Episode 1: The Star of the Empire, Born

Episode 1: The Star of the Empire, Born

A vast continent, a long human history. If you consider those who receive the highest love and worship, the answer is easy. Artina's youngest daughter. A princess who was loved by the Empire. An unprecedented animist. Strategist of Fire Appropriations. Ivelia Artina. Having placed not only the rulers of the empire but also the high-ranking demons and spirits at their feet, it is not unreasonable to think that every path walked in life is a flower path, and that every footstep left behind by walking is an achievement. Evelia's autobiography, on the other hand, reads, "I just wanted to have a small, cherished relationship." With complaints that the attachment of the Duke's members, the Knights Templar, the spirits, and other beings who cared for her was so excessive, that the lifelines of several people had been intercepted in order to have a single relationship. It is said that she had a deep relationship with a being who had stood by her for many years, so how could she have achieved the goal she wanted the most? [Renault Continental Great Man Exhibition, Helio Publishing House, 877-page excerpt]

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"Huh"

A dim room where nothing would be seen if she did not rely on the cloudy moonlight.

"El......? Shhh It's alright. It's okay."

The man, who opened his eyes straight to the woman's gaze, held her and soothed her, and soon followed the water on the table and hand-picked her into her mouth. His golden hair, which seemed to have painted the sun as it was, did not dare to sink even down on the darkness.

"...... Hugo, dream...... I did."

"Who dared to harass you in a dream. Catch and die-."

Elysia, who was still listening, closed Her husband's mouth with both hands.

"Don't say the word ban! My baby listens!"

After Elysia had a child, Hugo was given a ban on all the harsh words in the world. The same goes for 'killing'. The only Duke of this Ercadian Empire, a Sword master who searches across the continent and is praised for not daring to touch a fingertip on the battlefield.

"It was a mistake. I'm sorry."

No matter how much he did, he was nothing more than a faithful and well-spoken husband in front of his wife. Elysia, who was enjoying her husband's arms, pondered the dream again and said quietly.

"I think I've had a dream."

Elysia leaned against Hugo and whispered, and Hugo, who was leaning sluggishly on the head of the bed, stood up and sat down.

"What kind of dream was that?"

The sex of the child in the belly had nothing to do with Elysia at all, but Hugo, who was premiered at Massachusetts, really wanted a daughter with great and extreme intensity. Not long ago, I visited a post-writer with whom I had a strong friendship, and I saw Young-Love, who had just turned three, and I was so envious that she resembled the Marquis so much that she had shrunk her intact. For Hugo, who loved the Duchess, it was unfortunate that both the elder and younger sons resembled Hugo rather than Elysia. In the meantime, when I saw a young spirit that resembled my mother in the same way, I wondered how wonderful it would be if I had a daughter who had followed the trail of my beloved wife. It has been since. Hugo began to cling to his daughter to the point that he often wore it before he gave birth to it, until Tamong took it to the point where he was a Zur Shou. He even spent days and nights painstakingly naming his daughter, who would be born later. To his wife, who asked why the ancient word "Evelia," which means star in ancient times, is a name that means star and not sun, Hugo replied.

'The sun has too great a duty. I want my daughter to enjoy status, but to be free.'

The answer was satisfactory, and the name of the unborn daughter had long been designated as Evelia. Elysia smiled lowly to see how much she wanted her daughter, and Hugo put Elysia in her arms again and asked as if she were jogging.

"Huh? Madam, peaches? Lotus? Lilies?"

"I'm sorry, but it's not any of them. It was a place where water and fire came together, and the wind and the ground came into contact. Someone asked me to do a good job and gave me a big beam of light."

To the look on her husband's face that didn't seem to be guessing, Elysia smiled at the spray and added an explanation.

"I'm not sure, but it seemed to resemble the spirit world that was passed down to the ancient books. Perhaps our baby girl who will be born is a child who is loved by spirits."

"Perhaps the light looks like the image of a girl ... It looks like a peach..."

