Path of The Dragonborn

Chapter 1: Empire's summer, newborn boy



In 1189, the Great Empire of the Western Semria, the southern Kruchin State of the Erebonian Empire, Dasix Town near the lakeside town of Regram.

A middle-aged silver-haired man sat in the lobby of the largest building in the town center. He looked calm on the surface, but his gritted teeth and slightly squeezed hands pointed out his inner tension.

Although it was a scorching summer outside, his forehead was constantly sweating.

It will be fine, he secretly told himself that it will be fine.

He tried hard to make himself ignore the rushing noises, gasping and screams coming from the bedroom on the second floor. He told himself that the best doctor in the town had also come, and the nuns of the Qiyao Church, and even the head of the diocese had personally come with precious secret medicines, and that his wife would be fine, certainly not.

Finally, as if a century had passed, the door of the side hall was slammed open, and the two servants rushed out of the room and shouted loudly: "Viscount Lord, you are a father! It's a boy! Madam is fine too!"

The anxiety turned into ecstasy in an instant, and the man called the Viscount suddenly stood up and rushed to the side hall on the second floor in three steps in two steps.

The faint smell of blood has not disappeared, but a relaxed expression is written on the faces of everyone in the room.

My wife, who had suffered a dystocia all day, was lying prostration on the bed, and two nuns from the church were taking care of her. On the armchair beside the bed, the diocese who looked very tired was sitting. It seemed that he had used the secret method of the church too many times in a short time.

The doctors in the town were carefully scooping out a bowl of medicine from the big bowl and carefully admonishing the servants in the house. And in the long and gentle arms of the maid, she embraced the little figure that the man had been looking for in her heart.

"...Your child, Master Viscount, congratulations." Perceiving the man watching her, the woman holding the child gently sent the baby into the man's arms. There seems to be nothing wrong, it just feels that there is a little bit in the voice of the maid's maid... sorry?

After taking over the infant child, the man looked at the little life before him with pity. Just like other newborn babies, there is no difference, a reassuring sleeping face, small lips, soft skin and smooth breathing.

The man gradually eased from the tension and pain just now, and began to experience the joy of being a father. He tightened the swaddle wrapped around his child, and carefully returned the child to the hand of the maid.

He walked 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: "...Unexpectedly, the birth of our first child would make you so wronged and painful...Thanks for your hard work, Lily." After watching his lovely child , Look at the appearance of his wife lying on the bed again, the man is grateful and guilty from the bottom of his heart.

"Haha... I have worked hard for you too, Warners... You must be waiting outside... It is very hard..." The woman seemed to struggle to sit up, and the nun next to her hurriedly pressed her back to the bed and ordered Don’t move, she needs to rest. The woman had to lie back on the bed again. She looked at him calmly and asked softly: "This child... very much like you... When he first came out... he cried very little. ...The eyes are the same as you...purple...cough..." I just woke up from collapse and talked so quickly, and tried to sit up, Lily finally coughed, and the person next to me hurriedly brought a bowl of medicine. When Lily finally calmed down, she continued: "Come and give this kid a name... honey..."

"Take a name..." Warners thought quietly for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands: "Or, just call him Heiliger! It is said that this word means Heiliger in ancient Semria What about the'sage'!"

"Holy man..." Lily was lost in thought. After thinking for a while, she smiled and said, "Although I hope not to put too much pressure on him, so that he can live a healthy and happy life... But this is fine, if he can be like It’s not bad that the saint has the noble quality."

"That's it!" Warners, who was a little excited, walked quickly to the head maid, took his own child, and said formally: "From today on, your name is Heliga Kholzwill (Heiliger·Kreuzwahl), I, the hereditary viscount of the Erebonian Empire, the sole heir of Warners Kreuzwahl!"

After all, he lifted the child high, and the bright summer sun shined in through the glass, like the loving attention of the goddess of the sky, giving this new born statement a lofty blessing.

The harsh sunlight also awakened the sleeping baby. The baby opened his eyes and looked directly at the eyes of this man with purple pupils like him.

The humble southern town of the empire, the side hall in the Viscount’s mansion, is full of joy and comfort. Generally speaking, this may be just an inconspicuous little story among countless imperial nobles, but for this continent, for Semria, the agitation and change began at this moment...

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"Master, this is an invitation from Viscount Kholzwill." After hearing the voice of the old housekeeper, Regram, a small town north of Darsix, the lord who was doing official duties in the study I stopped writing.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man took the envelope and opened it to look at it, "Your Excellency Kholzwill is so happy that he specially set up a banquet in Darsix Gardens, and invites me to go.

"...Isn't it in the name of the lord, but in the name of the same sect brother?" The old man was a little surprised.

"Yeah...it seems that he still has regrets about the things of the year, and doesn't want to cut off his...existence in the martial world." Viscount Alside whispered, seeming to recall the past.

After a while, Viscount Alside raised his head and said solemnly: "Klaus, you come to write a reply, and say I will go, let him prepare the wine, we will reminisce about the old." Called Klaus's The butler bowed, resigned and left.

"...Are you still struggling with this matter..." Viscount Alside sighed alone, looking down at the documents on the table.

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"Khorzwil's invitation?" The capital of Kruchen State, the emerald capital Baryahat, and the Duke of El Barea, the Duke who was dealing with busy official duties, stopped writing a bit after hearing the news. .

"Yes... Viscount Kholzwill has a son recently and specially sent out an invitation to invite you to the banquet."

"...I'm very busy, please reply to him. I don't have time." The Duke replied almost without thinking.

"...Understood, I'm sorry to disturb you." The servant bowed and saluted, and the Duke just waved his hand to ask him to leave the study.

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


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