[Side Story 2] If only I could be sick instead (2)

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A message was delivered to the room, announcing the arrival of Her Majesty. Yona quickly came to my side and helped me up.

Since I had decided to postpone hiring new servants based on the advice to keep only those I could trust, Yona had been mostly by my side.

"You could just stay in bed, Your Highness."

"No, Your Majesty. I can move around enough."

Grace, who had come to the bedroom through the living room, lowered her eyebrows and smiled.

"I rushed over when I heard that the Crown Prince, who always kept watch over you, had left for a while."

It was an understatement to call him a 'watchman'. Everyone knew that he was acting like my 'servant'.

"I apologize on his behalf, Your Majesty."

"No, who would say anything if he cares for his wife? Even though it's a bit excessive, as the father of the grandson who has brightened up the gloomy atmosphere of the royal family recently, it's only natural to understand."

Grace, with her soft voice like cotton candy, placed the items carried by her maids one by one next to the tea table.

"I brought some things from my hometown that are said to be good for pregnant women. It helped me a lot when I gave birth to Epero. Even though your morning sickness has passed, your body must still be uncomfortable."

Grace's gaze, who had always taken good care of me since hearing the news of my pregnancy, worriedly scanned my belly, which was now almost full-term.

"Are you very uncomfortable? Since your delivery is coming up soon, just endure it a little more, Your Highness. If you have a safe delivery, His Majesty the Emperor will even give you the country."

"Yes?"

When a bewildered expression appeared on my face, Grace smiled as if it were cute.

"Why else would I keep coming here even though a pregnant woman needs time to rest alone, Your Highness? It's because of His Majesty the Emperor. He keeps nagging me to take good care of the Crown Princess. He's worried that it might look too foolish to visit his daughter-in-law all the time, so he always sends me instead. Isn't he a cute father-in-law? He's more shy than he looks."

I didn't know.

Since I had been the wife of Noebian after all, and because of the rumors that Bardenaldo had tried to make me the Crown Princess, I thought the Emperor didn't like me.

Of course, it was just my guess because he didn't show me that from his supreme position.

"I think he sees you as a new light that has come into his life, which was full of emptiness."

Grace smiled faintly, full of sympathy for the Emperor.

"And you said you wanted to name your daughter 'Retina', right? After I told him that, he seemed to have overcome his sadness even more."

"I see."

I recalled the face of His Majesty the Emperor, whom I saw once a month at most. Now that I knew his true feelings, it seemed like his usually sullen lips were slightly relaxed.

And then.

"...Your Highness?"

I felt my whole body stiffen, and a terrible pain struck my belly. I had to hold Grace's hand tightly, taking a deep breath.

"Your Highness!"

"My stomach... my stomach..."

Grace's wavering eyes seemed to have grasped the situation and became determined.

"The lady-in-waiting! The lady-in-waiting! Your Highness seems to be in labor!"

While I was talking to Grace, the baby who had been kicking me, going "thump, thump!", was suddenly getting ready to come out into the world.

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"You might die."

"I don't care."

"You really might die."

Roardnes' neat eyebrows twisted.

Lottie reluctantly handed him the pouch he was holding.

Bliere always said, "My brother-in-law is really crazy," but I had no idea it would be this bad.

"If I record history again in this generation, I'll name you 'Crazy Lover'."

"That's an honor."

Roardnes, who had been smiling fiercely, carefully placed the pouch he had received in his bosom.

"If you had asked me to make a potion to reduce your pain, I would have gladly made it."

"You said it quickly. But there would be a price for such a potion. You would experience that pain little by little for a long time."

"..."

Roardnes had studied his own magic so much that he knew a lot. He knew very well that if you achieved something with magic, there would always be a price.

"Adriene should not feel any pain, no matter how insignificant."

With a firm and clear statement, Lottie was speechless.

Lottie folded her arms and scanned Roardnes' attire.

A guy who was always in a hurry to see his wife after finishing his scheming always took care of his appearance like that. He was like a peacock preening its feathers.

Roardnes, who was brushing his hair, gave Lottie a sharp look through the mirror on the wall.

"It would be better to keep it quiet from Adriene, the great magician. My wife is an angel who would feel sorry even for a scratch from a servant like me."

Bullshit.

It was too shameless to say to me who remembered all the naughty things he did with Bliere's body.

Lottie made a gesture to get out with a disgusted face. The blond handsome man, who had removed even the dust from his clothes, nodded briefly in greeting and opened the door to the study.

And the cheeky adjutant of that arrogant crown prince ran noisily towards the door.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!"

"What's the commotion?"

Neil, the cheeky adjutant, looked urgent, unlike his usual lazy face.

"Her Highness has started labor!"

