The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 268: The phantom midwife.

Sigrid’s case was solved by Cosmos, he used magic to stabilize her and the baby. The doctor Roland had so desperately called for was useless. The red knights escorted him back to the Thorin’s.

"What is going on with my granddaughter?" The duke asked the doctor.

The doctor shook his head, he had no idea. "The mage has said that she is alright so you should not worry. Perhaps she was simply cut by a piece of glass."

Relieved, the duke sent the doctor into the bedroom to help Deanne. But, he was inside for less than two seconds when he was sent out.

"Now what?" The duke asked anxiously. In a low voice her asked, "Is...is it too late?"

Deanne provided the answer by letting out a loud scream that announced the fact she was alive. Duke Thorin was so relieved that he exhaled and stumbled backwards.

His valet and a knight provided him with support, and they made him sit down in a chair. The doctor gave John and Elowin updates meanwhile.

Iryne and Annabelle joined them and they went to check on Sigrid. Red knights would not let them into the bedroom so they went to Deanne’s side.

The reason as to why red knights were not allowing anyone inside the room where Sigrid was simple. The crown prince had said nobody could come in except for the Lord mage.

The Lord mage entered just when Roland was taking the blame for Sigrid’s near miscarriage.

"She said that we should not tell anyone about the pregnancy until she passed the first trimester. She was afraid that it would jinx it and we would lose another child. I told my grandmother about it. I am the one that brought his jinx on us."

If he was not a believer in jinxes before, he was one now. Only Cosmos knew that the real cause of the near miscarriage was backlash from the lucky halo. This was the consequence of Sigrid slapping Emmah directly. Even the little luck that was remaining in the halo was very dangerous.

"How is she?" The Lord mage asked.

"She was scared by what happened to Deanne and a piece of glass cut her leg. But she is okay." Cosmos lied.

Roland found the answer to be a suitable cover up. If anyone else asked, it was what he would repeat.

"Go and help Deanne." He told the Lord mage. "God knows Sigrid will not forgive us if she wakes and something had happened to her brother’s wife that he worked so hard to save."

Cosmos shrugged and sat down on the ledge of the window. His task was Sigrid and keeping her alive and healthy to fulfill her task. The rest were not his concern. If he interfered, he would be penalized.

Following Roland’s command, the Lord mage went to the bedroom where Deanne was and he was sent out immediately like the doctor before and the royal doctors.

"What?" Duke Thorin asked, heart hammering rapidly.

"They are waiting for someone else and I have never helped a woman give birth so I am useless in there." He explained.

He also took a seat and joined the other men in waiting outside, enduring the screams and cries of poor Deanna.

Twenty minutes later, a woman in veiled black cloak appeared in the living room of the Thorin’s. She came out of the green fire and when she passed by the men, she was beating dust off her cloak.

A midwife flew out of the room and saw the Phantom midwife in the hall, walking in their direction.

"She is here." she turned her head and shouted to those in the room.

The men had no idea who the ’she’ was. They looked on as the mysterious woman stepped inside the bedroom and the door was closed.

"Who is she?" Duke Thorin asked.

Elowin and John shrugged.

"The phantom midwife." The Lord mage answered the puzzle. "I wonder what price she will ask of you."

He closed his eyes and blocked off all sound temporarily. When the phantom midwife finished her job, he would open the again.

Inside the bedroom, the phantom midwife in long cloak that was drenched in the scent of herbs approached the bed and looked at Deanna. She had a mask over half of her face but her eyes were silver as the moon.

She put a hand against Deanna’s damp forehead. Her touch was cool like river water and it made Deanna calmer.

Under thirty seconds, she had already assessed the situation.

"She is slipping and the child has not turned. Too much blood has been lost, we must hurry. You should thank whoever used magic to protect you and the child or else one of you would not make it."

She drew a circle in the air and whispered incantations that not one person understood. Only the midwives were familiar with the words used and yet even they could not decipher what they meant.

She put a hand on Deanne’s stomach and the child started to turn. For Deanne it was very painful and slow, every turn felt as if her body organs were being realigned.

Then, the phantom mage gave Deanne something to drink out of the satchel. The liquid left a green shimmer on Deanne’s lips.

Three seconds later, Deanne’s body arched--and suddenly, the baby came out of her. The mid wives were familiar with the routine of the phantom mage. They were already waiting for the baby and one of them caught it.

"It is a boy." She said.

The second midwife pinched the baby’s thigh and the baby let out its first cry.

The room flooded with relief. Lady Iryne wept, Nathaniel collapsed to his knees and Deanne launched into new sobs. She could not believe that they had both made it out alive.

The phantom midwife put the satchel back at Deanne’s lips. "You have too much heat inside, it must cool down."

The heat was a result of the phoenix tears in the elixir Sigrid had given Deanne. The midwife brought the baby to Deanne placing him in her arms.

Deanne cradled the newborn, wrapping him in her warmth. All that pain she had endured felt worth it in that moment.

"He is a mage and he is touched by fate, congratulations." The Phantom mage told Deanne and Nathaniel.

Happiness swept through the Thorin’s. Their new generation was off to a good start.

The Phantom mage walked to Duchess Mila and said, "Let us talk price."

"Yes," Duchess smiled. "We can pay and we will pay in gold. How much do you need?"

The masked mage slipped a piece of paper into duchess Mila’s hands. "These girls, find them and send them to the mage academy. For the rest of their lives, you must pay for their education. They are under your protection from now. Do not renege on your debt or the next time you need my services, I shall not come."

Without another word, she walked to the fireplace where green flames were still burning hot and she disappeared.