Chapter 1204 The Nervous Husband

The game of the gods...

To be precise, it is the ambition of the Horned Rat.

The outskirts of the temple in the Dragonspine Mountains have become the temporary command post of the Phoenix King. There are only a few warriors, symbolizing Imrik's full trust in them.

Olivera, who had just returned to Ulthuan, was full of confusion. He had been busy dealing with the Norscan fleet near the Sea of ​​Claws and had almost no knowledge of court affairs.

Or, in other words, he himself did not attach importance to gaining influence in the court. Orthea had vaguely reminded that a major event was about to happen to the Caledor family, but Oliveira mistakenly thought that it was a decision to launch a general attack on the ratmen. He only wanted to quickly end the invasion of Norsca and complete the feat that was not achieved in the Snake Rat Holy War.

He glanced at the people around him, the champion warrior Masno, the shadow king Aris, the supreme wizard Teclis, the captain of the Phoenix Guard Kadroin...this is almost the top fighting force of the entire Ulthuan gathered together.

Draknir pushed open the wooden door. In an emergency, he did not pay attention to etiquette. He walked to the round table and pressed his hands on the solid wood. Clearly visible dents appeared with his anxiety.

"Gladys... my wife is about to give birth."

This is good news, but no one showed a trace of joy. The solemn faces confirmed that there might be many emergencies during this birth...

When Prince Caledor chattered and wanted to ask everyone to help this time, Imrik ordered in a cold voice: "Draknir, enter the temple and wait for Gladys to give birth."

"I can't do this." Draknir shook his head. Talarian's divination had ended. The Chaos Evil God Great Horned Rat's eyes were always fixed on the Great Vortex. Chaos demons appeared everywhere again.

He came to the temple regardless of the safety of Caledor, which was a blasphemy against his duties. When could personal feelings override the kingdom?

"You are her husband, she needs you by her side to give her courage!"

"But I am also your son, the prince of Caledor!"

The eyes between the father and son were full of determination. It was also the first time for the two to play chess. As Minasnir said, Draknir was too thoughtful.

Although he was uneasy, there were so many people near the temple. His wife's safety would definitely be guaranteed, but what about others...

Looking at each other would not get any results. Imrik turned his head, but he did not cancel the order, but got the desired result in another way.

"Etila, take your son into the temple. Before his child is born, no one is allowed to leave the temple!"

Etila walked out slowly from behind the screen, looking at Draknir with relief in her eyes, but also a kind of disappointment.

Family, this is what Etila is most looking forward to...

Draknir, whose elbow was pulled by his mother, wanted to refute, but every time he wanted to open his mouth to explain, he only won Etila's pleading eyes.

He knew the mission his mother was carrying out and her urgent need for an heir...

The mother and son left quickly, and under the dragon's gaze, they quickly entered the top floor of the temple, outside the room where Gladys gave birth.

A series of weak shouts made Draknir clench his fists, and he completely forgot his previous thoughts, wanting to push open the door and go to his wife's side.

Phyllis stretched out her hand to stop him, with a serious look: "Your Highness, according to tradition, you cannot enter.

The room is full of the best midwives in Ulthuan. If you get emotional and cause a storm of magic, it will only make things more troublesome..."

"I, I..." Draknir felt so powerless for the first time. When he saw Phyllis's firm eyes and the Flame Knights' slowly shaking their heads, he could only step back half a step.

Etila waved to Creon and asked several Flame Knights to stay with the prince. Like his father, he usually looked very calm, but once he encountered something unacceptable, he would become extremely emotional.

The Flame Knight handed the prince a small stool, but with Gladys's increasingly loud wailing, the solid round stool under the prince's buttocks quickly turned into debris.

Without the support of the round stool, Draknir still maintained a sitting posture. The invisible magic wind had condensed into a solid in his emotions. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay calm and not think about those things that were too unlikely.

The rainstorm and thunder penetrated from the window...

Draknir's hoarse voice seemed to have lost all his strength, but the magic wind that condensed into a substance proved that he was only maintaining a fragile balance line.

"The estimated time of delivery is two hours, thirty-two minutes and seventeen seconds. Now it has been two hours... Gladys's situation."

In Draknir's eyes, there has never been a question of saving the big and the small. No matter how many times, he will not let a girl who should not bear such a heavy burden sacrifice in the name of family continuation.

If necessary, he would personally end the life of the unborn child to ensure the safety of his wife, even if this would cause opposition from the entire kingdom...

Etila bit her thumb, and was extremely nervous, but at the moment... To be honest, no one could control Draknir. He was the last guarantee, not the first breakthrough.

The princess, who had obtained her husband's permission, asked Creon to personally hold Draknir's shoulders and walked quickly towards the magic hall in the temple.

Belannaer quickly walked towards the delivery room with Etila. The old wizard, with sweat all over his forehead, had put a lot of thought into the birth of his student's offspring.

The old wizard lowered his voice and told Atila his guess: "The wind of magic is running wild. Not only the Dragon Spine Mountains, but also the whole of Ulthuan is experiencing the catastrophe of the double-tailed comet, starting from the Great Whirlpool... If you want things to go smoothly here, the Great Whirlpool must be stabilized."

"Imric is dealing with this matter... But now, I need you to stabilize Draknir's emotions. He is like a child, stubbornly believing that our urgency for the heir far exceeds the safety of his wife's life."

Belannaer bit his lips tightly. When the authority of his parents left a shadow in his childhood, even after he grew up, he would still have a mark in his heart, and he was paranoid about wanting to protect the most important thing in his heart.

Gladis, this is Draknir's obsession, the prince's feelings for this ordinary girl...

When the old wizard was analyzing, the temple shook violently, and the magic wind that condensed into substance bypassed the delivery room in anger and radiated and exploded around.

"Let's go!"

Belannaar burst out with a speed that was no less than when he was young. It was meaningless to continue to defend the magic circle. If the students were not stabilized, the first to break through the temple's protective layer would not be the eyes of the Chaos Gods, but Draknir's anxiety.

The old wizard sighed helplessly.

Giving birth to a child can be so troublesome, worthy of the Caledor family... (End of this chapter)