The candlelight was bright, illuminating the side hall of the goddess and the woman moaning in pain on the white bed. The faint smell of oil candles, the pungent smell of alcohol, the unconcealable smell of blood, the anxious smell of sweat, and the soothing breath of divine smoke all spread together in the side hall, like an ominous surround by fate.
After Priest Yin Tuoya finished speaking in a low voice, he looked at His Highness whose eyes were red, and immediately lowered his head in silence. At this moment, a feeling of facing a dangerous beast came over her, as if she were encountering a jaguar in pain and about to explode in the deep night.
Shulot pursed his lips, tightened his fists, and roared silently for a long time as if he was on the verge of explosion. However, the terrible outbreak finally did not come. After a while, the silent Highness took a long breath and let out a painful sigh.
"Phew! Destiny! My child!..."
"Your Highness Shulot?"
"Priest Yin Tuoya, the matter has come to this... Then please be sure to protect my woman!"
"Ah? Witness the Lord God! Do you want to choose my lord?"
Upon hearing such a choice, Priest Yin Tuoya's face instantly showed a trace of astonishment. She hesitated for a while, then asked again cautiously. Because the current choice was of great importance, she had to obtain His Highness's personal promise and try to avoid possible anger afterwards.
"Your Highness...this child is a baby boy, a bloodline of the royal family and you. If you choose to be an adult, we will have to cut this prince into pieces and sacrifice him to the goddess, and then use his divine body bit by bit to Take it out... During this sacrificial process, the mother may bleed and be unable to survive. And even if she survives, she often loses the ability to have children..."
Priest Yin Tuoya lowered his voice and warned cautiously. Two steps away, the captain of the guard, Eckart, stood by, his head lowered. Although his eyes changed, he never said a word.
From a practical point of view, it is naturally more difficult to preserve the baby in a "snail shell" than to directly open the abdomen and take out the baby. In terms of subsequent risks, sacrificing an ordinary civilian woman in the choice is far safer than dismembering a respected royal bloodline with your own hands. Similarly, in other difficult births that Yin Tuoya has encountered, the common practice of the great nobles is to choose to retain the family bloodline...
"Priest Yin Tuoya! This is my choice, and it is my king's order! Are you going to disobey me?"
Shulot interrupted sharply, his eyes becoming dangerous. Priest Yin Tuoya just looked at each other and immediately fell silent. She bowed her head respectfully and promised obediently.
"Follow your will, Your Highness! Since you choose to give up the baby, we will give the mother the powerful and cherished Obsidian Knife Water! Her pain will soon be relieved, her whole body will relax, and the rhythm of childbirth will also It will stop because of this...Goddess bless us, we will do our best to protect your woman!"
"...Go get ready!"
After hearing such a promise, Shulot nodded. He waved to Priest Yin Tuoya to prepare, while he stood there, continuing to be silent, looking at the painful woman on the bed. However, the woman heard the sharp shout just now and opened her eyes suddenly. She raised her head with great effort, looked at His Highness's figure standing far away, and called out with difficulty.
"Your Highness...Your Highness!..."
"I'm here, Naxiu."
Hearing the woman's call, Shulot finally took a few steps forward and came to the woman's side. He pursed his lips, knelt down, reached out and held the woman's pale right hand tightly. The other party's hand was very light, very white, and clenched very hard, like an extension of the intense pain she felt during childbirth.
"Your Highness..."
"I'm here! Don't worry..."
Holding the woman's hand, Shulot's voice became softer. His fierce eyes just now softened in an instant, and he patiently comforted the nearly exhausted woman.
"Please be patient for a moment longer. The priest is preparing fresh anesthetic water. After taking the water, you can have a good sleep. And when you wake up, everything will be over..."
"Your Highness! No, don't!"
Na Xiu's pale hand suddenly tightened, causing even Xilot to feel the pain. As a shadow slave trained by the priestess, she naturally knows the power of sword water. And once the rhythm of childbirth is lost, the baby will definitely die... Thinking of this, Naxiu shook her head hard, with deep pleading in her eyes. Her weak voice was full of reluctance and determination to sacrifice herself.
"Please...stay...keep...the child..."
"Want...to have a child!"
"Your Highness, I...I'm not important..."
"Children... are important!..."
Hearing such words, Shulot lowered his head and stared at the pale-faced woman who was pleading softly. He pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time. Seeing this scene, Priest Yin Tuoya's expression flashed and he stopped mixing the sword water. Eckart, the captain of the guard, raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of His Highness. Everyone is waiting for His Highness's response.
However, the expected response did not come. Shulot looked at Na Xiu who was praying, his eyes were deep, and his eyes became deep. Shulot knew that this was a woman who could sacrifice everything for him. Women regard him as the only one and always live in his shadow. And the woman's sacrifice, in the eyes of everyone at this moment, is a matter of course...
This cruel era has changed him too much, making him more like a cold and ruthless king. However, there are always some imprints of later generations deeply engraved in his bones, and he is stubbornly unwilling to change!
Shulot was silent for a moment, and then calmly and firmly shook his head under Naxiu's desperate eyes. Then, he turned his eyes, scanned the people in the hall sternly, and shouted in a low voice.
"Save her! Don't stop! Get the knife and water!"
Priest Yin Tuoya met His Highness' gaze and immediately trembled. Her movements quickened instantly, and she quickly prepared the obsidian knife water. It is said to be prepared, but it actually means mixing the magical morning glory, black feather jade, and datura juice extracted with wine in an appropriate proportion according to the user's constitution, and then adding the blended herbal powder. In order to ensure safety at this time, the chief priest Yin Tuoya also specially added the styptic powder that is uniquely inherited by the goddess priests.
"Your Highness, the sword water is ready..."
After a while, Priest Yin Tuoya lowered his head and came over respectfully holding a small clay pot. Shulot sniffed lightly, and the familiar scent penetrated his nose, and his whole body relaxed. He nodded affirmatively, then held Naxiu's hand tightly and whispered.
"Na Xiu, obey! Open your mouth and don't move. I'm going to give you anesthetic water!"
"Your Highness..."
At this moment, Naxiu's eyes changed again, becoming complicated and difficult to understand. Despair, hope, pain, and joy were all mixed together, making her cry silently. Then, a cold touch came into contact with her lips. The steady hands of Priest Yin Tuoya had already grasped her chin and brought the clay pot to her mouth.
"No, you can't come in!..."
"Get out of the way! We are following His Highness's will!"
At this moment, in the outer hall, the priestesses suddenly shouted to stop them. But the armored guards did not stop, pushed aside the blocking priestesses, and strode outside the side hall. Then, Tels, a dusty shield guard, hurriedly entered the side hall holding a slender and strange "brass weapon" in his hands. He took two sonorous steps forward, and with a "pop" sound, he knelt down at the door of the side hall and returned to His Highness.
"Your Highness! You ordered the craftsmen to make the divine instrument that can assist in childbirth, and it has been made!"
