Chapter 363: The death of a phantom
The words Sigrid said were absurd. How could a woman that was giving birth hold the baby in? This was like the need to pee, if the desire was there, it could not be stopped. You could hold it in for a while but eventually it would burst like a dam. These were Lady Iryne’s thoughts.
Mauve fed the pregnant woman a tonic that reduced almost all of her pain and killed her screaming. "Keep screaming." she told her.
Mrs. Cravelle, the wife of a mage hunter, Billiam Cravelle who was always venturing into the Mystwood grove could not have been more confused. She had been brought here by her husband.
The only task given to her was to have a baby. Suddenly she was not supposed to have the baby anymore! What was going on? And why did they need the phantom mage when she was having no problems giving birth even without a midwife.
She could not question the crown princess but she planned to pinch the ears of her husband later on for bringing her to this place without explaining the situation clearly.
There was a sudden rush of wind, the green flames flickered and the phantom midwife stepped out of them.
Mauve pinched Mrs. Cravelle’s thigh and she screamed really loudly. Tears appeared in her eyes, and she glared at Mauve.
Mauve just gestured at her to continue screaming.
The Phantom midwife had the hood of her cloak up. She gave one nod of acknowledgement to Sigrid, glanced at the bassinet and then made her way to the bed to check on the patient she had come to see.