"Uh-huh-."

"But we already have two sons-."

"Tsushi-."

""...... Yes, gender doesn't matter."

The Ercadia Empire is the undisputed loser of the continent of Renault. A continent where conflicts with the Ma people are unremitting. The existence of the Empire's Animism effectively opposes the Ma people, which long ago elevated the kingdom of Ercadia to imperial status. However, its existence was rapidly diminished, and the only animists who contracted with beings of the current rank of intermediate spirits or higher were about a dozen of the Imperial Palace Exclusive Animists and a couple of Academy-serving academies. It had been decades since even the existence of a contract with a higher spirit had not appeared. Therefore, the existence of an animist was desperate for an empire that had to sweep away the remnants of other kingdoms where the Kangan appeared, and the Ma tribes that periodically threatened the continent. Putting all of that situation aside, as Elysia herself was the exclusive spirit of the Imperial Palace who had contracted with the Intermediate Spirits of Water, there could have been nothing more pleasing to her if her child were to be born with the love of the spirits. That morning, Hugo again came to Elysia's belly in a deep sleep and read a children's book featuring a strong, strong princess as the protagonist. Whispering, saying it's a secret to my mom, all night. Duke Hugo, who is only a healthy daughter, has nothing to do with the blessing of the spirits. Elysia the Duchess who is born under the love of a spirit and has no regard for gender or whatever. After a night of different hopes, a quiet star was rising. Buck Buck Buck. Whip-. Buck Buck Buck. Whip-. Cedric von Artina, the second Confucius of the Artina family, looked at my father, the only duke of this empire who had gone back and forth before his eyes in a frenzy, with unusually disrespectful eyes.

"Father, you're sitting down. My mother and brother will be safe."

"Became

Cedric invited Hugo to sit down a little, but Hugo refused to do so. No Father...... I'm so distracted......! Cedric sighed and turned his gaze to the tightly closed delivery room. My father's heart was understandable enough. On the 2nd floor of the spacious peacock house, seven hours had passed since Elysia felt colic and entered the delivery room. It was evening when the sun went down, and it was already the full moon. Still, the child's cry showed no sign of being heard, and only Elysia's painful screams and groans echoed through the intermittent corridor. Hugo wondered if his wife would be wrong or the child wrong. I had been repeating for seven hours the futile thing of trudging through a corridor filled with all sorts of expensive paintings and statues from one end to the other, and then trudging back from one end to the other.

'Both my brother and my brother who are born should be safe. I don't know if he's worried about you.'

Cedric distracted Chimi with anxiety. Thinking about my brother, who unfortunately could not keep his brother's birthplace and left for the North. Cedric's older brother, Arcan, is the eldest son and heir to the Artina family. Even though he was only nine years old, he followed an expedition to the north to punish the Ma tribes for a field trip and observation. Elysia and Cedric had already said that they didn't need to, but Arcan went to his father's office with the quote, "It is a worthy responsibility as the hostile successor of the Duke of Artina." Hugo, who knew how to dry, said it was early to leave at the age of nine, but he was not enough to tour the petty vomit led by the trusty knights of the Artina family, and he gladly sent Arcan north. Cedric could not understand his brother's mental world or his father's mental world. Isn't it old to eat, sleep, and play excitedly when you're nine years old? Everyone knew that he had martial arts skills that were hard to believe to be nine years old, and that his skeleton was relatively grandiose. But it was only when the brother, who had always been with him since birth, left for his limbs, that Cedric could not help but be uneasy. Even today, when his mother gave birth to her brother, there was not a single contact, so Cedric woke up and was worried about Arcan. The moment Cedric's thoughts shifted from worrying about his mother and brother to worrying about his brother,

- Whoa!!!a

A roaring baby cry echoed through the doors of the thick delivery room and through the corridor. Cedric exclaimed, in amazement.

"The cry is the feeling of the Great Commander of the Heavens!!"

