Birth of the crowned Princesses?!

The thunder booms down even fiercer outside, the air splintering apart from the thunderous clap. Akiyama sitting in the chair calmly.

As if a switch has been flicked. bags prominent under his eyes, struggling to even remain awake, his vision blurring in and out.

As his emotions seem dead, the head butler walks in, taking a glance at him. Sighing, "my lord please get some sleep it the dead of the morning."

He glances back at the butler smiling "I'll be fine It's only been 2 days. I've stayed awake for far longer" The butler sighs.

"you are mentally exhausted. Your hand is struggling to hold on to that glass, meaning you are also physically exhausted, as well as your violent actions in the room, to capture the assassin."

" You are utterly exhausted. Please rest for even 20 minutes in that chair." Akiyama bluntly stares down. "shut up" he says a loud.

The butler's eyes widening at his expression of emotion. The butler narrows his eyes. Walking out of the room, he goes to the kitchen.

Glancing at the maid working there, they both nod. He turns the stove on, heating up the kettle before pouring it into a cup of tea.

Crushing something in a mortar and pestle, he adds a small amount to the Tea. he takes it away. The maid sighing before returning to her duties.

He sets it down in front of Akiyama; the man taking it too tired to care about what inside of it. Gulping down a mouthful.

He sets the glass mug down dazedly, wavering, his head turning slightly before his eyes narrow and dim, his sight blurring even more.

Sitting up, he leans against the back of the chair. He dozes off the butler, sighing as the halberd shakes, violently crackling slightly.

The blood mist burst out surrounding him. It remains stationary, circling him, the butler staring in confusion and shock.

a sludge like substance leaks out of it, merging with the Windigo turning into a solid slime like a blanket that flexibly moves over him.

Him still asleep as it covers his body, shifting according to accommodate his body. The eldritch manifesting an eye before shifting the seat to a bed.

Going back in, she Siphon her mana into the creatures shielding him. Keeping their maintenance ebon simply nodding using his gauntlet.

he hears the blanket carefully up to 37. Degrees the bacteria attach to the blanket only to be devoured by the sludge.

"what the hell am I watching" he was carefully observing the creature. The mist simply remaining circling well. The blanket adapts to the body's requirements.

"he is completely protected by them. What are they" he wonders the information of his creatures primarily restricted to the military just as the secret base underground is.

The maid enters the room. The butler shushes her immediately as she nods, carefully walking over to him. "She enters the final stages and is recovering."

He nods, stamping his foot loudly. Akiyama's eyes dart open before he stands up, the creatures returning to the halberd.

"What the hell did you put in my drink Regan" the butler smiles. "Just a little trick I used to do for my little girl." he walks towards him ready to punch his face in.

"Your wife has to enter the recovery stage" His eyes widen, lowering his fist, he runs past them. "She in the 5th room of the hallway!"

Regan yells at him. Akiyama stopping moving back to the 5th room, he enters loudly, waking an exhausted Lythinma. an animalistic growl resounds.

Before loud crying echoes out, he freezes. Feeling the stare of a glacier at him, he slowly walks towards the baby cradle.

Glancing in at "Her?" Lythinma slowly giggling with the little energy it has. "Yes, it's a girl honey," he smiles. "well at least my mistakes won't fuck her life up completely.

"Watch your language dear" he scratches the back of his head "force of habit" she stares at him "well break that habit."

He sighs, picking her up, the girl remaining silent, her eyes slightly teared at the new thing in front of her. She reaches her hands up, grabbing his nose and lower lip.

he smiles, the motion scaring the girl she burst into tears yet again, the butler walking in quietly and standing still at the corner.

"come along Regan," Lythinma says, allowing him closer to the Princess. He bows, lightly taking off his dirty gloves and putting them aside.

Before walking towards Akiyama patting his shoulder, the man turns to him. "Huh oh Regan," his eyes widen, "wait, when did you get here?"

The old man smiles "5 minutes ago" Akiyama coughs off, slightly embarrassed at not noticing the butler. He lightly places his hands.

under Akiyama's hands moving them accordingly "this is how you hold a newborn" he moves 1 of Akiyama's hands below her back, the other under her head.

"Keep her as straight as you can," Regan says Akiyama nodding "exactly how much experience do you have with this kind of thing Regan."

the man goes blank thinking back and counting back "about 19 years is how long I took care of my daughter and wife"

He nods. "What happened to your wife" the old man goes silent, his face losing all empathy. "She was ill yet still pushing herself."

Akiyama nods "apologizes to bring up such a painful topic" the butler shakes his head "it's to be expected of the Lord"

Lythinma growls, "don't say such political stuff around her," Lythinma mutters weakly. Akiyama, laughing lowly, Regan smiling.

Akiyama set her down, a blanket covering her as the blood mist hovers about the air. He sighs, pulling it back before yawning.

"Regan," the butler glance at him bowing, "I want you to stand outside Lythinma and … " he was carefully trying to think Lythinma sighing.

"Lilliana Saku Akiyama" He smiles "Lilliana and Lythinma" he bows "yes my lord" Akiyama leaving the room. He enters room 4.

(rough translation, Lilliana is just a lily which is a symbolization of innocents Saku means as far as I can tell blooming or bloom and Akiyama Autumn wind so Lily blooming autumn wind as if a lily was blooming in Autumn)

Carefully shutting the door, he falls into the bed, passing out instantly the same thing happening again. The blood, mist, however, spreading out through both rooms.

Lythinma sniffs the air. "Hmm, his blood mist," she mutters, rolling to her side, carefully still in pain from having Lilliana. She closes her eyes to get some rest.