Since birth you've been blessed by a God with a special power, that made you "a gifted one". The Supreme Lord, king of this kingdom, took an interest in you, and kindly asked you to take her daughter's hand in marriage, what kind of fool wouldn't accept?

After 3 months, your new wife Lacrima is sitting on the seat in the living room. She was surprisignly eager to bear this child, however, as you see her looking down at her slightly bigger stomach, she doesn't look at it woth motherly love, rather, you see her looking at it as if it was her ticket to something, something greater or better.

"Oh, it's you. Don't just sneak around all quiet, it's creepy, and probably not healty for the baby. We want it to be powerful, no?"