All the blood drained from Roardnes' face.

"Go quickly."

Lottie urged Roardnes, feeling nervous for no reason. But Roardnes turned his stiff face towards Lottie.

His face, which was as pale as a shinigami from hell, had red eyes that lit up like warning lights.

...I was uneasy.

And Roardnes approached Lottie, who wanted to use the banishment as a way to relieve his anxiety.

"What are you doing? Your angel is in labor, you know."

Before he could properly examine the terrifying face, Lottie's small and plump body was slung over Roardnes' shoulder. It was an instant before he could even let out a low scream.

Lottie, who was carried on his shoulder like a piece of luggage, began to squawk and look for Bliere.

It seemed like he had learned the binding magic properly from his 'angel', as an enormous force pressed down tightly on Lottie.

"What are you doing just standing there!"

Bliere, who was called for help, urged Roardnes as if Lottie was invisible, and got on the carriage himself.

Lottie was dropped into the carriage that Bliere had gotten on.

"Damn it!"

Thud!

Before he could even swear, the carriage door closed. When he opened the carriage window with angry hands, the bright blond hair was already far ahead, riding a black horse.

"How dare that crazy guy treat me like this!"

I couldn't just go to the palace while suffering such humiliation. But before Lottie could reopen the carriage door, Bliere started beating the carriage wall like crazy.

"Drive! Drive, you damn horses!"

Overwhelmed by Bliere's even rougher momentum in the violently moving carriage, Lottie was dragged to the palace.

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A terrible pain came.

It felt like my whole body was stiffening, and Olivia kept massaging my arm. Seeing Olivia's terrified face, I was also scared.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you must never lose consciousness. Do you understand?"

"Olive..."

"I can't lose you, Your Highness. You can't go away so easily like Helene."

Olivia massaged my arm and her cheeks were wet with tears. The midwife, who had only taken care of the royal family, looked down with a pale face.

"You have to push harder. It hurts, but your grandson is also going through a difficult time right now."

I knew in my head that I had to be strong.

But the herbal scent that I had lit to reduce the pain made my stomach nauseous, and my body, starting from my face which was red from pushing, was burning with fever. My ears were hot and my bitten lips tasted of blood.

Even though the real labor hadn't even started yet, my body was already drenched in sweat.

"You'll have a safe delivery. Don't think negatively. Alright?"

"Rien. Look at me, Rien!"

My eyes were blurry, and Bianca gently slapped my cheek.

I had no strength in my body. Even though my face was soaked with tears that flowed endlessly, I wanted to see Roardnes.

"Am I going to die like this?"

"Don't say weak things!"

The smell of bitter blood. The white cloths stained with blood in front of my eyes turned my stomach upside down.

No matter how hard I held the hands that Bianca and Olivia were holding on one side each, I had no strength.

"I even gave you a name, Rien. Rien! Think of the child. Don't you remember saying you would name her Retina?"

I tried to scream, but no sound came out.

I opened my eyes, but all I could see was blackness.

The encouraging voice telling me to come to my senses didn't reach my fevered ears.

"Rien! Rien!!"

I knew exactly what this feeling was.

'Am I dying?'

Only the sensation of hot tears flowing from my invisible eyes was clear.

"Roan..."

"Rien! Rien!!"

"Do something!"

This familiar feeling.

It was the feeling I had right before I died.

Like struggling to get out of deep, dark water, and eventually being dragged to a place where I couldn't see or hear anything.

'If I die...'

A very strong, almost desperate force bound my whole body and pulled me deeper.

'If I die, what will happen to Roan?'

With the last sensation of my lungs about to burst, I was pulled into complete darkness.

****

When I opened my eyes again.

It wasn't the delivery room filled with the smell of blood and medicine.

"You're finally coming to your senses."

The first face I saw was Lottie's with hollow eyes. I strangely raised my light body.

"What a nuisance they are. How am I going to explain this again."

"Lottie?"

Lottie got up from her seat with a clearly annoyed expression and returned with a mirror that had been placed on a nearby console.

I held my somewhat churning stomach and just looked at the mirror that Lottie handed me.

"Why are you here, Mr. Lottie? Oh, oh! What about my child? My baby..."

"Look at this."

My stomach was churning, but my body was very light and full of energy. It was just like the first time I entered Bliere's body.

Ah.

Suddenly, I felt a chill run through my whole body. What was this intense deja vu?

Lottie's face was pale and haggard. I couldn't even breathe when I received the mirror she handed me.

"Look at what your crazy husband did."

"This, what is this..."

The face reflected in the mirror was not mine.

"The incredible thing your husband did to go through labor instead of you."

The face reflected in the mirror was Roardnes.

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