As the door was left opened, the children was able to see what was happening in the room.

Aside from their mother’s scream, they could also hear the conversations.

“The situation does not look good. This will be a difficult childbirth,” the midwife informed the lord. She casted her gaze back to the task at hand, quietly but firmly saying, “We must prepare for the worst.”

The man’s heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and nodded gravely. A hint of sorrow was hidden in the depth of his eyes but soon disappeared as he focused on his wife. “Nina—you must stay strong,” he grasped her hand tightly.

After what felt like forever, the first baby cry was finally heard.

A maid received the baby from the midwife and proceeded to clean the baby. After wrapping the baby in cloth, she announced, “congratulations to the master and madam, it’s another young lady!”

“Not yet! It isn’t over yet! I see another baby’s head,” The midwife warned, stopping the group from relaxing.

The madam struggled as the maids cheered for her strength. After a short while, the second baby finally came out.

Another maid took the baby, repeating the same process, she announced, “congratulations master and madam, it’s a young master!”

“Nina? Nina!”

“Not good! The blood is not stopping!”

“Where are the clean cloths!? Bring all of them here immediately!”

The situation became hectic as the madam entered a critical state. Although the twins were born safely, it was obvious that the madam was not in a good condition. Looking at the amount of blood around the bed, the madam might not be able to survive the childbirth.

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The two children peeked inside the room. Seeing her mother’s near-death state, Leila could not help but to rush into the room, “Mother!”

“Hey, wait—Leila!” Frederick tried to catch his sister, but could not catch up to her due to her small size. She immediately wove through the crowd of maids and reached her mother.

She cried loudly, “Mother! Mother! Uuu—“ Big blobs of tears fell down her face.

Although she was still young, she knew that her mother was in a lot of pain.

“Mother, wake up—“ Seeing that her mother was not waking up, she cried even harder.

“Leila!” Her father was alarmed. He tried to pick her up but she clung onto her mother strongly.

“Mother—“

Suddenly, a bright light started to shine from the young girl’s body. The bright light immediately enveloped the whole room, blinding its occupants.

The lord shielded his eyes from the light, stumbling a few steps back.

Leila’s sobbing gradually stopped, and following that, the blinding light slowly faded.

Once the resplendent light faded completely the figure of a child falling unconscious next to a peacefully sleeping woman was revealed.

“Leila? Nina?”

Marcus Rosenbell, known as the Ice Viscount, famed for his calm and stoic nature, was now showing a rarely seen expression. Worry flashed in his gaze as he cautiously approached the pair on the bed.

His wife had a tranquil expression, appearing as if she was in deep sleep. If not for the fact that her chest was moving up and down as she continued to breath, he would have suspected that she had passed away.

Relief flooded his heart as he saw that neither his wife nor his daughter was injured. He instructed the maids to call the physician and to tidy up the hectic room.

“The madam’s bleeding has stopped! There are also no injuries as far as my eyes could tell. Milord, this is a miracle!” The midwife exclaimed.

The viscount paused. He carefully carried the unconscious little girl in his arms, deep in thought. That light originated from his daughter… could it be that her innate attribute is ‘light’?

The light attribute was very rare. Even the Meritolan Church, the primary religion of the kingdom only had a handful of members carrying the attribute, expending all their efforts in recruiting talented light magic users.

“Take Leila back to her bed. Have the physician check up on her,” he instructed the maids. He turned to his eldest son, “Everything will be fine,” he says, appeasing the little boy’s anxiousness.

“Understood, father!” feeling the large hand on his head, the eight-years-old Frederick could only nod his head, letting go of his doubt.

On that day, any news regarding the person known as ‘Leila Rosenbell’ no longer appeared among the public.