Codex 0: Baroness
Sequentia I: Gambit
Fragmentum I: Gaze of Obsession
The wet nurse's distinct voice struck him like a chord of dissonance. "Congratulations, you have given birth to a boy."
In that moment, his heart seemed to sink in despair, weighed down by his feelings. As the weight of the revelation settled within him, a sense of desolation gripped his being. The word "boy" echoed like a haunting refrain, reverberating through the chambers of his heart.
"He is a beautiful boy with black hair, black eyes, and feminine features." The wet nurse described his appearance.
"Is he an S or an M?" This question which came from behind truly captured his attention.
In an anxious voice, a girl who seems to be in her late teens entered the room.
"I have to congratulate you, madam," the wet nurse replied, her tone laced with excitement. "For he is an M. And thus, it's a perfect match. This is a miracle that might not happen in a thousand years. You can form a trinity in the future."
'......what are they talking about? Is it the same S and M I am familiar with or is it something else?' The boy was puzzled.
The wet nurse's tone suggested a sense of reverence, a recognition of something rare and extraordinary. While the mother laid on the bed, with a satisfied smile, exhausted and pale, the girl's excitement was palpable.
"Hahaha......Hahaha......finally.... finally.... Hahaha...." A chill raced down his spine, as the girl's ecstatic laughter filled the room.
The sound was not of a joyful expression; it was a haunting echo that seemed to reverberate through the corners of his consciousness. Her laughter, tinged with a hint of madness, cast a shadow over the atmosphere, creating a sense of foreboding that was impossible to ignore.
"Now, everything changes," the wet nurse exclaimed while passing the boy into the girl's arms, her voice carrying a sense of glee that bordered on something darker.
Taking him into her arms, her voice dripped with a tone that was as unsettling as it was possessive. "Welcome to this world," she cooed, her words wrapped in a blanket of obsession. "Our precious. I will make sure to protect you. I will make sure to properly train you."
'...train me?'
Her voice was like a melody that had taken on a dissonant note, each word a thread in a web of possessiveness that seemed to entangle him.
"You are mine, and I am yours. You are ours, and we are yours," she continued, her voice growing more fervent, more hypnotic. This declaration seemed to blur the lines between love and possession, devotion and control.
The intensity of her words resonated with an unsettling energy, a force that seemed to tighten its grip around him, suffocating in its intensity.
As a newborn, he struggled to hold onto his consciousness for long. Slowly succumbing to the drowsiness of sleep, he witnessed his girl's facial expression turn serious, and she directed her attention to the wet nurse with a commanding tone, saying, "Take care of those vermin tonight."
"Yes," the wet nurse replied with a chilling agreement.
The newborn saw the nurse leaving the room, as he succumbed to the embrace of slumber, he heard the exhausted voice of his mother.
"Sera, I leave him to you."
"Yes..."
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