I Became the Tutor of the Royal Twins - Side Story 19

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Side Story 19

Translator: Yonnee

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A sweet, floral scent wafted through the air, tickling their noses. The black-and-white mobile above the white wooden crib danced slowly with the breeze.

The babies, swaddled in white cloth, were fascinated and couldn’t take their eyes off the mobile. They followed the movements of unicorns, butterflies, and fairies with their heads.

“Hello.”

Sera approached the crib and waved softly, greeting the three babies. She had recovered surprisingly quickly, showing a warm smile just a short time after giving birth. The babies tilted their heads curiously, then slowly recognized their mother and smiled.

They were Sera and Helios’s first children, born a little early, in the spring when pink cherry blossoms fluttered. They were not just twins but triplets, causing the entire empire to celebrate and marvel at their extraordinary number just a few days ago.

“It looks like two of them take after Oppa…”

“And one takes after Sera…”

Rosé and Ferre, who were watching the babies with bright eyes, made the same assessment today as always. It was a common thought among everyone who saw the babies.

“Time turned back for the Emperor.”

“For the Empress as well.”

Anyone who saw the babies would think the same, that they were carbon copies of their parents.

Sera had given birth to one daughter and two sons. Thanks to Rosé and Ferre’s efforts, their names were chosen from the 150 names prepared, evoking memories of the former emperor and empress.

In order of birth, they were Charlotte Adelio, Ernst Adelio, and Dion Adelio.

The eldest, Charlotte, was a beautiful girl with blue eyes and black hair, just like her mother. Ernst and Dion were identical boys with silver hair and violet eyes, just like their father.

“Ooh—”

“Yuu—”

“Woo—”

The babies cooed and wriggled in the crib. When they began to frown, Rosé and Ferre immediately started to fuss.

“What should we do? The babies seem uncomfortable.”

“Should we bring something? Sera?”

“Diapers?”

“Milk?”

“I think they’re just sleepy…”

Helios whispered to Rosé and Ferre as he reached out to the most fussing Charlotte. Thanks to his experience with Rosé and Ferre, he skillfully and securely held Charlotte.

Rosé and Ferre were mesmerized by the sight.

Helios lowered himself so Rosé and Ferre could get a better look at Charlotte. They approached slowly, holding their breath as they peered at the baby.

She was tiny, adorable, and smelled wonderful.

“Charlotte, are you sleepy?”

Rosé spoke awkwardly, looking into Charlotte’s large, round blue eyes. Charlotte blinked sleepily and suddenly burst into tears.

Startled, Ferre clung to Rosé.

“Charlotte, shh.”

Helios quickly cradled Charlotte and patted her back. If there had been only one baby, it would have been easier, but a chain reaction started.

Ernst and Dion, who had been cooing, began to cry as well.

“Ernst, Dion. It’s okay.”

Sera picked up Dion, who was closer to her, but couldn’t hold Ernst as well.

A nanny appeared and picked up Ernst.

The once peaceful room was now filled with the sound of crying babies. Mom, dad, and the nanny were all busy soothing the babies.

In the chaos, Rosé and Ferre hesitated before running to the next room.

The next room was the nursery, still empty.

Helios and Sera exchanged puzzled looks.

A moment later, Rosé and Ferre returned, each holding a large maraca. With determined expressions, they took a deep breath and began to shake the maracas slowly.

Shaaa shaaa, the sound of sand pouring filled the room.

Before they had shaken the maracas ten times, the babies miraculously stopped crying.

“How did you do that…?”

Helios asked, looking at the peacefully sleeping Charlotte.

“The babies like this sound.”

“Rosé and I studied really hard for this.”

Feeling triumphant, Rosé and Ferre proudly shook the maracas once more.

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“Beeh—”

“Booh—”

“Baah—”

The babies cooed in the solemn chapel where Sera and Helios had been married.

It was the day of the baptism ceremony for the babies, who had reached 100 days old, according to imperial tradition. They were the only ones allowed to break the silence in a room filled with priests and attendees.