Free Web NovelThe Elven Royal Court, Recuperation House.
After answering the basic questions Physician Ruoye asked—how old Jasmine was, what she usually liked to eat, whether there had been large-scale magic usage or strenuous activity during childbirth, and the like—Vieya was promptly ushered outside.
Outside the door, Vieya and Elliti stared at each other.
After thinking for a long while, she tentatively asked, “Elliti, how old are you today?”
“Four,” Elliti replied in confusion.
“Only three years younger than my daughter.” Vieya sighed, then asked again, “Are you a picky eater?”
“...We elves eat fruits and flowers and grasses. I like them very much,” Elliti answered after some thought. At the same time, an absurd guess rose in her heart:
Just now... could it be that Sister Vieya had been stumped by those simple questions Physician Ruoye asked?
She didn’t know her daughter’s exact age, didn’t know what her daughter liked to eat, didn’t know the circumstances of her daughter’s birth—and judging from Jasmine proactively heating food for Vieya, maybe in daily life it was mostly the daughter taking care of the mother in reverse... No, that was too hard to bear.
Elliti shook her head, trying hard to fling that line of speculation out of her mind.
Sister Vieya looked so responsible and serious—she definitely wasn’t that kind of sham mother.
A moment later, Jasmine came out as well, looking a bit low-spirited. But before she could go over to hug her mom, Vieya was called back in by Ruoye.
“The child’s mother, come in for a moment.”
“......”
Vieya sighed, patted her daughter’s hair, and walked into the recuperation house with heavy steps.
“Sit.”
Sunlight filled the room. Ruoye, in a white coat, sat behind her work desk, pale-green wavy long hair loosely draped behind her. While using magic to browse books floating in the air, she turned her cheek and looked at Vieya with curiosity.
“Are you really her biological mother?”
“Of course!”
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“Well... because Jasmine was born by her other mother. Um, I wasn’t with them at the time.” Vieya lowered her head and spoke softly.
Seeing her difficulty, Ruoye took the initiative to change the topic. “Overall, your daughter’s issues stem from problems left over at birth, which led to delayed postnatal development. This needs nourishment with power of the same origin to recover slowly. Even the hidden ailments in her hands and legs are the same—they all require that same-origin power.”
“But unfortunately, I checked the records of the elven race...” As Ruoye spoke, she gently lifted her gaze to Vieya and said meaningfully, “That kind of power has only appeared on Demon Kings. We... don’t have it here.”
“Mm, I understand.” Vieya paused, then asked, “Are there any other problems with my daughter’s body?”
“There are.”
Leaning back in her chair, Ruoye asked in return, “Are you a single-parent household?”
The slime girl fell silent for a moment, then nodded without really understanding. “Probably.”
“It’s either yes or no. Where does ‘probably’ come from...” Ruoye’s mouth twitched. Amused despite herself by this seemingly muddleheaded young mother, she went on, “Children who grow up in single-parent families often develop more extreme personalities. That requires more companionship and guidance. Your daughter looks fine at present, but there are some issues with relatively large hidden risks.”
“Issues with large hidden risks?” The slime girl instantly tensed up, pale fingers unconsciously gripping the corner of her clothes.
Seeing that reaction, Ruoye couldn’t help but chuckle. Mothers this scatterbrained were rare even among the elves.
She nodded. “Mm. Even though you were waiting right outside, your daughter still showed considerable anxiety when she was alone with me.” Then she changed tack. “Does your daughter not have friends her own age?”
“She... does, I think?” Vieya said. “I sent her to study at the magic academy. There aren’t many, but there should be two?”
“Heh.” Ruoye shook her head with a smile. “Your daughter said she doesn’t.”
“Huh?” The slime was surprised.
“I can’t rule out that your daughter is stubborn and doesn’t like to show her feelings,” Ruoye said thoughtfully. “But when I asked whether she liked you, she said she liked you very much—liked you more than anything—and showed a very high level of affection toward you.”
“Your daughter loves you a great deal, young little mother. In the future, I hope you can also love your daughter a bit more.” Ruoye sighed.
“...” Don’t I already love my daughter enough?
Doubting herself, Vieya pressed her lips together and said nothing more.
After that, Ruoye wrote up a summary report and handed it to Vieya, and separately listed the precautions on a slip of paper.
“All right. There’s nothing serious with your daughter—she’s just a bit lacking in love. Just pay attention in the future.”
A bit lacking in love.
Is this telling me to drown my daughter in love?!
Vieya curled her lips, and under Ruoye’s smiling gaze, left in a gloomy mood.
Outside the door.
Jasmine was uneasy, but seeing that there wasn’t much difference in her mother before and after going in, she finally set her heart at ease.
“Mom, the elven doctor didn’t say anything bad, right?” ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) Jasmine asked cautiously.
Vieya shook her head. Under her daughter’s surprised gaze, she squatted down and reached out to pinch Jasmine’s cheeks, kneading them like dough, rounding and flattening them.
Under the slime’s ravaging, Jasmine’s cheeks were揉 red, and even her expression turned...
