A dark room.
There was a little white egg in the basket placed by itself.
The moonlight shone through the window.
The man, who loosely tied his long black hair together, squatted with a worried face and looked at the egg.
What a strange thing to do.
It's already been a week since it was supposed to hatch, but nothing has happened.
"That's strange."
The Astrophels were very precious, but they never failed to hatch.
They're a family famous for its powerful vitality…
"…Hm. Are your pheromones deficient?"
The man, who had narrowed his eyes and smoothed his chin, sighed.
It was right to say that there was no hope since it was well past it's hatching date.
It was then.
A visit was held that would not be tolerated by anyone other than those permitted.
"Baon."
"… My lord?"
A cold voice came from behind.
He had black hair like the man, but he had an atmosphere that seemed to be more dangerous.
It could be shown in the dark that the flashing red-eyed man was not human.
The cool-looking man stared indifferently at the basket.
"I guess not yet."
"Yes, it is."
Tsk.
The man flicked his tongue at Baon's answer.
That's it.
He drew his eyes without hesitation.
"The third one won't hatch."
It was a cold judgment.
Although his child had not been born, he did not seem to be very impressed.
There's already two descendants who have hatched.
Baon looked bitterly at the last egg, which had not seen the light of the world.
It was only three months old, but it wasn't until now when he became attached.
"You were born weak."
"Good for you. You wouldn't have been able to do my part even after you were born anyway."
The man stood in front of the basket.
The feeble wriggling energy was worn out, but it was about to dissipate.
"Tell me that there are two descendants in the family."
"Yes, sir."
The man, who was indifferently staring at the egg, turned around as if he didn't need to see any more.
Because he could no longer feel any energy from the egg.
It was that moment.
Crack.
A miracle happened.
Crack. Crack.
The egg started to move.
Baon opened his eyes wide with surprise.
The man who was about to leave the room also stopped walking and turned around.
Tik. Tik.
He could feel the movement from the inside to the outside in earnest.
A piece of eggshell fell to the floor.
"Really, now…!"
"Yes. It's being born."
The man's eyes narrowed. He could feel a faint life.
Why was the black mamba's energy so weak?
He didn't see the moment when the first two descendants hatched, so the man went away for a while, Pii-! He heard a cry.
"Pii-!"
At the same time, there was silence in the room.
"What is that?"
"… It's a bird."
A pure white ball of cotton, not even the size of a palm, was flapping its dainty wings.
It was very trivial to peel off the skin on it's head.
Still, they couldn't take their eyes off it, so the two men watched it with their breathless eyes on it
The baby bird, finally freed from its shell, seemed to have lost all its strength.
It's eyes seemed to close at any moment as it began to doze off.
Sure enough.
"Pii…"
It fell asleep with a tingling sound.
It looked amazing.
He couldn't believe it fell asleep after hatching. For the first time in his life, the man looked at Baon.
Baon had his mouth open with a look of stupidity.
Soon, the man's mouth twisted upwards.
"Explain, Baon."
The birth of a baby bird from the Astrophel Family, which symbolizes the black mamba. He needed an explanation.