Chapter 1: The Beginning After Once.

It was around three hours before dawn, in Buena village, located on the outskirts of the Marches of the Boreas Greyrat Dukedom, Asura.

There was a notably large estate that seemed almost out of place given the modest surroundings and nearby homes.

Inside this house, a gorgeous woman with a wonderfully blonde hair lay in postnatal.

Although it have become somewhat softer now compared to a few moment before, her breathing was still too erratic with an unnatural redness on her cheeks.

She was terribly exhausted, a heavy sweat oozes from her skin, and clung to her in a sheen that accentuated her awkward posture.

Despite having endured more discomfort than compared to her whole life for the past seven hours however, a remarkable strength and determination was still etched onto her face.

On one hand, it was true that childbirth felt unimaginably bad physically, on the other, the emotion of joy that accompany her pain could all but overwhelmed her dislike for it.

Though her body may be weak, she was fully awake and excited, weakly glancing sideways, at the backs of her hubby and their maid steadily, silently anticipating the baby she'd just birthed to be brought to her.

Contrasting her bright, jubilant, although strained expression were the other occupants of the same room, ugly and tinted with gloom.

Look at the father who was on the verge of tears and the maid, who was still refusing to deliver the news to her madam.

The reason of this contrasting grim ambiance upon the estate in the time which was supposed to be only joyous was due to the state of the baby.

The baby, it was a boy, incredibly adorable for sure.

His skin were soft and smooth, with a little ears that were perfectly honed, a nose that was perfectly formed, with the most striking being the beauty marks that were on his cheeks, just like his father's, right below the eye.

Just by listing the perfection that the boy bore, nobody could acknowledge the definite wrongness that also present itself.

The father, the man whom bore a naturally proud facial structure of the south, right now could only try his very best to keep himself steady.

Oh how much more comfort he would have felt if his armed was chopped off instead.

Sniffling to himself as softly as he could, and using his palm to wipe the tears that threatened to erupt each time he did were the only action he could take to comfort his heart.

The maid on the other hand was holding the baby that was delivered just a few moment ago rather cautiously, as if trying to hide him just out of sight from her madam.

The expression on her face were mostly monotone, because she was unwilling to proclaim aloud what was.

And, as if attempting to stretch the silence to its absolute limit, slowly and gently she wiped off the yellow fluid that were trickling from the little mouth of the baby.

But, perhaps because of impatience or because of the unwillingness to wait for more, there was a soft, very exhausted voice reverberating from her rear.

"L-Lillia, is, is it a boy, or a girl?" It ask.

The maid knew the voice was addressing her, and it was by her madam who she ought to serve.

Even then, Lillia didn't respond. It was not easy to know what to say.

'Normally anyone should understand by now, but...'

She gazes down at the silent new born, 'But it is also quite natural to cope and escape this way too..'

On the other hand, hearing his wife who was clearly anticipating this moment as much as he did, the only man in the room could no longer hold himself back, and he bellowed out an involuntary cry.

The sound was ugly, because he pushed out all of what he had attempted to suppress before.

His voice were terribly cracked and his sobs were loud accompanied by loud hiccups.

He collapse down and crouch, coverind both of his eyes with his palm without saying anything.

"H—honey??What's wrong?" His wife asked, her voice became a little bit more hesitant than before, like she was now starting to get what was going on.

"Is everything fine? Lillia, Paul?" It was the loudest voice she could manage, "WHY WON'T ANYBODY ANSWER?!!!"

Even then, the maid was still serenely gazing down at the baby without flinching, silently contemplating what to say.

The skin she saw were pale, and the temperature she could feel was becoming colder, his little hands were becoming limp.

It was only natural because she was now detached from her mother, and his breath was no more.

"Sigh..."

"Is, is everything all right?" Her madam ask hesitantly, and began crying.

Perhaps she hoped her intuitions were wrong. What a stupid women.

And, finally, maybe the maid has judged that it was enough, with a solemn expression, she finally turn and faced the woman who was laying on the bed.

"Madam..." She hesitated, Lilia could not voiced what she wanted still.

And, turns out she needn't to worry herself, as the tearful woman has already set her eyes upon the limp body of the baby.

A brief gasp escapes her, but no air follows, with her chest locked in the air.

While laying still and her body tense, her breath momentarily trapped her, like the air she usually inhaled gained several mass.

She has her mouth open, as if she was trying to inhale, but it was impossible because something inside her was constantly pushing the air out.

Her eyes were wide and her trembling lips slightly apart, yet no sound could emerge.

The quietness that settled was thick, heavy and uncomfortable with the strain of that fleeting moment where her own lungs denies her breath.

Lillia, the maid was also too heartbroken to witness the miserable state of her madam any longer, thus shifted her gaze downward.

like that she approach the bed and layed the still born baby down.

"Madam Zenith, try taking a breath," She suggested, but still without looking at her.

Raising her hand, she thump onto her madam's back lightly, caressing it up and down to assist her breathing.

And finally, the mother manage to wail out loud.

While sobbing, she moved closer to her baby desperately, which was hers and hers alone.

Even exhausted, she softly cradled the baby who would have become a handsome young man, if only he'd live.

"Aaah, aaahh. Paul, My baby... My baby is." Her voice was not loud. But the sadness embed in them were tragically clear.

"DO SOMETHING PAUL!" She shouted.

But there was nothing he could do, his husband was no God.

All the mother could do was pressing her lips to her baby over and over and over again, hoping for a miracles that should not occur.

But suddenly, while she kissed on his soft cheeks.

She withdrew swiftly and like someone in hysteric, look at the maid who was promptly startled.

"The baby, My Baby, He's Breathing, my, He LIVED." Her voice were cracked and her words disjointed.

Naturally the maid hesitated to believe her, as she had herself make sure the baby did not live.

"Madam—"

"Guu? Aa... Ga?"

"!!!!!!"

"!!!!!!"

"ZENITH!" The father who had broken down by himself had suddenly Jolted up and moved closer to the bed quickly, "Is That!—"

He was unable to continue his sentence, as a pair of eyes, clearly with sentience inside them was curiously looking his way.

And he was not alone in feeling utterly suprised.

The maid was too, wide eyed.

She stood still as the couple who were previously mourning their child has a happy, joyous celebrating cries this time around.