in the name of the queen.

People must always have some pursuits in life, otherwise what’s the difference between them and salted fish?
The arrival of the day of return is quietly accelerating.

According to normal cognition, there should be a long interval between the fourth return day and the third return day to give those with potential a chance.

But time seemed to have been fast-forwarded, and the third day of return was approaching earlier than most people expected.

Roland stood under the golden ginkgo tree, welcoming the birth of the child with Sif.

Their child hung on the tree for a whole year, not a minute more or a second less, as if it was fate.

This mysterious feeling did not make Roland happy. Instead, he felt a little uneasy as if he was being secretly arranged.

No matter what, this was his first child, so Roland was still a little excited.

The first pair of children, to be exact.

The golden ginkgo tree perfectly completed the task of replacing Sif in nurturing life.

Two translucent red fruits hung on the branches, which were the bedrooms of the two children.

This magical way of nurturing life is slightly different from the ancient tree nurturing method of the Third Age. The ancient tree nurturing method is the child of elves and ancient trees, while the current nurturing method only uses the ancient trees to provide a place.

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

Except for some human friends and relatives who were witnesses on site, the rest of the audience were from the elves.

This miraculous way of nurturing life is likely to have a significant impact on the elves' future reproductive patterns, and the elves came here one after another out of curiosity.

The birth process takes about three days.

The time-consuming part is mainly peeling the fruit of life from the golden ginkgo tree.

We must be cautious as we neither harm children nor ancient trees, and we must lay a solid foundation for nurturing life in the future.

As the most knowledgeable person in the world, Roland had made all preparations for the birth ceremony.

This was the process he came up with after reading through all the Third Age texts he could find and thinking carefully.

We strive to achieve perfection in every aspect.

To be fair, now is not a good time to have children.

Having one more child may not necessarily increase combat power, but it may disperse resources and waste energy.

But so what.

The balance of victory and defeat will not change because of two little angels.

What may decide the outcome is Roland's wisdom, Sophia's sword and acting skills, the wives' exquisite coordination, and the unity of those who make it ashore in the resurrection match.

It's all possible.

But Roland did not expect to give birth to a super genius to turn the tide.

He didn't even intend to force the child to follow the path of a superhuman.

If they have talent, then they should cultivate it; if they don’t have talent, then they should just be a happy second generation and enjoy life.

Even if we can't make it to the final day of return, at worst the whole family can go on the journey together, and no one can be left behind.

Carols began.

Waiting is always boring, but this is not a problem for the elves who are good at singing and dancing.

They sang songs from ancient times around the ancient golden tree and used graceful dances to liven up the grand ceremony.

Looking at the pure happiness on the faces of these elves, Roland was somewhat impressed.

They are indeed the laziest and most relaxed dominant race.

Even when faced with danger, one must remain calm, let alone the birth of a baby of royal blood.

Roland was also infected by the elves' carefree attitude, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Seeing that he was finally less nervous, Alina, who was sitting on his left, smiled and asked, "Don't be in a daze. Have you thought of names for the children?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked this question, but when he asked it casually, Roland got into trouble.

The difficulty in naming still bothers him and has not changed even after changing his dimension.

"I've thought of a few, but they don't seem to be quite right. How about you help me think of some?"

Roland asked tentatively.

He originally thought that Alina would refuse with a smile, but unexpectedly she looked at Sif and nodded calmly.

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

"It's an honor for the children and me." Sif was obviously much more nervous than Roland, and her lips turned a little pale.

This is a mother's nature. Even if the child is not born from her body, it is still her child after all.

The young mother was a little anxious about whether the two little ones were healthy, whether they inherited their parents' unparalleled beauty, how smart they were, etc.

There is a sense of nervousness as the blind box I have chosen is about to be opened.

Seeing his beloved wife looking nervous, Roland held her hand and comforted her softly.

"Don't worry, even if they are stupid, everything we have is enough for them to live happily."

"What nonsense are you talking about! My child can't be a fool!"

Sif stared at Roland angrily, looked left and right, and finally bit the back of Roland's hand.

Roland exclaimed softly and just smiled.

This is the difference in philosophy.

Sif was born into a prominent family, so naturally she hoped that her children would be extremely outstanding, better than the previous generation, and take over her business.

