[Side Story 3] If only I could be sick instead (3)

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So I've become Roardnes.

How could this happen?

"His Royal Highness has been born!"

Before I could even hear Lottie's explanation, my body rushed out at the loud shout from outside the door.

The body that had been heavy for over eight months was surprisingly strong and full of energy.

I ran to the delivery room frantically.

"Your Highness, please!"

"You can't go into the delivery room!"

Neil, who had run out with me, and Vincent, who was anxiously guarding the door, simultaneously blocked me.

In the process, the big hands of the men carelessly touched my chest.

"Ouch!"

I flinched and stepped back.

Ah, this is Roardnes' body.

Was it because I slapped the hands that had touched my thick chest?

A somewhat dazed face and a face that looked like it had seen something unsightly entered my eyes at the same time. I heard Lottie click his tongue, having just followed me.

"You fainted for a while, and then soon after, we heard a baby crying. His Royal Highness has been born!"

"So don't worry and wait a little. It's not over yet."

"Born? Does that mean the baby was born this quickly?"

Neil and Vincent looked at me with stupid expressions at the same time.

Their faces were more surprised than when I had slapped their hands earlier.

Although I was in a hurry, I realized that my tone of voice was not like Roardnes because of their faces as if they had seen a ghost.

"Oh, no. You mean, born?"

"Yes. Please calm down."

"Oh my god!"

I covered my mouth with both hands and jumped up.

I stuck to the firmly closed door and listened to see if I could hear any sound. But there was nothing to hear.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Wow, this moment should be captured in a portrait. It's a face that you must show to His Royal Highness, Your Highness."

Vincent quietly pulled Neil's arm. But his words didn't reach me properly.

Oh, you stupid Roardnes.

Even without listening to Lottie's explanation, I knew very well what was going on.

The things he had been doing with Lottie, going back and forth to the Duke's residence.

He had tried to take my place in childbirth.

While I cried silently, I heard rapid footsteps from behind.

"Your Majesty!"

"How is my daughter-in-law?"

His Majesty the Emperor and Empress Grace had arrived in front of the delivery room, looking dazed.

The baby's cry suddenly burst out of the door.

I saw Grace cover her mouth with both hands and cry quietly.

"Born? Are you saying it was born? My daughter-in-law, the Crown Princess?"

For the first time, I saw the Emperor, who was always stern and authoritative, rambling like that.

"Roardnes! What are you doing without immediately telling your father!"

At the Emperor's roar, I finally wiped away my tears and bowed properly. The Emperor, who was looking at me with completely unfamiliar eyes, soon went towards the delivery room where the imperial physician and midwife came out.

"Twin grandsons have been born! The first grandson is a noble granddaughter, and the second grandson is a beautiful grandson!"

"Oh!"

The Emperor passed me and went straight into the delivery room. I, along with Empress Grace, also entered with trembling steps into the room where the faint smell of blood and medicine lingered.

"You're coming early, Your Majesty."

A voice full of discontent came out, too much for a woman who had just given birth.

The Emperor's eyes widened at the change in the usually polite Crown Princess. Only I, who had just entered, had a splitting headache.

"Are you only going to give me a reward after my daughter-in-law dies?"

How audacious!

I felt my heart drop and quickly pushed through the crowd.

There I was.

A sweaty forehead. A pale face and bloodless lips. But her expression was the most evil in the world.

And she, with two babies in her slender arms as if she had received an award, was very proud.

No, it was Roardnes.

The Emperor, who had been stiff at the audacious daughter-in-law's statement, soon carefully held the granddaughter that the midwife had taken from the mother's arms.

I also approached the Emperor and frantically examined the angel-like sleeping child.

"This child is..."

"Retina. The name of my daughter, who is more wrinkled and puffy and therefore more lovable."

Roardnes replied proudly in my voice.

I frantically examined Retina.

As he said, there was a baby who was wrinkled and puffy and more lovely, and so small that she seemed to break at any moment.

Tears flowed down the Emperor's cheeks, who, like me, had been examining the child for a long time.

"Yes, you are Retina. You are Retina."

The Emperor, who stroked the tender blond hair that had just sprouted, hugged his granddaughter and began to cry loudly. He cried so sadly that Grace had to dismiss all the servants.

"Baby. Crown Princess. My proud daughter-in-law. I will grant you anything you want."

The Emperor hugged the newborn tightly and cried for a while before finally looking at Roardnes, who had taken over my body.

"I will grant you anything my Crown Princess wants."

"Roa... no, Adriene!"

I was also moved to tears, and I approached the bed as I came to my senses.

As I saw another blond-haired baby in his arms, my heart ached. I approached the little angel, who was sucking on her lips, which were as small as my fingernails, as if hypnotized.

Roardnes continued, as if he had been waiting.

"Don't overwork my husband, and please help me raise these children who made their mother suffer with my husband."

With a very mischievous smile.

I put my hand on my shoulder, leaning against the head of the bed as if to stop him. That was when.

"Born? Are you saying she's born? My daughter-in-law, the Crown Princess?"

