The newborn were not just human or noble blood, but children of mana itself. From the moment they took their first breath, they were in tune with the world's energy, capable of absorbing mana as naturally as one would breathe or eat in the outer world.
And it was same for their growth too—faster, sharper and stronger.
Julian knew this well, and as he stood there, watching Eleanor, he could feel the energy swirling and focusing around her womb.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, letting himself connect with the world. Then, a faint shimmer rippled through the air, and two familiar figures materialized—Lisa, the Duchess of Hans, and her daughter, Isabel.
Their expressions brightened the moment they spotted Julian standing by the bed.
"Julian!" Lisa beamed, rushing toward him.
He caught her in his arms, hugging her close with a smile. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he murmured.
Isabel folded her arms with a small pout. "Of course, it has. You totally forgot about us."
