On the continent of Ishgar, in the capital of the Kingdom of Fiore—Crocus.
This city, embraced by blooming flowers, is famed as the "City of Blossoms." At its very center stands a vast and magnificent estate—the Ducal Manor of the Viviamilio family.
Though it was already late at night, the manor remained brightly lit, as if it were daytime.
Outside the delivery room, a tall figure stood in silence.
The man was powerfully built, with a resolute and handsome face. His golden eyes shimmered like sparks, and his black hair was meticulously combed back. Dressed in luxurious noble attire, he exuded an imposing presence without even needing to show anger.
He was As Viviamilio, a powerful duke of the Kingdom of Fiore, the king's most trusted right-hand man, holding authority second to none.
In ordinary times, Duke As was calm, dignified, and decisive in judgment, never revealing the slightest unnecessary emotion.
Yet now, this high and mighty figure had both hands clenched tightly, his gaze fixed on the closed door, his brows filled with barely suppressed anxiety and concern.
Inside the room were his beloved wife—and the child about to be born.
And yet, there was nothing he could do but wait outside, silently praying again and again for the safety of both mother and child.
Time passed second by second, and the air itself seemed to freeze.
Servants hurried in and out, their footsteps quick but utterly silent, as the entire manor was shrouded in a tense and solemn atmosphere.
Just as As's heart rose to his throat—something changed!
The pitch-black night sky was suddenly torn apart by two dazzling streaks of light! One was a deep, distant azure glow, carrying an ancient, boundless aura—like that of a great yokai from another world.
The other was a brilliant seven-colored radiance, warm and gentle, brimming with life and fortune.
The two lights intertwined, instantly enveloping the sky above the ducal manor.
As's pupils shrank as shock nearly stole his breath.
He saw it with absolute clarity—before his disbelieving eyes, the two small yet incomparably pure orbs of light, one blue and one multicolored, moved as if conscious, shooting straight through the door and into the delivery room at a speed impossible to follow with the naked eye!
The entire process lasted only a few seconds.
The lights came abruptly—and vanished just as quickly, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never existed.
Had As not witnessed it himself, he might have thought it a hallucination brought on by stress.
And at the exact moment the lights vanished—
"Waaah—!!"
A loud, clear, and powerful cry rang out, utterly unlike the weak wails of an ordinary newborn, piercing the silent night.
As if in response to that cry, the dim night sky gradually cleared. Stars began to sparkle, and a bright full moon rose high above, as though heaven and earth themselves were celebrating the child's birth.
The tension in As's chest instantly broke, replaced by overwhelming joy.
The door soon swung open, and a middle-aged blonde maid rushed out, her face full of delight, her voice trembling with excitement:
"Your Grace! Your Grace! The Duchess has given birth! It's a young master! He's very healthy—and incredibly adorable! And… and on his forehead, there's a natural blue crescent mark. It's absolutely beautiful!"
"Good! Wonderful! Hahaha!" As burst into laughter, all his days of anxiety swept away.
"Steward Robert! Pass down the order—every servant in the manor is to be rewarded! Generously rewarded!"
"Yes, Your Grace!"
The servants all smiled, sharing in the joy of the duke's heir—and the rewards soon to come.
Unable to hold back any longer, As strode swiftly into the delivery room.
Inside, the air was warm. On the bed lay his wife, Alice. Though her face was slightly pale, it did nothing to diminish her breathtaking beauty and noble elegance.
What surprised As slightly was that Alice appeared far better than most women after childbirth—there was none of the usual exhaustion or weakness, as though the delivery had taken little toll on her.
Clearly, those two streams of light had benefited the mother as well.
"Alice, you've worked hard," As said, his voice unconsciously softening.
"It wasn't hard at all," Alice replied with a gentle smile, carefully lifting the swaddled infant beside her.
"Come take a look at our son. See this crescent mark on his forehead—don't you think it's special?"
As carefully took the child into his arms.
The infant did not resemble an ordinary newborn—there was none of the wrinkled, reddish, frail appearance.
His skin was smooth and fair, his features delicate. He breathed steadily, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. Even now, one could tell he would grow into a remarkably handsome young man.
Most striking of all was the faint blue crescent mark at the center of his brow, like a divine sigil, radiating an otherworldly aura.
"Hahaha! This is my son! The heir of the Viviamilio family—the future duke!" As felt his heart surge with excitement.
"My dear, give him a name," Alice said softly.
As gazed at the child in his arms, pondering briefly before speaking:
"Arlen. Arlen Viviamilio."
"Arlen…" Alice repeated softly, her eyes filled with approval. "Like the lotus—pure and noble. It suits him well."
As gently returned Arlen to Alice's side. Then, after quickly scanning the room to ensure no one else was present, he shut the doors and windows one by one, his expression turning serious.
Alice frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"
Lowering his voice, As spoke with grave seriousness:
"Alice, listen to me. At the moment you gave birth, a phenomenon appeared outside. Two streams of light entered the delivery room—one blue, one multicolored."
He paused, then said word by word:
"The blue light carried an ancient, almost demonic aura. The multicolored one was warm and peaceful, filled with life and fortune."
"I believe our son has been blessed by two worlds. That crescent mark may not be a birthmark—it could be proof of that blessing."
"Our son, Arlen, has borne the blessing of two worlds from the moment he was born!"
Alice's eyes widened in shock as she instinctively looked at the sleeping infant in her arms.
Hearing her husband's words, the more she looked, the more extraordinary her son seemed—his presence faintly blending a sacred and demonic aura unlike anything ordinary.
In Earthland, the existence of gods and otherworldly powers was well documented in ancient texts.
And now, such a phenomenon had truly manifested in her own child.
"This is no small matter. A dual-world blessing is far too extraordinary. If word gets out, it will attract countless forces—and may even bring catastrophe upon our family. This must never be revealed," Alice said firmly, quickly grasping the gravity of the situation.
"I understand. From now on, we'll say Arlen was born normally. The crescent will be described as a natural birthmark. Nothing else is to be mentioned," As nodded heavily.
With that settled, the seriousness on his face melted once more into boundless tenderness and affection.
No outsider would ever know that this stern, cold, and unyielding duke could show such warmth and gentleness.
All his patience, care, and love were reserved for the wife and child before him.
The room glowed with soft light, filled with warmth and harmony. Outside, the stars shimmered, and moonlight spilled gently across the land.
In this vast world where magic and guilds coexist, where danger and opportunity intertwine, a child named Arlen Viviamilio was born under the blessing of two realms.
And his legend… had only just begun.