In the Name of Empress

Chapter 713 399: Life and Death, the Endless Cycle of Reincarnation

Everyone must have some pursuits in life, otherwise what is the difference between them and a salted fish?

The arrival of Return Day is quietly accelerating.

Based on normal understanding, the gap between the Fourth Return Day and the Third Return Day should be long, giving those with potential a chance.

But it seems as if time has been fast-forwarded, and the Third Return Day approaches earlier than most people anticipated.

Roland stood under the Golden Ginkgo Tree, welcoming the birth of the children with Sif.

Their children hung on the tree for exactly a year, not a minute more or less, as if it were fate's arrangement.

This mysterious feeling didn't bring Roland joy; in fact, it added some unease about being secretly arranged.

In any case, this was his first child, and Roland's mood was slightly excited.

More accurately, it was the first pair of children.

The Golden Ginkgo Tree perfectly completed the task of nurturing life in place of Sif.

Two completely translucent crimson fruits hung on the branches, serving as the sleeping palace for the two children.

This magical method of nurturing life differed slightly from the ancient tree nurturing method of the Third Era, which involved children of the Elf and the ancient tree. Now the trees merely serve as the venue.

The genes of these two children belong entirely to Roland and Sif.

Aside from a few human friends and relatives who witnessed the scene, the rest of the audience were from the Elf Race.

This magical way of life nurturing is likely to have a significant impact on the future fertility patterns of the Elf Race, driving the tribe to come out of curiosity.

The birth process takes approximately three days.

The time is mainly spent detaching the Life Fruit from the Golden Ginkgo Tree.

They must not harm the children, nor the ancient trees, while also laying a good foundation for future life nurturing. Caution is necessary.

As the current era's foremost Scholar, Roland was well-prepared for this birth ceremony.

He set the procedures after carefully reflecting on all available Third Era literature he could find.

Every step is pursued for perfection.

Frankly, now is not the best time to nurture offspring.

One more child may not add much strength but could disperse resources and waste energy.

But so what?

The balance of victory and defeat won't change because of two little angels.

The determining factors could be Roland's wisdom, Sofia's sword and acting skills, the brilliant cooperation of the wives, and the unified spirit of the resurrection personnel.

Any of these could be possible.

But Roland doesn't expect to give birth to a super genius to turn the tide.

He doesn't even intend to force the children onto the Transcendent path.

If they have talent, they should cultivate it; if they don't, they should be happy second-generation, enjoying life.

Even if they can't make it through the final Return Day, they could at least embark on the journey together as a family, missing no one.

The hymn began.

Waiting is always boring, but it poses no difficulty for the singing and dancing Elf Race.

They sang songs from the Ancient Era around the Golden Ancient Tree, dancing gracefully to liven up the grand ceremony.

Seeing the pure joy on the Elves' faces, Roland couldn't help but feel some admiration.

Truly, they are the laziest, most relaxed of the dominant races.

They calmly face danger, let alone the birth of an Imperial Family baby.

Roland was also infected by the calm ease of the Elves, his lips curling into a slight smile.

Seeing him finally less nervous, Alina, sitting on the left, smiled and asked, "Stop dawdling, have you thought of names for the children?"

This question, casually asked, troubled Roland.

The naming dilemma still plagued him, unchanged even in this realm.

"I've thought of a few, but they feel lacking. Why don't you help think of some?"

Roland tentatively asked.

He expected Alina to politely decline, but to his surprise, she looked at Sif and nodded naturally.

"Sif, do you mind if I name them?"

"It's an honor for the children and for me." Sif was clearly more nervous than Roland, her lips nearly pale.

This is a mother's instinct, even if they weren't born from her own body, they are ultimately her children.

The young mother was anxious about whether these little ones were healthy, whether they inherited their parents' unparalleled beauty, how clever they were, and so on.

She felt like she was opening a blind box with excitement and worry.

Watching his beloved wife's nervous demeanor, Roland held her hand and gently comforted her.

"There's no need to worry; even if they're not smart, we have enough to ensure their happiness and joy in life."

"What nonsense! My children cannot be fools!"

Sif glared at Roland, eventually biting his hand in mock anger.

Roland let out a soft cry but only smiled.

This reflected their differing philosophies.

Coming from an esteemed family, Sif naturally hoped her children would excel beyond each generation, ready to assume her role.

Is it really so stressful? Is there a throne to inherit?

Roland habitually mocked internally, then chuckled aloud.

This time there really was a throne to inherit, so it did require hoping the children would at least have normal minds.

Roland's interruption alleviated some of Sif's anxiety, but she still bit her rosy lip, clutching Roland's hand tighter.

Three days passed quickly.

The moment of natural fruition arrived, and the Golden Ancient Tree swayed its branches, reminding its Elf partners to pay attention.

Sif suddenly stood up, spreading her arms, welcoming the slowly falling Life Fruit.

The crimson fruit was fully ripened, turning milk-white.

She held the two fruits, feeling the strong, powerful heartbeats, and tears couldn't help but gently flow.