Hugo, whose footsteps had just been rushing to the other end of the corridor, used his excellent physical abilities to rush to the front of the delivery room in a single breath. - The door to the delivery room opened and Elysia's exclusive maid and several maids who had been assisting in the delivery walked out, wiping their hands with handkerchiefs. Hugo rushed in and poured out the question like a sock puppet.

"Is your wife safe? What about the child? Do your hands and feet all run? Does the important part depend on or not?"

Yes? An important area...? I didn't hear it well, but......? The maid, who had been puzzled for a moment by the question of 'important areas', quickly recalled how much the Duchess Sir wanted a daughter and a princess, and replied with a smile on her face.

"Both Ma and Baby are safe. A very healthy princess was born. Congratulatory to you, Master."

"He is a very pretty baby who looks exactly like Ma'am. I will reduce it, Master."

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'The sun has too great a duty. I want my daughter to enjoy status but to be free.'

The answer was satisfactory, and the name of the unborn daughter had long been designated as Evelia. Elysia smiled lowly to see how much she wanted her daughter, and Hugo put Elysia in her arms again and asked as if she were jogging.

"Huh? Madam, peaches? Lotus? Lilies?"

"I'm sorry, but it's not any of them. It was a place where water and fire came together, and the wind and the ground came into contact. Someone asked me to do a good job and gave me a big beam of light."

To the look on her husband's face that didn't seem to be guessing, Elysia smiled at the spray and added an explanation.

"I'm not sure, but it seemed to resemble the spirit world that was passed down to the ancient books. Perhaps our baby girl who will be born is a child who is loved by spirits."

"Perhaps the light looks like the image of a girl ... It looks like a peach..."

"Uh-huh-."

"But we already have two sons-."

"Tsushi-."

“...... Yes, gender doesn't matter."

The Ercadia Empire is the undisputed loser of the continent of Renault. A continent where conflicts with the Ma people are unremitting. The existence of the Empire's Animism effectively opposes the Ma people, which long ago elevated the kingdom of Ercadia to imperial status. However, its existence was rapidly diminished, and the only animists who contracted with beings of the current rank of intermediate spirits or higher were about a dozen of the Imperial Palace Exclusive Animists and a couple of Academy-serving Academy. It had been decades since even the existence of a contract with a higher spirit had not appeared. Therefore, the existence of an animist was desperate for an empire that had to sweep away the remnants of other kingdoms where the Kangan appeared, and the Ma tribes that periodically threatened the continent. Putting all of that situation aside, as Elysia herself was the exclusive spirit of the Imperial Palace who had contracted with the Intermediate Spirits of Water, there could have been nothing more pleasing to her if her child were to be born with the love of the spirits. That morning, Hugo again came to Elysia's belly in a deep sleep and read a children's book featuring a strong, strong princess as the protagonist. Whispering, saying it's a secret to my mom, all night. Duke Hugo, who is only a healthy daughter, has nothing to do with the blessing of the spirits. Elysia the Duchess who is born under the love of a spirit and has no regard for gender or whatever. After a night of different hopes, a quiet star was rising. Buck Buck Buck. Whip-. Buck Buck Buck. Whip-. Cedric von Artina, the second Confucius of the Artina family, looked at my father, the only duke of this empire who had gone back and forth before his eyes in a frenzy, with unusually disrespectful eyes.

"Father, you're sitting down. My mother and brother will be safe."

"Became

Cedric invited Hugo to sit down a little, but Hugo refused to do so. No Father...... I'm so distracted......! Cedric sighed and turned his gaze to the tightly closed delivery room. My father's heart was understandable enough. On the 2nd floor of the spacious peacock house, seven hours had passed since Elysia felt colic and entered the delivery room. It was evening when the sun went down, and it was already the full moon. Still, the child's cry showed no sign of being heard, and only Elysia's painful screams and groans echoed through the intermittent corridor. Hugo wondered if his wife would be wrong or the child wrong. I had been repeating for seven hours the futile thing of trudging through a corridor filled with all sorts of expensive paintings and statues from one end to the other, and then trudging back from one end to the other.

