Rumble!
In the night sky blanketed by dark clouds, dense thunderbolts struck one after another as the wild wind howled and wailed.
At the small-town hospital in the eye of the storm, dust and dead leaves swirled all around. Window frames creaked, and beneath the flickering flashes of light, the entire building was torn and twisted into all manner of grotesque shadows.
"Waaah..."
A loud infant's cry echoed through an elegantly furnished recovery room.
At once, the figure sitting in a chair beside the bed, keeping watch, jolted awake from a half-dreaming state.
Illuminated by the intermittent lightning outside the window, the young priest's features and fit frame came into view. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, black ankle boots, a cassock made of Kevlar fiber, and a cross pendant hanging from his chest.
"I'll do it..."
Hearing rustling from the bed and a faint cough, the young priest frowned slightly, rose voluntarily, and picked up the endlessly crying infant from the cradle beside the bed.
However, having virtually no experience caring for babies, the priest held the child stiffly and awkwardly, making mistake after mistake.
"Let me do it."
The white-haired woman in the bed could no longer bear to watch. She propped up her frail body, took her daughter from her husband, and gently cradled her in her arms. While humming a Nursery Rhyme, she picked up a warm bottle and tried to soothe her daughter.
Yet for some reason, their daughter continued crying incessantly tonight.
When the white-haired woman inadvertently touched her daughter's skin, her expression changed slightly. She looked anxiously toward her husband.
"Kirei, Kallen is burning up. Is she sick?"
The young priest, standing woodenly before the bed, seemed to receive an order. He stepped forward, picked up his red-skinned, wailing daughter, and examined