《The Daily Life of Akashi Takabi (Draft I)》Prologue
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The Daily Life of Akashi Takabi
A baby lays in the middle of a giant bed.
The personal bed of the late Viscount Akashi, the baby’s now-deceased father. It has been almost 8 months since it was last used. See, the Viscount could be considered someone rather scandalous, and his marriage was an arranged one. The viscount and his wife slept separately most of the time. The viscount rarely slept alone.
8 months ago though, Viscount Akashi left home to answer the call of the king to head to war.
A war he would never return from.
Many would never return. Even the king himself wouldn’t.
The great war for the Kingdom of Lithari, which saw it face off against a coordinated assault from all of the surrounding neighboring countries at once. The thing that saved the nation is its sheer size, being at least twice the size of the largest of the neighboring opposing nations.
Well that, and it's genius Marshal, Marquis Wyle.
Marquis Wyle had managed to fight off, and successfully counter-invade the largest of the neighboring nations with less than a fifth of their army.
He managed to make the kingdom fall. Around a quarter of the fallen kingdom was then used as a bribe to convince another nation to join the war.
This was the turning point in the war, in which the battle was won a mere 22 days ago.
But regardless, it was far too late. The baby is now fatherless.
And at the moment, his mother is in the middle of dying.
Death due to childbirth complications. Specifically, amniotic fluid embolism. That means that amniotic fluid, which is the fluid that surrounds the baby during pregnancy, somehow got into her bloodstream.
Sadly, fixing something like that is beyond the capabilities of magic and medicine that is even worse than Earth's medieval age. Healing magic may be able to close a wound extremely quickly, and clear infections with spells being created specifically to counter them, but in terms of disease and sickness, this world is rather helpless.
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As such, the baby who was born a mere few hours ago is already going to be an orphan.
The first and only child of Viscount Akashi, despite the viscount having numerous mistresses. The last of the Akashi bloodline.
One of the mistresses enters the room and stares at the baby.
She begins to think.
The baby is the new head of house Akashi.
The house won’t collapse from just a few years of negligence, as the Akashi house has a decent amount of money stored away and the territory is functioning fairly well. It probably would be preferred to keep the child from becoming a ward.
But the house will have difficulty responding to any problems within that time. The main thing keeping the house afloat is that all the houses are recovering from the war at this moment, and that attacking a territory via violent means that's run by someone so young would be horrible for one’s reputation.
As such, the child needs to be raised correctly, since, by the time they turn ten, or they become a ward to another noble, they’ll qualify to be a target for other noble houses to conquer.
At that time, the child needs to at least know how to choose between good and bad decisions on a basic level, so that they don’t become a ward and be swindled out of the territory, and their life.
At that time, all the mistresses will likely be evicted.
If the child learns properly, and I’m the mother figure...
It’ll surely be the key to life in the future.
...
The baby stares at the mistress who just entered the room.
“U2FsdXRhdGlvbnMsIGhvbG9saXZlIHN0YWZmLiA=” the woman coos at the baby
It’s another world’s language. Naturally, it’s not something that can be understood so quickly.
The mistress smiles at the baby, before picking him up and cradling him.
A definite good decision, by all means.
For the baby once lived in another world.
They once lived on Earth.
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