Six years later, on the outskirts of a remote village in the territory of the Rellios Kingdom, stood a two-story house at the edge of the forest. Ard, paced back and forth in the living room with a tense expression. The atmosphere in the room was heavy. Mirea held a five-year-old boy in her lap, Beatrice held a three-year-old girl, Alicia sat with a four-year-old boy, and Milia held a three-year-old boy. Rosalind sat with a four-year-old girl, Claudia cradled a cute six-month-old baby girl, and Pyria held a one-year-old girl. Besides the children, all of their faces were tight with anxiety.
"Honey, why don't you sit down for a moment," Claudia said.
"She's right, husband; you're making us all nervous," Milia added.
"Sorry... but I can't stay calm," Ard said, continuing to pace while biting his thumb nail.
"I know that's just how you are—you were like this when I gave birth, too—but try to relax," Mirea said.