Is it necessary to be so nervous? Is there a throne to inherit?

Roland complained in his heart as usual, and then burst out laughing.

This time there really is an heir to the throne, so we really have to hope that the child is at least mentally normal.

After Roland's interruption, Sif's anxiety was somewhat relieved, but she still bit her rosy lips and held Roland's hand tighter and tighter.

Three days passed quickly.

The time has come for the fruits to ripen and the ancient golden tree shakes its branches to alert its elf companions.

Sif stood up suddenly, opened her arms, and greeted the slowly falling fruit of life.

The scarlet fruits have fully ripened and turned milky white.

She held the two fruits in her arms, feeling the strong heartbeat, and couldn't help but let her tears flow slowly.

"My dear, mommy misses you."

Even the most majestic queen would be at a loss when facing children.

The guests attending the ceremony offered their congratulations one after another, with only one exception.

As the most special guest, Sophia's mood was particularly complicated.

Is this what it feels like to be a mother?

Sif today is completely different from usual. Her delicate appearance and tough eyes are combined abruptly and cleverly, but surprisingly not out of place.

Sophia's thoughts drifted to the distant horizon.

Whether she was in the Second Age or in later generations, it seemed that she was destined to have no connection with love and family.

In his previous lives, he remained single until his death. In this life, he was arranged into a loveless political marriage. He thought that even without love, he could still have offspring, but in the end he was humiliated again.

Being a virgin after being married for several years is not an honor but an unspeakable shame.

If I had a child, yes.
Sophia shuddered violently, and a trace of surprise flashed across her eyes.

She couldn't imagine that she would have such absurd thoughts after awakening all her memories.

But she soon discovered that it was a mistake to view bearing offspring as a scourge.

She is a mature and beautiful woman. What's wrong with wanting a child of her own?

Let her child be born in the new era.

She didn't want to go to the final battle with any psychological ties.

Sif is Sif, she is she, they are different.

The baby's clear cry broke Sophia's trance. She took out the gift box she had prepared and quietly placed it on the table. When people looked up to find her, she had disappeared.

Roland noticed Sophia disappearing, but did not say anything to stop her.

He had never known Sophia, but this situation was indeed somewhat subtle for her.

It's okay to leave.

His eyes wandered through the crowd and saw countless familiar figures and smiles, but there was only one person missing.

Sister Lisa didn't come.

She was crowned three months ago and became the first emperor of the Magic Empire in the seventh era.

He hadn't seen Lisa since the coronation.

She is always busy.

He was busy practicing magic, handling government affairs, and coordinating the battle for supremacy in the southern continent.

Roland felt vaguely disappointed.

The letter Lisa sent explained that Teacher Anthony was old and in poor health, so she did not dare to leave.

Although Lisa explained in detail, Roland sighed in his heart.

She probably doesn't want to hold Sif's baby.

In that case, I'd better take some time to go to the magical city of Lazio and have a baby with my dear Magic Emperor.

Roland put on a smile to dispel his unhappiness, because he happened to see Alina walking towards him with a smile on her lips.

"Roland, the divination result is good. Your two children are both smart and healthy, but the daughter looks more like you, while the son looks more like his mother."

Eh? This inheritance seems a bit strange.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s all good.

Roland puffed out his chest proudly, his face full of pride.

If the Magic Mirror were to rank the most attractive men, he would definitely be in the top three. Sif has been the champion of the female list for many years.

The daughter looks like her father, full of heroism; the son looks like his mother, plump and delicate.

All in all a good thing.

The wet nurse who had been prepared in advance fed the two little ones the first mouthful of milk, and then carefully brought it over.

Roland and Sif both looked at Alina expectantly, waiting for her to name the child.

Alina didn't keep anyone in suspense and explained straight to the point:

"The stars bring greetings to the lovely little one. The boy's name is Alvin, which means wings of freedom; the girl's name is Aurora, which means hope and dawn."

It is a name full of elf characteristics. It cannot be said to be particularly outstanding, but the meaning is good.

Roland and Sif looked at each other and accepted Alina's arrangement.

Obviously, this was her feeling after stargazing, and it was also the invisible manipulation of the hand of fate.

Some come and some go.

