If a Rank 4 being possessed the power to annihilate the Elf Race, then once a Rank 6 made a move, the Elves who dared to resist would probably be crushed into nothing but dust in an instant.
Moreover, in recent generations of the Elf Race, no one in the clan had ever seen or even heard of any powerhouse above Rank 5.
Even among the elders of the generation before the last, the highest recorded rank was only 5, and such individuals could be counted on the fingers of three hands.
That generation was the one most likely to revitalize the Elf Race.
Unfortunately, before that hope could even take root, it was crushed to smithereens by the humans' next attack, snuffing out all their fighting spirit completely.
It was also from that moment that the clansmen finally realized how insignificant they were in front of humans.
Since then, they have become increasingly reclusive, never daring to show themselves again.
So now, the sudden birth of a Rank 6 Elf—one can well imagine the shock it brought to Cici.
"However, Miss Cici, I must make this clear in advance."
Ryan said calmly, "This child is not included in the contract. When the contract is terminated and I am about to leave your Elf Race, I will definitely take him away with me."
"I understand. As long as it's my daughter's baby, that's fine." Cici smiled.
After saying that, she turned around, leaned down, hugged Celia, who was still lying peacefully, and said excitedly, "Celia, you're simply amazing～"
"Am I amazing..."
Cici examined them quietly.
She pointed to the smaller black egg in her daughter's arms and muttered, "That means... the mana fused into this egg is natural mana. It will most likely hatch into one of our Elf babies."
"Then this one must be a Demon baby, right?"
She then looked at the other egg, which Celia had tucked back into her embrace protectively.
When her gaze fell on this egg, she couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She propped her hands on the edge of the soft nest and pressed her ear against it to listen.
She was curious, yet remained quiet—for a moment, she even forgot who the real mother was.
Celia could hear her mother's soft mutterings constantly in her ears, which was a bit annoying.
Her whole body felt limp and weak; her small frame was extremely fragile after just giving birth. At this moment, her eyelids felt so heavy that they were almost closing, and she really had no strength to move.
She had given birth early in the morning, and had only slept for a short while before her mother came to the door and chatted with her for quite some time.
So now, she was extremely tired and just wanted to sleep well.
In response to her mother's questions, Celia could only manage a faint hum from time to time as a perfunctory reply.
"Mom... stop playing with the babies. Let me sleep. I'm so tired, so sleepy."
In the end, she couldn't help but complain.
"Ah～ I'm sorry, sorry. You rest well, my daughter. I forgot."
After apologizing, Cici took the last moment to gently pat her daughter's head, then slowly pushed herself up and moved towards the edge of the bed.
She adored the two babies her daughter had given birth to, but what she loved most was her own lovely Celia.
Putting on her shoes, Cici asked softly, "Shall I go out first?"
"Mm... Goodbye, Mom... Be careful on the way... and be careful of humans..."
She was almost asleep and didn't even know what she was saying.
As soon as Cici stepped out of the door, she saw her daughter's husband—Ryan.
He was lying on the sofa, dozing off.
If one looked closely at his sleeping face, they would notice dark circles around his eyes, a clear sign that he hadn't slept well the previous night.
"It seems Lord Ryan has also worked very hard."
And that was indeed the case.
Ryan had poured almost all his strength into that one act, leaving him extremely exhausted.
Afterwards, he had to force himself to stay calm to lull his wife to sleep.
In the middle of the next night, he had woken up early again to make preparations for Celia's delivery.
On the surface, he didn't show many signs of exhaustion, but in reality, he was just as tired as Celia—if not more.
But overall, Celia had suffered far more and deserved more pity.
After all, she had been unwilling, yet for the sake of the Elf Race and Ryan, she had given birth to two babies in just three short days.
"Miss Cici, you're coming out?"
Ryan forced himself to stay calm and alert, lifting his head and rubbing his forehead with his elbow.
"If you want to go back, you can go directly through the main door, or you can sit here for a while if you like."
"I'll leave first. I'll come back again this afternoon."
"Oh, right, take these for you to eat."
Cici said as she walked over to the man. She gently placed the bamboo basket she was carrying on the table in front of him.
"These are pastries I made this morning, called Tila Ning. They're a specialty of the Elf Race for you."
"Alright, thank you. I'll enjoy them later."
Ryan propped his cheek with his elbow and glanced vaguely into the bamboo basket.
Inside were two green spherical pastries, faintly emitting a soft aura of natural mana mixed with a rich vanilla fragrance. They looked like ordinary pastries, but were made with fused natural mana.
Although Ryan was very powerful in creating magic, he acknowledged that he was far inferior to the native Elves when it came to food.
He became interested and planned to study them carefully later.
"Well, I'm leaving now. Goodbye～ Thank you for taking care of my Celia."
Cici waved at the haggard-looking man, then turned around and went downstairs.
"Sigh--"
Ryan ran a hand through his hair and lay down heavily again.
From this personal experience, if he were outside, he would never pour so much of his strength again.
He was so exhausted it was ridiculous.
Kidney exhaustion...
The next noon.
Celia finally woke up.
She sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her little feet for a while, but couldn't reach her shoes no matter how hard she tried. She rubbed her eyes, then gave up on the shoes and stepped down barefoot.
She held onto the doorframe and glanced back worriedly.
Only after confirming that the two babies in the nest were safe and sound did she slowly walk out.
"Ugh..."
She needed to pee...
She covered her lower abdomen with both hands and looked around, only to find herself in a completely unfamiliar place.
After all, she had been secretly carried here while she was still asleep, so she had no chance to see the way.
She stood there blankly for a moment, then realized the only way out was that door, and outside the door there was only a corridor and a staircase ahead.
She tentatively walked into the corridor, and luckily, the toilet was right there, visible at a glance.
Celia stood in front of the door, twisted the doorknob, and walked in.
The toilet was very clean, entirely made of white tiles. There was no unpleasant smell at all; instead, there was a faint fragrance in the air.
These buildings were much more luxurious than those of the Elf Race.
--It's comfortable to live in, but it was exchanged for the lives of the clansmen who died within three days.
Speaking of which, as a girl, this was only the second time she had used the toilet.
Since she spent most of her time sleeping, she rarely drank water, so she rarely needed to go.
At this moment, she was quite embarrassed about having to sit to pee now that she no longer had a man's body.
After all, she had lived as a man for forty years, always peeing while standing. Doing it this way made her feel very uncomfortable and ashamed.
But then again, her starting point was different.
--Before Celia even learned how to use the toilet properly, she had already...
So somehow, she found it surprisingly easy to accept.
Her small hands rested on her soft knees, her knuckles curled slightly.
"Phew～" She finished.
Her body felt instantly refreshed.