For the first time, I saw the Emperor, who was always stern and authoritative, mumbling incoherently.

"Roardnes! What are you doing without telling your father right away!"

At the Emperor's roar, I finally wiped my tears and bowed properly. Seeing that appearance with completely unfamiliar eyes, the Emperor soon turned towards the midwife and the palace doctor who came out of the delivery room.

"The twin princes have been born! The first prince is a noble princess, and the second prince is a beautiful prince!"

"Oh!"

The Emperor passed me and went straight into the delivery room. I, along with Empress Grace, also entered the room with trembling steps, where the faint smell of blood and medicine lingered.

"You're coming early, Your Majesty."

A voice full of complaints came out, excessive for a woman who had just given birth.

The Emperor's eyes widened at the change in the usually polite Crown Princess. Only I, who had just entered, had a splitting headache.

"Are you going to give me an award only after my daughter-in-law dies?"

How audacious!

I felt my heart drop and quickly pushed through the crowd.

There I was.

A sweaty forehead. A pale face and bloodless lips. But the expression on her face was the most wicked in the world.

And I, with two babies in my slender arms, as if I had received an award, looking very proud.

Or rather, Roardnes.

The Emperor, who had been stiff at the audacious daughter-in-law's statement, carefully embraced the granddaughter that the midwife took from the mother and held in her arms.

I also approached the Emperor and frantically examined the angel-like sleeping child.

"This child is..."

"Retina. The name of my daughter, who is so wrinkled and puffy that she's even more lovable."

Roardnes replied proudly in my voice.

I frantically looked at Retina.

As he said, there was a baby who was wrinkled and puffy, so lovable, and so small that she seemed to be about to crumble.

The Emperor, who had been looking at the child as much as I had, had hot tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Yes, you are Retina. You are Retina."

The Emperor, who was stroking the delicate blond hair that had just sprouted, hugged his granddaughter and started crying loudly. He cried so hard that Grace had to dismiss all the servants.

"Child. Crown Princess. My proud daughter-in-law. I will give you whatever you want."

The Emperor hugged the newborn tightly, who couldn't even open her eyes, and cried for a while before finally looking at Roardnes, who had taken over my body.

"I will give you everything my Crown Princess wants."

"Roa... no, Adriene!"

I was also so overwhelmed with emotion that I cried along with him, but then I suddenly came to my senses and approached the bed.

The more I saw another blond-haired child in his arms, the more my heart ached. I approached the little angel, who couldn't even open her eyes and was sucking on her lips, which were as small as my fingernails, as if hypnotized.

Roardnes continued, as if he had been waiting.

"Don't overwork my husband, and please help me raise these children who have caused their mother so much trouble."

With a very mischievous smile.

I put my hand on my shoulder, leaning against the headboard of the bed as if to stop him. That was when.

Roardnes remained standing beside me like a nail, only coming to his senses when the midwife brought Caldeion to us.

Taking Caldeion from the midwife, I blankly pulled Roardnes' arm and sat him beside me.

Retina was in Roardnes' arms.

Caldeion was sleeping soundly in my arms.

The warm, heavy sound of life sleeping soundly in our arms echoed in my ears.

Only then did I realize. The fact that I had given birth to two children.

I remembered what Olivia had said when she looked at my belly, saying it was similar to a mother's.

I could feel how many lives there were with magic, but I tried to hold back for fear of any negative effects.

I thought I might have twins, but I didn't want to think about it on purpose, for fear of being disappointed if I only had one.

Although they came out of my body, it was as if Roardnes had given birth because he was the one who felt the pain.

Only then did I glare at Roardnes to question this bizarre incident.

Perhaps because of the terrible pain, his forehead seemed to be slightly sweating, even though his body had changed.

Seeing that, Roardnes, who smiled faintly, naturally bent towards me with his large body.

Our two hot foreheads met.

"You still do things without consulting me, Roan."

"I'm sorry, Rien."

"Do you know that's dangerous magic?"

"No matter how dangerous it is, I'm the kind of guy who hates seeing you in pain."

"No matter how it is, this is too sudden! I won't let this pass this time."

"Of course."

With the child between us, Roardnes' wet face, who didn't seem to know he was crying so hot, came closer to me.

Before his warm breath reached me, he whispered.

"Whatever punishment you give me, I'll gladly accept it."

His tear-soaked lips soon overlapped.

That day.

We completed the names of our two children.

The second name of Retina was 'Helene', my mother's name.

The second name of Caldeion was 'An', Roardnes' nickname.

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The High Priest Teln, who received the oracle, wrote the most powerful symbol of magic, 'Kozma', and it was included in the names of both children.

[Retina Helene Kozma de Ronta]

[Caldeion An Kozma de Ronta]

After Roardnes' enthronement as Crown Prince, the Emperor, who had stopped his external activities, was very happy with the names that the Crown Prince couple had completed, and he ordered the names of his grandchildren to be published on the front page of the Imperial Gazette.

While giving the title of the most beautiful stars in the empire to his grandchildren.

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