In a bedroom in the deepest part of the Inner Castle, Kelvin carefully carried his swaddled daughter to Baron Duval's bedside.
The Baron was propped up on thick goose-down pillows, his face ashen. He had been gravely injured in a battle to open the Northern Trade Route more than two years ago, and his health had been declining day by day. Now, he found it difficult to even sit up on his own.
"Father," Kelvin said softly, "this is your granddaughter, Cecilia."
The Roton Knight stood silently at the foot of the bed. As the loyal old Knight looked at the Baron, his eyes were filled with concern.
The Baron struggled to lift a trembling hand and gently touched the baby's soft hair.
The downy hair was currently a faint, pale yellow, but everyone knew it would one day become a brilliant gold, just like the Baron's.
"Cecilia... 'Healer of Heaven'..." The Baron's voice was weak. "Kelvin, this was thoughtful of you. May Oriane bless you, my child."
