บท 363: The Princes' Names

Ruby sat on the balcony, the soft evening breeze caressing her skin. The air was cool, but Matthew had placed the magic furnace near her so she and her twins wouldn't catch a chill. 

One son rested in each arm, their tiny bodies nestled against her, their breathing slow and rhythmic, as if lulled by the gentle sway of her movements. She hummed, singing a soft melody that lulled her babies into a deep slumber.

After Matthew told her that their second son's soul might still be intact in his body, hiding deep in his unconsciousness, she finally calmed down. Sometimes she wanted to hit something to relieve her anger, but she didn't want her sons to think their mother had gone crazy because of them.

Besides, she couldn't possibly expect her life to be filled with happiness and tranquility after she and Matthew had insulted the Moon Goddess.