'Both my brother and my brother who are born should be safe. I don't know if he's worried about you.'

Cedric distracted Chimi with anxiety. Thinking about my brother, who unfortunately could not keep his brother's birthplace and left for the North. Cedric's older brother, Arcan, is the eldest son and heir to the Artina family. Even though he was only nine years old, he followed an expedition to the north to punish the Ma tribes for a field trip and observation. Elysia and Cedric had already said that they didn't need to, but Arcan went to his father's office with the quote, "It is a worthy responsibility as the hostile successor of the Duke of Artina." Hugo, who knew how to dry, said it was early to leave at the age of nine, but he was not enough to tour the petty vomit led by the trusty knights of the Artina family, and he gladly sent Arcan north. Cedric could not understand his brother's mental world or his father's mental world. Isn't it old to eat, sleep, and play excitedly when you're nine years old? Everyone knew that he had martial arts skills that were hard to believe to be nine years old, and that his skeleton was relatively grandiose. But it was only when the brother, who had always been with him since birth, left for his limbs, that Cedric could not help but be uneasy. Even today, when his mother gave birth to her brother, there was not a single contact, so Cedric woke up and was worried about Arcan. The moment Cedric's thoughts shifted from worrying about his mother and brother to worrying about his brother,

- Whoaaa!!!a

A roaring baby cry echoed through the doors of the thick delivery room and through the corridor. Cedric exclaimed, in amazement.

"The cry is the feeling of the Great Commander of the Heavens!!"

Hugo, whose footsteps had just been rushing to the other end of the corridor, used his excellent physical abilities to rush to the front of the delivery room in a single breath. - The door to the delivery room opened and Elysia's exclusive maid and several maids who had been assisting in the delivery walked out, wiping their hands with handkerchiefs. Hugo rushed in and poured out the question like a sockpuppet.

"Is your wife safe? What about the child? Do your hands and feet all run? Does the important part depend or not?"

Yes? An important area...? I didn't hear it well, but......? The maid, who had been puzzled for a moment by the question of 'important areas', quickly recalled how much the Duchess Sir wanted a daughter and a princess, and replied with a smile on her face.

"Both Ma and Baby are safe. A very healthy princess was born. Congratulatory to you, Master."

"He is a very pretty baby who looks exactly like Ma'am. I will reduce it, Master."

"What...?"

When Hugo's accident, which had always remained agile throughout her life, heard the word "princess" and stopped,

"Princess? You mean sister?!"

Cedric, who had jumped in front of the door of the delivery room, opened his mouth and jumped. He didn't say anything about his brother's being upset when he heard him in the boat, but in fact, both Cedric and Arcan were as desperate for a sister as their father. The two brothers of the Artina family were practicing periodic swordsmanship with the late Cassis writer Yongsik, who sometimes boasted of his sister during the practice. The only thing that Artina's brothers didn't have, but the only thing Ikrian had was her sister. When I brought up this topic, the look in the eyes of the Artina brothers was always curious. As funny as it was, Ikrian had shed even more heated little brother boasting for the purpose of making fun of his brothers.

'What's different about your sister and your younger brother?'

'It's not that small. And Cedric is much cuter than you.'

Artina's two brothers wondered about the very existence of their 'sister'. Even more so because they didn't have it. Somehow, they felt like they were losing to Ikrian, and when they shouted that they were not envious of their sister, they actually recalled in their hearts the words "I am my sister..."

'Okay, Ian Cassis this bastard! I finally have a sister! The cry is General!'

Not knowing if he could enter the delivery room, and without bothering Cedric, who was peeking inside as he looked at his father's eyes, Hugo hurriedly entered the delivery room. It was a long time. The wife, who was lying helplessly with a pale face, was indescribably sad and grateful, so Hugo went straight to the front of the bed, knelt on one knee, and made eye contact with her.

