"Order them to save Hilver at all costs!"
Theodore's roar echoed throughout the hall.
Meanwhile, Aaron looked at the bitter-faced old scholar with a thoughtful expression.
"Indeed, giving birth in ancient times was like crossing the gates of hell for women..."
"Despite Theodore's attitude, he probably has little hope deep down."
In this backward world without extraordinary power, even a minor illness can be fatal.
After venting his anger, Theodore looked apologetically at Aaron: "I'm sorry... I might not be able to hold a welcoming banquet for you tonight."
"Please, don't worry about it..."
Aaron shook his head, indicating that it didn't matter.
He looked towards the delivery room, hesitated for a moment, and suggested: "I have some potions here that might be useful."
When it came to healing injuries, the doctors in the territory might not be as skilled as him.