Chapter 177
Could she really be carrying a child?
She wouldn’t know for sure until she received a gynecological examination. That was why she wanted to hold back her joy.
If she allowed herself to be excited, only to be told otherwise, the disappointment might be unbearable.
‘Besides, I don’t even have memories… Would that be okay?’
There were so many things she wanted to teach her child.
First and foremost, how to live happily, how to receive love, and how to give it in return.
She would also teach them how to smile brightly, how to cry properly, and how to let things go.
She would tell them that it’s okay to fall because they could always get back up again.
And if they couldn’t stand on their own, she would take their hand. She would walk with them, step by step.
Until the day came when they no longer needed their parents, she would be by their side.
“I will summon a gynecologist immediately.”
Eltan, now in a rush, hurried outside, while Siren remained still, wrapped in the embrace of her husband, who was so overwhelmed that even his breath trembled.
She gently placed both hands over her stomach.
“I offer my greetings to Your Highness.”
The gynecologist arrived an hour later.
In truth, there was no real need for a gynecologist at the Idoros construction site.
“I will begin the examination.”
The gynecologist was a middle-aged woman with a large and plump frame.
The fact that she was a ‘woman’ was important—because Yasamin’s sharp gaze softened, if only slightly.
“First… may I ask His Majesty to step outside for a moment?”
“Why?”
But just because the doctor was a woman didn’t mean he would simply trust her or let his guard down.
His brow twitched as he asked in displeasure, and the doctor carefully explained.
“Well… We need to conduct a urine test, as well as examine her abdomen.”
“Ah.”
At the mention of a urine test, Siren quickly pulled away from her husband.
Yasamin hesitated, glancing back at her multiple times with reluctance before finally stepping out of the tent.
Before long, Pamilla entered with a chamber pot, and the examination began.
Time passed in tense silence as all three of them awaited the results.
Finally, the doctor, holding an unfamiliar stick-like object, lit up with a bright smile.
“Your Highness, congratulations.”
“That means….”
“Yes, you are indeed pregnant. You have a child!”
“……!”
Good heavens.
With the gynecologist’s confirmation, Siren finally felt her legs give out.
Pamilla quickly supported her, helping her sit down while gently wiping away the cold sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief.
“Congratulations, Your Highness! A baby!!!”
Too excited to contain herself, Pamilla’s round, mouse-like ears suddenly popped out.
The doctor looked startled for a moment but quickly regained her composure, lowering her head in a deep bow.
“Thank you. Truly, thank you.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. This is simply my duty. Ah, and one more thing—though I cannot say for certain just yet, judging by the shape of your belly… there is a possibility that you may be carrying two babies.”
“Twins?”
“Yes, that is my belief.”
Twins.
The precious little lives she had seen in her dreams…
‘That… is becoming reality.’
Suddenly, she felt dizzy.
So this is what it feels like when joy is so overwhelming that it steals your breath away.
At last, Siren took a step forward on her own and threw open the entrance to the tent.
A breeze carrying the scent of something new blew in.
As if heralding the new life awaiting her, it was a wind of pleasant change.
“Siren, the doctor—”
Yasamin, who had been pacing outside, immediately rushed toward her upon seeing her.
But before he could even finish speaking, Siren threw herself into his arms.
“There’s a baby. Maybe even two.”
“……!”
“This is wonderful, isn’t it? We’re going to have a family, Yasamin. And… and… the lineage of the Mythic Era’s beastfolk will continue.”
Where had those words come from?
The moment ‘Mythic Era’s beastfolk’ slipped from her lips, she startled herself. Yasamin, too, stiffened in place.
Had… her memories suddenly returned?
Or was this a sign that they would?
Either way, it was a good omen.
Siren held onto the sudden thread of memory that had surfaced, careful not to let it slip away.
‘Beastfolk, Mythic Era. The goddess Aquafuran. The land that became a desert…’
What had I been?
What memories would I be able to pass down to my children?
When she focused not on ‘herself’ but on her ‘children,’ something faint and hazy began to surface.
“…Just like I told you before, I wrote a book, Siren.”
At that moment, Yasamin spoke in a quiet voice.
“It’s still just a draft, far from complete… but I’d like you to read it.”
If he missed this chance, her memories might never return.
Convinced that this moment was crucial, Yasamin spoke of the book he had originally planned to show her much later.
“I will. I’ll read it carefully.”
To Yasamin’s sincerity, Siren could only respond with equal sincerity.
“I haven’t been able to capture the full story just yet. But the beginning is important.”
Yasamin pressed gentle kisses to her ear, her jaw, and the nape of her neck.
It was a gesture of reverence for the woman carrying their child.
“I think it would be better for us to return to the desert rather than stay in Idoros. If we have two children, one could become the Emperor of the Empire here in Idoros, while the other could rule the lands south of the desert.”
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