Celebrity Lady - Chapter 179

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Celebrity Lady
Side Story 21
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As the Empress entered her ninth month, the Delivery Room at the Imperial Birthing Palace was swept, scrubbed, and disinfected daily—prepared like a modern sterile operating theater.
This place was…….
A ‘stage’.
“Aaaaaaah!!!”
The laboring woman cried out. Sweat poured down her ashen face like rain, every trace of color drained from it.
That woman in labor was…….
The ‘lead actress’.
“Your Majesty, breathe! Just breathe and push a little more!”
Eight midwives, three physicians, and standing at a distance offering prayers—a royal Spirit Practitioner skilled in Intermediate Healing.
Those gathered in the Delivery Room, and…….
“Aaaaaaah!”
“Ahhh!”
“Rubetria!”
The family members creating a commotion outside the door each time the laboring woman screamed were…….
The ‘audience’.
“Haah, hnggh. Aaaaaaah!”
Wishit stood dazed, watching Rubetria. She gripped the white fabric tied to both sides of the bed’s headrest with every last shred of strength in her body. Blue veins bulged across the backs of her hands as she clenched it like a lifeline.
“Just a little more effort, Your Majesty!”
A midwife called encouragement. Rubetria’s pain-filled eyes rolled upward slightly. Seeing this, Wishit startled and rushed over.
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Only after hearing Rubetria’s Telepathic Communication did Wishit sigh with relief and clutch at his chest.
That’s right—this insane Contractor was currently acting.
Acting out the agony of childbirth.
“There’s no need to take away the pain entirely. To an outsider’s eye, she should look like an ordinary laboring woman. Just make sure her body doesn’t suffer any strain during the delivery—”
“I won’t compromise on that.”
Rubetria was destined to die while giving birth. Wishit had been quite shocked by this fact, and he desperately wanted her to feel no pain whatsoever during delivery.
His instinct was to simply blink the baby out of her womb, but doing so would broadcast the Spirit King’s existence all over town…….
So the compromise they reached was receiving an anesthetic injection courtesy of the Spirit King himself.
With his own hands, Wishit had placed Rubetria in the optimal physical condition to deliver smoothly without feeling any pain whatsoever—and yet Wishit was still confused.
Was she really not in pain?
“Phew. Since you hate to see me suffer that much, there’s no helping it. Well then, I suppose it’s time to show off the prowess of a triple-crown Best Actress. Here goes nothing.”
Laughing at the necessity, Rubetria secretly looked forward to this. She’d said she would fulfill a dream role she’d always wanted to try during her Juliet Karerina days but never got the chance to perform.
What was it again? A period drama? A concubine giving birth to a son?
“An actress with Korean blood in her veins never got to film a period drama. Never getting to play the role of a concubine bearing a son—that’s a regret that will haunt me to my dying day.”
A mixed-heritage actress who’d never even received historical drama scripts, yet adorned with the honor of being a triple-crown Best Actress.
She was fulfilling that lingering desire here and now…….
“Hggh. Ahhh, ugghhh.”
Lips drained of color. Eyes rolling upward and downward repeatedly. Her head lolling helplessly. Sweat flowing without cease.
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Bad wasn’t the word—she had too much realism. That was the problem. She looked genuinely in agony, and it hurt to watch.
Wishit marveled at Rubetria’s acting prowess, squeezed his eyes shut, and fled the room as if escaping.
“…….”
And the moment he stepped out, he froze.
The three men of House Diolus all deathly pale. Among them, Lark crouched with his head bowed low.
For a full hour since Rubetria entered the Delivery Room, these poor men had been caught between heaven and hell.
“Aaaaaaah!”
“Oh, damn! Why is she suffering like this? The baby isn’t dying, is it?!”
At another scream, Victor blurted out something foolish. Biego shot him a look that could kill, and Leonard struck his son’s chest hard with his palm.
Soon all three turned their anxious gaze toward Lark.
“Aaaah!”
“Damn…….”
Each time Rubetria’s cries echoed from within, Lark would start violently, his face contorting in greater anguish than hers.
He’d stare at the firmly shut door of the Delivery Room with a face drained of color and rigid with fear.
