly to the head maid, took his child, and said formally: "From this day forward, your name is Heiliga Khottswill. Kreuzwahl), I, hereditary viscount of the Erebonian Empire, the sole heir of Wernas Khozweil! ”

With that, he lifted the child alof, and the bright summer sun shone through the glass, like the loving gaze of the goddess of the void, and gave the new birth a sublime blessing to the statement.

The harsh sunlight also woke up the sleeping baby. The baby opened its eyes and looked directly into the eyes of the man in front of him, who had the same purple pupils as himself.

The inconspicuous small city in the south of the empire, the side hall in the Viscount's Palace, a picture full of joy and relief. In general, this may be just an inconspicuous little story among the countless imperial nobles, but for this continent, for Semria, the turmoil and transformation began from this moment......

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"Sir, this is an invitation from Viscount Holtzwill." Viscount Jarseid, a lord who was on official business in his study, in the town north of Dasix, stopped writing when he heard the voice of the old butler.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man took the envelope, opened it and looked at it, "Your Excellency Holtzwell is pleased with your son, and specially set up a banquet in Dasix's Garden to invite my senior brother to go." ”

“…… Not in the name of the lord, but in the name of the brothers of the same sect? The old man was a little stunned.

"yes...... It seems that he still has regrets about what happened back then, and he doesn't want to cut off his ...... in the martial arts world Let's have a sense of presence. Viscount Alside whispered, as if reminiscing about the past.

After a while, Viscount Yarsid raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Klaus, you come to write a reply, just say that I will definitely go, let him prepare the wine, and we can catch up with the old days." The butler, who had been called Klaus, bowed and left.

“…… Are you still struggling with this......" Viscount Yarsside sighed alone, looking down at the papers on the table.

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"Crywil's invitation?" The capital of Kruchen State, the capital of the Emerald Duchy, Baryahat, the palace of the Duke of El Bardia, the Duke who was dealing with busy official business, paused his pen a little after hearing the news.

"Yes...... Viscount Holtzwell has recently been blessed with a son, and has sent out an invitation to invite you to a banquet. ”

“…… I'm busy, please you reply to him I don't have time. Hardly on the subject, the Duke replied.

“…… Got it, sorry to bother you. The servant bowed, and the Duke simply waved him out of the study.

"It seems that because of the policy contradictions in various places, the relationship between the Duke and those local nobles is still so cold......" he thought to himself as he left.