Earthland, the Kingdom of Fiore.
In a magnificent world where magic is the foundation for all phenomena, magical beasts roam in the depths of mountains and forests with unparalleled abilities. Some wield the power of elements, while others, using pure physical power, shatter mountains.
In this world, magic can be used for almost anything, from flying to high skies to cooking delicious food. This is a world where personal power is supreme. Some wield magic to control other people's minds; some use this power to harness the power of celestial spirits; and others wield the power to slay demons, dragons, and gods.
Situated in a remote area of the Kingdom of Fiore, amidst a valley, is a village surrounded by rivers and mountains named Wyrm Village. Wyrm Village is peaceful, a trait born from its remote location and underdeveloped infrastructure. Devoid of common entertainment, the villagers make their days pass by with gossiping and making fun of each other.
In the northwest corner, backed against a hill, stands a house with a stone foundation and a wooden roof. It is mostly gray, a color shared by most houses in the village due to the prevalent use of stone as a building material.
A baby's sharp cry pierced the night's silence, throwing the peaceful village into a riot of noise. Demons and animals stirred as chickens clucked and cows mooed in disturbance.
Inside the house, the air was thick with the scent of herbs and boiling water. A woman with a gentle, kind aura lay in the bed, her body pale but her face radiant with happiness. A man grasped her hand, saying in a gruff but loving voice, "Thank you, wife, for your hard work."
With a hoarse voice filled with anticipation, the woman said, "I want to see my baby."
Nearby, the midwife was cleaning the newborn with a warm cloth. Hearing the woman, the midwife handed the baby to the man. The man, finally seeing his child, was filled with the intense emotion of fatherhood. After clinging to the baby boy for a few seconds, he reluctantly handed the baby to the woman. Finally, tearing his eyes away from the mother and child, the man turned to the midwife, his eyes filled with gratitude, he said, "Thank you, Maise."
Maise was a woman in her forties, considered old by the village's standards. She was missing both of her upper incisor teeth, a detail that became visible every time she smiled. The rough edges of her face spoke clearly of a life where time and hardship had taken their toll.
As Old Maise cleaned her hands with a clean cloth, weariness was etched across her features. Setting the cloth down, she answered Knight with a warm, gap-toothed smile. "No need for thanks, Kael. It is my job, my purpose, and my honour to bring a new life to this village." She glanced at the swaddled baby, whose cries were beginning to soften. "Though I would say he will be quite a fighter," Maise added with a soft laugh.
Hearing this, Kael, who was also listening to the fading clucks and moos from outside, laughed in agreement. "That, I'm sure he will be."
Hearing the praises of her son from her husband and the midwife, the woman, weak from the ordeal of childbirth, was filled with a deep, glowing pride and happiness.
As she looked at the baby, she could see that the boy had taken after her mostly, though she could also see that her son's nose resembled her husband's. Although all she could really see were strands of hair and wrinkly skin, her mother's instinct was already speaking loudly. As she was gazing at her son, Knight's eyes were filled with worry. His wife was tired from the ordeal, and he could see she was staying awake only through sheer willpower.
He spoke in a gentle tone, "Honey, are you alright?"
Maise could see that Knight was worried, so she added softly, "Yes, Lydia, you should get some rest now."
Lydia was utterly exhausted, but the excitement and adrenaline of giving birth were still coursing through her. Yet, she could see the deep worry etched on her husband's face. As she gently gazed upon her son, she thought of the love her husband had given her and the time they had spent loving and caring for one another. The thought that her son was the ultimate gift of their love washed over her, accompanied by countless memories of their time together—through both happiness and sadness.
She said in a soft but firm voice, filled with love and gentleness, "Amoris Wyrm. That will be his name. What do you think, husband?"
Knight, hearing her, was filled with an overwhelming sense of love. He looked at his wife, her face pale with weariness but her eyes shining with love and gentleness, and said, "Yeah, Amoris Wyrm is good."
Maise, a silent spectator, also felt the profound love between the husband and wife and silently gave the couple her blessing.
But unbeknownst to the three people, the baby's eyes were gazing at them, shining with an unusual intelligence and a mischievous light.