Winter, Dragon King Calendar Year 413.
Night had long since fallen, and a bitter wind howled wildly through Buena Village.
The gale swept up the lingering snow on the ground.
It seemed intent on devouring the last traces of warm light and heat inside the wooden house.
As usual, Cui Ciyou had finished his training for the day.
After washing up, he was about to blow out the lamp and go to bed.
Bang, bang, bang...
Urgent knocking sounded at the door. When he opened it, Paul stood outside.
"C-Ciyou, buddy! Z-Zenith... she, she seems to be going into labor!"
"R-Rudeus is at home looking after Zenith... b-but... hurry! Come help!"
Paul's clothes were disheveled and his hair was a mess. His handsome face, which usually wore a rakish smile,
was now filled with panic and fear.
He was so out of breath that his words had become incoherent.
Seeing him like this, Cui Ciyou felt utterly exasperated.
Seriously...
Paul already has a six-year-old son.
Yet here he is, completely at a loss again now that his wife, Zenith, is giving birth.
Besides, what normal person leaves his wife, who's about to deliver, in the care of a six-year-old boy?
Sure, I know Rudeus has the soul of a thirty-four-year-old adult inside him.
Then another thought occurred to Cui Ciyou, and his urge to complain grew even stronger.
And shouldn't your first move at a time like this be to find the village midwife or a physician?
Why come to me, your neighbor? Paul, has the wind blown all sense out of your head?
Even if this remote little village has no midwife or professional physician,
there ought to be a few women with childbirth experience who can help.
Though countless thoughts raced through his mind, Cui Ciyou did not