The bedroom was bustling with activity as the Silver Dragon clan’s physicians worked meticulously, ensuring every detail was accounted for.  

Maids hurried in and out, fetching hot water, wringing towels, and readying baby clothes. Despite the apparent chaos, everything moved with a precise rhythm under the direction of Inye and the head maid, Anna.  

In the midst of the commotion, faint, strained sounds of pain came from Rosvisser. She was enduring the agony of childbirth.  

In a corner of the room, Leon stood with Aurora cradled in one arm while holding Moon’s hand. Noa stood nearby, watching.  

The four of them observed the scene, knowing there was little they could do to help. Earlier, Leon had asked Inye if there was anything he or the girls could do.  

Inye had simply replied, “Not yet. Wait for your time to act.”  

Not wanting to distract her or the others, Leon led his daughters to a corner to stand by quietly, ready to assist if needed.