In the castle's dining hall, candlelight danced across the silverware.
The long table was laden with roast pheasant, lamb stew, cream of mushroom soup, and freshly baked black bread, along with a dish of local wild berry jam.
After the servants served the final dish, Murphy gave a slight wave, dismissing them.
The dining hall door closed softly, leaving only the brother and sister behind.
Only a day after giving birth, Aurora was already able to get out of bed and walk around freely.
Now, three days later, her recovery was even more remarkable. Her complexion was rosy, her steps were light, and her every movement betrayed none of the weakness of a woman who had just given birth.
This was no miracle, but a matter of course.
Being able to withstand Murphy's physique meant Aurora had, of course, undergone rigorous Cultivation of the Knight's Breathing Technique.
