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“Elaris… Caelum…” Alora spoke softly, her voice carrying a warmth that filled the quiet chamber.

Broken stilled for a moment, letting the names settle in his mind.

They were beautiful.

And honestly?

There was no way he would have come up with something that elegant even if he tried.

It suited them perfectly.

Alora continued with a gentle smile. “Elaris, a blend of ‘Elara’ means celestial and ‘forest,’ symbolizing her forest elf heritage.”

Broken gave a small nod, liking the depth behind it.

“And Caelum, meaning ‘sky’ or ‘heavens,’ symbolizing his fae nature.”

His gaze shifted between them again.

Elaris. Caelum.

“Welcome to the world,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual.

Alora laughed softly, the sound filled with pure joy as she lifted both babies closer to her face and pressed gentle kisses on their tiny foreheads.

Broken watched, a rare warmth spreading through his chest.

For the first time in a long while, he felt truly, genuinely happy.

Alora gave him a small, knowing look before signaling for him to hold them.

Broken hesitated for a second, then nodded.

He adjusted his posture, making sure he was seated properly before Alora carefully placed Elaris into his right arm and Caelum into his left.

The moment their tiny bodies settled into his hands, he felt the softness and warmth of their delicate forms.

He sat there, stiff as a rock.

Hell.

This was his first time holding babies.

Sure, he had a younger sister, Lily, but he had never carried her as a newborn.

Alora giggled as she watched him struggle slightly, his posture a little too careful—a little too rigid.

“Relax,” she teased.

Broken exhaled slowly, then gathered his courage to stand up.

As he did, he swayed gently to keep his balance, and almost immediately, Elaris stirred, blinking open her tiny eyes before letting out a soft yawn.

Caelum, meanwhile, also opened his eyes, but unlike his sister, he remained calm and observant, simply taking in his surroundings.

Elaris let out a small noise.

A tiny complaint.

Alora giggled. “She’s greeting her father.”

Broken raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help the small smirk forming on his lips as he sat back down on the bed, adjusting his hold on them carefully.

Alora leaned in, playfully nuzzling both babies as she spoke with a warmth that reached straight into his chest.

“Both of them are our babies.”

She wasn’t just saying it—she was affirming it.

Not just Elaris, their daughter by blood.

But Caelum, too—born from Elaine’s seed, yet still theirs.

And honestly? It didn’t sound like a bad idea to him.

“Yeah… they are.” He finally responded.

A few moments later, Alora shifted closer, leaning against his left arm as she reached out to gently stroke Caelum’s tiny head.

Elaris suddenly hiccupped, then let out a soft, whimpering cry.

Alora laughed softly. “Oh? Is our little princess jealous?”

Broken glanced down, watching as Elaris squirmed slightly in his hold, her tiny face scrunching up.

He chuckled, then gently rocked her back and forth, swaying slightly as he adjusted his grip.

And just like that—

The crying stopped.

She settled down again, nestling into him.

Broken watched, awe-struck.

That… was incredible.

For someone who had spent his time fighting, crafting, and leading armies—

Holding his children was the most surreal thing he had ever done.

***

A short while later, Broken and Alora, each carrying Elaris and Caelum, made their way toward the royal balcony.

The moment they stepped outside, a loud cheer erupted from below.

The palace courtyard was packed with people, citizens, knights, nobles, and officials all gathered to witness this moment.

It wasn’t just an announcement—it was a celebration. A formal proclamation to the entire Dissidia Kingdom.

Lionell, who stood near the balcony, bowed respectfully to both of them before turning toward the massive crowd.

Then, he raised his voice with commanding authority.

“Rejoice, people of Dissidia! Today, we celebrate the birth of our future! Our kingdom welcomes two new heirs—the royal children of our King and Queen!”

The crowd erupted in cheers, voices mixing into a wave of excitement.

“Long live the King and Queen!”

“Glory to the royal family!”

“Blessings upon the newborns!”

The energy of the people was overwhelming, their cheers echoing across the city.

Alora, standing proudly beside Broken, lifted her voice next.

“May the spirits of the land and sky bless our children, and may Dissidia grow stronger with them!”

Another wave of cheers followed, the sheer joy of the people filling the air.

Broken exhaled slowly, watching the celebration unfold around him.

At Alora’s request, she had expressed her desire to keep Caelum’s true origins a secret.

She wanted the world to believe that she had given birth to twins.

At first, Broken had hesitated.

Officially, the rightful heir to the kingdom should have been Elaris alone, being their true-born child.

But with Caelum now standing beside her, things became more complicated.

Alora had emphasized it once more—she didn’t want Caelum to be treated differently.

“He is our child. Just like Elaris. No one—not you, not me, not anyone—will see him as anything less.”

Her voice had been firm, unwavering, filled with conviction.

And seeing that, Broken finally agreed.

Now, standing before the massive crowd, Lionell raised his voice once again.

“Citizens of Dissidia! Hear and rejoice! Our King and Queen present to you the royal twins—Elaris and Caelum!”

The names echoed across the courtyard.

A thunderous cheer erupted!

“Long live the royal twins!”

“May they grow strong and lead us into a prosperous future!”

“Glory to Dissidia!”

The energy from the people was overwhelming, the sheer joy and pride vibrating through the very air.

Alora, standing beside Broken, smiled softly, her eyes shimmering as she gently held their children close.

This was their choice.

This was their family.

And now—the entire kingdom had accepted them both.

Broken couldn’t help but smile, his mind already racing ahead.

He wasn’t just looking at two infants—he was looking at the future.

And damn—he was curious.

What kind of individuals would Elaris and Caelum grow up to be?

What would they look like in a few years? How strong would they become?

He could already picture them running through the halls of the palace, their laughter echoing through the kingdom.

Time in Yunatea ran three times faster than in the real world.

Since becoming the Sloth Champion, only two and a half years had passed in Yunatea’s time.

That meant, in just two or three more years, his children would no longer be infants.

They would be walking, running, speaking—growing into the next era of Dissidia.

His grip tightened slightly as he stared down at them, a quiet but powerful resolve settling in his chest.

He would do anything to make this kingdom stronger.

For them.

For their future.

***

They made their way back inside, knowing that later that evening, a grand celebration would take place.

Nobles from across the kingdom were already arriving, and the entire palace was preparing for a night of festivities.

Hah…

Honestly?

It sounded exhausting.

These kinds of formal events were never something Broken enjoyed, but—it came with the role. He had to get used to it.

And besides, The members of Vensalor Guild had also arrived.

This wouldn’t just be any celebration.

This would be a night to remember.

Perhaps… even more unforgettable than his own wedding with Alora, which now that he thought about it, was approaching its one-year mark.

Time truly flew fast in Yunatea.