"Madam, you have done a good job. I really struggled."

Hugo sweeps up Elysia's sweat-soaked hair.

“...... Hugo, our daughter...... The princess you wanted so much."

Outside the peacock house, Hugo's eyes, which are synonymous with nothingness, were young. Elysia looked happily into those eyes, and fell asleep. Hugo kissed Elysia lightly, with reverence on her forehead, on her cheeks, and on her lips, and then looked for her daughter, whom she had not so desperately desired. The maid holding the baby handed it over to Hugo's arms. When Arcan and Cedric were born, Hugo, who was a little snug, carefully hugged, whispered, and gave her first greeting, as if touching the petals that would break if they touched her with a hand.

"What...?"

When Hugo's accident, which had always remained agile throughout her life, heard the word "princess" and stopped,

"Princess? You mean sister?!"

Cedric, who had jumped in front of the door of the delivery room, opened his mouth and jumped. He didn't say anything about his brother's being upset when he heard him in the boat, but in fact, both Cedric and Arcan were as desperate for a sister as their father. The two brothers of the Artina family were practicing periodic swordsmanship with the late Cassis writer Yongsik, who sometimes boasted of his sister during the practice. The only thing that Artina's brothers didn't have, but the only thing Ikrian had been her sister. When I brought up this topic, the look in the eyes of the Artina brothers was always curious. As funny as it was, Ikrian had shed an even more heated little brother, boasting of the purpose of making fun of his brothers.

'What's different about your sister and your younger brother?'

'It's not that small. And Cedric is much cuter than you.'

Artina's two brothers wondered about the very existence of their 'sister'. Even more so because they didn't have it. Somehow, they felt like they were losing to Ikrian, and when they shouted that they were not envious of their sister, they actually recalled in their hearts the words "I am my sister..."

'Okay, Ian Cassis this bastard! I finally have a sister! The cry is General!'

Not knowing if he could enter the delivery room, and without bothering Cedric, who was peeking inside as he looked at his father's eyes, Hugo hurriedly entered the delivery room. It was a long time. The wife, who was lying helplessly with a pale face, was indescribably sad and grateful, so Hugo went straight to the front of the bed, knelt on one knee, and made eye contact with her.

"Madam, you have done a good job. I really struggled."

Hugo sweeps up Elysia's sweat-soaked hair.

""...... Hugo, our daughter...... The princess you wanted so much."

Outside the peacock house, Hugo's eyes, which are synonymous with nothingness, were young. Elysia looked happily into those eyes, and fell asleep. Hugo kissed Elysia lightly, with reverence on her forehead, on her cheeks, and on her lips, and then looked for her daughter, whom she had not so desperately desired. The maid holding the baby handed it over to Hugo's arms. When Arcan and Cedric were born, Hugo, who was a little snug, carefully hugged, whispered, and gave her first greeting, as if touching the petals that would break if they touched her with a hand.

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"...... Baby."

The child, who knew well that it was a voice he often heard in his stomach and couldn't even open his eyes properly, but his mouth. Hugo's hands trembled. At least, as he remembers, he never seemed to have hugged anything as small as this. The child's eyes opened upon spraying. Blue light visible in between. Hugo marveled. It was exactly the color of his wife's eyes that he had hoped for. Hugo whispered, swiping a finger over the child's forehead.

"Ibelia. My daughter, if there is rain in your sky, this father will be an umbrella to run to at any time. If there is a path in front of you that is not comfortable, I will break all the flowers of the world and sprinkle them under my feet."

The child, whose eyes could not be opened properly, and whose small mouth was filthy, was precious enough to pass any oath.

"...... Our baby, our daughter, thank you so much for coming to us."

Renault Continental Calendar 1030. That time the stars watch. The star of this empire, the baby who is loved by the spirits, the oath of great beings. Ibelia Artina, who would be called by many modifiers in the future, was born with the warm hospitality of all the peacocks.

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