“Haah, ahhh!”
“Ah…….”
His wife’s screams sent the husband staggering as if the entire world had been taken from him…….
‘I wonder if he even realizes his concubine-bearing-a-son act is killing his family members.’
Wishit sighed. That was when it happened.
“Waaaahhhhhhh……!”
From beyond the door came a lusty infant’s wail. Immediately, one of the midwives shrieked loudly:
“It is a prince, Your Highness!”
“Yes!!!”
Victor tore at his own hair and shouted even louder. While he expressed his joy with his entire body, Leonard and Biego quietly sighed in relief and placed their hands over their hearts.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Victor pounded on the Delivery Room door.
“What about my sister?!!!”
But there came no answer from inside—only the loud wailing of the newborn.
Without seeing anything, Victor instinctively sensed something was wrong from the flustered silence.
“What, what is it? Why won’t anyone answer!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Victor continued hammering on the door. Leonard and Biego too began to grow frightened.
Presently, muffled murmurs came from within, but their meaning was unclear. Not a soul was clearly informing them of Rubetria’s condition.
“I said what’s going on! I’ll break this door down!”
Victor was suddenly gripped with fear. This hot-blooded second son was aware that his sister, who had experienced regression, had ended her life at forty-five in her previous timeline.
That wretched future shouldn’t unfold again, but…… all the same, he couldn’t help but worry about her.
How frail must she have been to die at that age? And now she didn’t even have the Wish Spirit or whatever else it was to protect her anymore.
“Come on, answer already?!!!”
Bang! Bang! Bang! Victor pounded the door as if he’d split it in two. That was when Lark approached and gripped his shoulder.
“Victor…….”
“Your Highness, what do we do? Something seems wrong—”
Victor turned back and flinched. Lark’s face was ghastly white, his words spilling out slowly like a corpse’s…….
“It’s all right…….”
“Pardon?”
Lark spoke quietly, his hand still on Victor’s shoulder to calm him.
“There’s one more…….”
“……Pardon?”
Victor’s mind went blank. Behind him, Leonard and Biego’s jaws dropped.
Soon, grasping Lark’s meaning, Victor tore at his own cheeks in shock.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!”
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“I’m betting on one son and one daughter.”
Last year’s wager at the Spirit Spring over the Imperial Heir’s gender.
Only the Spirit King Wishit had bet on ‘Twins’—a boy and a girl, one of each.
What did he know to place such a bet?
Nothing whatsoever.
He truly had no idea.
Wishit had simply…….
“Would you rather have a son, or a daughter? A girl who takes after me, perhaps?”
Recalling a question Rubetria had once posed, and wanting to see both a boy and a girl, he’d simply said so.
Being a Spirit who never peered into the future even by accident, Wishit naturally never imagined there would be twins—and thought the odds impossible.
It was truly just a wish.
Only after Randian came to him later, having heard the news from Lark, and huffed indignantly, “You knew, didn’t you? That bet is void!”—only then did Wishit learn there were two babies in Rubetria’s womb.
It was strange and frustrating. He genuinely hadn’t known…….
In any case, now he knew they were twins, but not their genders. So when the first-born was a boy, Wishit found himself fascinated.
For a newborn, the child was remarkably large. His eyes opened immediately, and his cry was lusty and strong. And…….
“My goodness, look at those features! He looks just like His Imperial Majesty!”
“Truly. His eyes opened the moment he came out. I’ve never seen a baby like this before.”
The midwives marveled with delight. Their words rang true. The baby’s features asserted themselves powerfully from the moment of birth.
He was handsome—there was no other word for it. And those silver hairs sprouting like freshly-cut grass from his small head…….
‘What is this? It’s just the Emperor.’
The baby was beautiful. Beautiful, but Wishit felt oddly strange. The mother had labored for over ten months, yet the newborn looked in every conceivable way like the father. One might think it was Lark who’d given birth.
“Waaaahhhhhhh……!”
Then came another infant’s cry. Wishit, who had been peering at the boy in the midwives’ care, turned quickly around.
And he was far more astonished than when he’d seen the first child.

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