"Our son is healthy, Icy. He will be brought to you very soon," Osiris replied softly to his wife, his hand taking hers into his own.
She looked relieved at the news.
"Thank the spirits," she said, closing her eyes to rest and regain strength. "I'm so grateful you're here with me, Osiris. I couldn't have done this without you."
Osiris squeezed her hand reassuringly. "I will always be by your side, Icy. You and our son are the most important things to me."
Osiris sent out a mental message, then stood up and blurred, reappearing across the room beside the midwife in a flash.
At the same time, the door opened again as all the major players outside the room piled in, led by the man called Saint by Osiris, who was smiling ear to ear. He immediately started flattering and congratulating the beautiful woman on the bed. "Dear Lady Isis, you have done a dazzling job. You look so angelic. Where is the little guy? I want to meet my first direct kin in decades..."
The woman smiled gracefully and nodded, "Thank you, your majesty, holy messenger. You humble me with your grace."
Inwardly, Isis was highly anxious. The situation had become strange.
Why the hell was Pharaoh Anubis flattering her in her husband's stead? Something seemed fishy about it, as Osiris rarely let other men approach her, familiar or otherwise. This Household was in such a precarious situation; how could she raise a child in such a place? Not to mention that the monster was still lurking in the dark… which should be the real reason Pharaoh Anubis was present.
Meanwhile, the midwife cradled and rocked the bundled child while talking to herself.
"Curious little bugger, aren't you! Please be okay. Why don't you cry, ah," the midwife sighed, secretly nervous. After patting the child's rear end a few times, she could swear he had scowled and glared at her! She assumed she was just too tired.
"Why on earth is this child so… calm?"
"What's the matter, nurse? Tell me. Could there be an issue with the child?" said the young lord Osiris in a small mosquito voice when he appeared.
He felt a bit little apprehensive. He knew that occasionally, newborns would enter this world disabled in some way. The parties that wanted to see this union of himself and his lady Isis broken were not small in number. His tone was heavy, and his voice full of bass, startling the elderly midwife, who had previously slipped into a daze staring at the little guy's bright blue eyes.
In denial, the midwife quickly shook her head, saying, "No, no, my lord. There's nothing wrong with the child's physical health, thank the spirits."
Osiris let out a breath of relief. "Then what's the matter?"
The midwife quickly snapped out of her daze and turned to Osiris with a reassuring smile. "Oh no, my lord. There's nothing to worry about. The child is perfectly healthy. He's quite remarkable."
"Remarkable? What do you mean?" asked Osiris, his curiosity piqued.
"Well, my lord, he's very calm and collected, unlike the other babies I've delivered. And he's got the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen on a newborn. It's as if they're looking right through me," explained the midwife.
Osiris furrowed his brows in confusion. "Is that really such a bad thing?"
The midwife looked hesitant but finally spoke. "Well, my lord, it could signify a weak spirit. A child that doesn't cry at birth may not have the strength to survive in this world."
Osiris's eyes widened in shock and concern. "But he looks healthy, doesn't he?"
"The little lord is healthy, my lord. There is no reason to doubt this. In all my years of experience, every freshborn infant will cry, whereas this little lord has never made a single sound since his birth. I know this is very odd, but you must forgive this one's inexperience. I cannot fathom it…" the midwife told the young lord Osiris. '[She was of low status and thus began to fear her fate if there was a problem with the child.
They would surely take out their anger on her when the time came. This was far too common in noble houses, where trickery and foul play were often prevalent.
Lord Osiris wrinkled his brow in thought as he reached out and gently grabbed the bundle of an infant from the midwife. Osiris found that his little guy was quite entertaining to watch.
One moment, he would be looking at the magic furnace.
The next moment, he would look over at the portraits, where people in the frames were waving at him. The boy's face looked incredulous as if he never expected pictures to wave. Osiris couldn't help but marvel, "What a curious little fella…"
This new son was the epitome of cute when he behaved like this, as his eyes were bright like stars, deep blue, and looked like a priceless jewel without any impurities within.
"Great Pharaoh, a little brown infant with sapphire eyes!" Osiris was rather shocked.
It was not unheard of for Negus to have blue eyes, but it could still be considered rare. More than likely, it is related to a unique bloodline. In the entire country, perhaps only his wife had these features, and she was born with brown eyes. Knowing how the change occurred, Osiris couldn't help but feel apprehensive.
From looking, the lord was sure that nothing appeared wrong with the child. It seemed he was just brilliant.
The lord Osiris didn't notice that an infallible charisma lay deep in the infant's eyes. However, there was also a hint of extreme confusion.
A layer of pale white light enveloped Osiris' hand as he moved it down in a line before the infant. The infant felt this guy's hand was being used as an X-ray. The baby grabbed his hand and examined it in awe. Osiris didn't know what to make of this brat at all. It was like everything was wondrous to him.
As Osiris continued to observe his son, he couldn't help but notice that the infant's eyes seemed to be glowing with an otherworldly light. It was as if the child was aware of things no one else could see or understand.
"Is he...using magic?" Osiris whispered in disbelief, his eyes widening in shock.
Confused, the midwife shook her head. "I've never seen anything like it, my lord."
When the midwife felt the heat from the young lord's hand, she felt dizzy and uneasy. As a mortal woman, such power secretly terrified her. She only hoped the little lord would be okay. Death was all that awaited her for any other outcome. Even though she was not responsible, what could she do if they chose to pass the blame?
At that moment, the man withdrew his hand, his heart at ease. The light glow on his hand faded and disappeared. A brave smile reappeared on his handsome face.
"This child is in perfect shape! I can't find even a small problem. Moreover, dormant Origin Energy doesn't intimidate or damage him," the man laughed heartily. The midwife breathed relief and resumed smiling as Osiris continued, "Why, I can even sense real origin force in his little flesh. An Origin Body! It seems the heavens favor this child."
The midwife laughed gleefully, saying, "It is our good fortune that the little lord is so unique. Such a fine temperament at birth. It's unheard of! It's as if he was born noble. It is a sign he will do great things. Legendary things!"
"Of course, it is likely so. We can only hope." Lord Osiris formed an X with his arms in salute. He ignored her vague words as his mood was ecstatic and paid her handsomely for her service. He dismissed her with a heart-stopping smile, "On behalf of my household, I award you, Mother Maya, with 500 gold crystals. We, The House of Trillwolf, thank you."
Following him, the entire room saluted as they shouted: "The House thanks you!"
Mother Maya almost began to tear up after receiving such favor; 500 gold crystals were enough for her next four generations to live without working! The young man then carried the infant to his lady Isis on the bed.
"Come, look and see our child, my wife. Is he not dashing? Is he not handsome?"
Lady Isis embraced the boy tenderly, then kissed his face as her eyes teared up. The baby's eyes landed on her, and he immediately seemed transfixed and bewildered. His eyes wouldn't leave her at all. Their heartbeats even seemed to link for an instant.
"Mhm, handsome, the most handsome," said the lady Isis as she repeatedly kissed the baby's face. The first time she had gotten pregnant became an ordeal of trickery and falsehoods. To see this baby boy born of her flesh and love, the pure joy in her eyes could not be hidden.
The pharaoh lowered his head closer to see the blue-eyed little guy and said, "Hey there, little guy. I'm your uncle, Saint. Make sure you call me Uncle Saint if you want me to like you!"