Just before dawn, in a forest where it was dimly lit and foggy, I saw two figures, a man and a woman.

If you look closely, you can see that the woman is holding a baby in her arms, which is probably about a month old.

The expression on their faces as they looked at the sleeping baby was one of deep sorrow and ... a little bit of fear.

Hey, you. Do we really have to abandon this child?

'How many times have we talked about this? I can't leave this child, a cursed abomination who brings mischief, in the city.

'But, but! Just because your eyes and hair are black doesn't make you an abomination!

'Black eyes and black hair are a sign of an abomination! It's not like you don't know what happened to their cities and villages as a result of raising the abominations they were born with!

・・・・・

Unable to say anything to the man's swordsmanship, the woman dropped her gaze to the baby, who still looked pleasantly asleep despite the loud shouting, and wept.

''...I'm sorry I yelled at you. I don't want to give up my own child for the love of it either. If I don't abandon that child, it will be a problem for everyone in the city, not just us.

Well, the king ordered me to... well, you know...

It can't be helped, I tell myself, and a sob mingles with those words.

'I'm sorry... I'm sorry...'

The woman hugged the baby in her arms, apologizing over and over, so as not to wake him up.

She held her child, who she would never see again, so that she would never forget him.

And so that my child, who is about to head out on his or her own mortal journey, may be left with a little bit of my warmth.