Just as Alvin and Aurora were sucking milk greedily, a respected elder left this world.

Master Anthony smiled and closed his eyes, lying quietly on the large bamboo chair in the library, humming his favorite love songs from his youth intermittently.

The love song came to an abrupt end with only the last line of lyrics left.

The sturdy big hand slowly dropped down, and the scroll in its hand fell to the ground with a low clash sound.

Lisa and Sura, who were waiting nearby, did not rush up to shake Anthony's body excitedly, but just let the tears roll down their cheeks.

The teacher accurately predicted the time of his death and calmly awaited the end of his life. He left peacefully without any illness, which can be considered a happy funeral.

But in Lisa's heart, she would rather the teacher live in misery than leave in a carefree manner.

Master Anthony shouldn't have died so early, he worked too hard.

Lisa got the super artifact Eden, which made him feel relieved.

There is hope for the future of the empire.

In the past two hundred years, he hardly had a single day of good sleep. He was either worrying about the development of the Magic Association or looking for opportunities to become stronger.

Sura was the disciple he trained most carefully. He worked very hard, but his talent was limited.

This is also Anthony's biggest pain.

Effort determines the lower limit, and talent determines the upper limit.

On the road to reaching the pinnacle of human power, talent can make a huge difference, and it is impossible to catch up with it just by gritting your teeth.

Anthony's talent is not particularly outstanding, he can be considered a once-in-a-century genius, and Sura's talent ceiling is even slightly lower than Anthony's.

Relying on these two masters and apprentices, it would be difficult to restore the glory of the Magic Empire, or even to protect the Magic Association.

The closer the return day gets, the more anxious Anthony becomes.

Until Roland showed up.

Anthony once regarded Roland as the hope for the rise of the Magic Empire. However, he only regarded Roland as his only hope, and Roland only used the Magic Empire as a bargaining chip.

Roland's status was too high, his bottom line was too flexible, and he explicitly refused to practice magic, which made Anthony very disappointed.

When Roland recommended Lisa to him, he didn't have much hope and just thought of it as a deal.

A routine test of magic talent. The magic stone was filled with red and exploded on the spot.

Anthony's prejudice also exploded.

He was so excited that he nearly fainted.

Lisa's talent in fire magic is top-notch even in the entire history of the magic empire.

Lisa is simple-minded. Besides Roland, all she has in her mind is magic, which makes the old man very happy.

The volcano is reborn, the artifact chooses its master, and the empire is reborn.

Anthony saw the light, but there was still a sense of loss in his heart.

Although he was pleased with his disciples' success, he was still frustrated that he could not keep up with the times.

Now that Lisa can control the future of the magic empire, Anthony's mentality has also changed a little.

In the past, he always put caution first and refused to take risks. What is he afraid of now?
After reading countless books, Anthony set his sights on the famous Emperor Sorenson in the history of the Magic Empire.

Emperor Sorenson is a very different kind of magician.

He has the fighting skills of lions and tigers, the strength of mad bears, and the powerful vitality of dragons.

He created the branch of battle mages and used it to reach the pinnacle, becoming the most powerful magician of his time.

Integrating magic into combat skills, using instant high-burst magic to combine martial arts and instantly tear the enemy apart, this is Emperor Sorenson's fighting style.

Although Anthony does not have the huge body of Emperor Sorenson, he is just as strong as an ordinary person.

He chose the path of a battle mage, and in order to master the essence of combat as quickly as possible, he took the risk of merging with the magic weapon left by Sorenson.

As expected, something went wrong with this fusion.

The soul fragment of Emperor Sorenson is hidden in the ring, and he wants to take the opportunity to seize control of the body.

After struggling many times in vain, Anthony chose to self-destruct in despair.

He wanted to take Sorenson's soul with him when he was destroyed.

After trying his best to replace Sorenson's soul fragment, his life also came to an end.

He had countless things he wanted to say to Lisa and Sura, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

He suddenly woke up as the hand of death grabbed his throat.

He has plenty of experience with failure, but not much experience with success.

If this is the case, why pass on our mistakes to the next generation?
He smiled with relief.

He left no last words, but sang a song to Lisa and Sura.

A love song that is easily missed when young, leaving endless regrets in the future. (End of this chapter)