Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 62 Di Ya III (3)

While the men went out to hunt their boars, hares, and deer, the ladies sat together and gossiped.

Before Di Ya entered the tent, she heard crying inside.

"It's probably the little girl from the Jagoron family," Sigmund guessed. "His husband is probably in danger."

Lozalia, Dia and the others walked into the tent, which was hung with a milky white silk tapestry embroidered with a standing blue dragon pattern.

The tent was filled with scents of lavender, thyme, and musk oils on the ladies, and the fat and spices of food that had been prepared.

The minstrels played relaxed and cheerful repertoires with their lutes, violins, zithers and clarinets.Dia heard the tune as a child, "My Empty Money Bag."

A little girl in a white silk gown was weeping.The ladies sat around her, trying to comfort her.

"Sister, he will be fine." A hazel-haired girl with a delicate face in a red silk dress said kneeling in front of Katarina Jagoron.

"I don't know, I don't know..." she sobbed, "You always say that, but who can guarantee that my husband will be safe?"

"We will all pray for your husband's health, Mrs. Katarina." Lozaria approached them and said softly.

"Your Majesty the Queen." Everyone stood up and saluted Lozaria.

Lozaria nodded and waved for them to sit down.She walked up to Mrs. Catalina and patted the little girl's head.

"My poor girl, you must be terrified." Lozaria stroked her hair and held it gently in her arms.

"Duke Marius can't die," a thin old woman in a black velvet gown waved her hand and said, "but maybe he can only lie in bed for the rest of his life."

When Mrs. Catalina heard this, she cried even more fiercely. She buried her head in Lozaria's arms and hugged the queen tightly.

The girl should be as old as Diya when she married to Madkalin City, she thought to herself.

The gods are really cruel to be alone in a foreign country and have no one to rely on, and now she may lose her beloved husband, or she will have to take care of her adult who can't take care of herself for the rest of her life.

"Mrs. Olga, what you said is too much!" The little girl kneeling in front of Mrs. Katarina scolded angrily. Wife of Duke Lesek Zarek "The Goldstone".

"Didn't I tell your sister not to worry?" Mrs. Olga snorted, "The little girl from the Perk family is really hypocritical."

"Stop playing that tune!" Madame Sinia shouted to the bards on the other side, and the cheerful music of "My Empty Purse" came to an abrupt end.

"Say a few words, Olga." The lady sitting on Mrs. Olga's left advised.She was plump and looked slightly younger than Madame Olga.

The plump lady walked up to the two daughters of Lozaria and Yarus Perk, looked Katarina over and over again, and asked softly, "Little girl, are you pregnant with his child?"

Mrs. Catalina stifled her sobs a little, and nodded desperately.

"It's so pitiful." The plump lady shook her head and sighed.

"Ms. Luisa, how did you find out that she was pregnant?" Lozaria asked.

"Brown patches on the face, and more lustrous and thicker black hair than her sister." Lady Louisa replied, "My Majesty, although I have never had a child, I have seen many pregnant women, especially Olga, after she married from Bonestone City to Weiqing City, she was often pregnant by Franchak."

After listening to Ms. Luisa's words, Dia also noticed the spots on Katarina Perke's face and the slightly raised belly.

"I have no other meaning." Lozaria apologized.She looked at Katarina Pelke in her arms and comforted: "The gods have given you a child, and they will also help your husband survive."

"Even if he doesn't survive, you already have the heir of the Jagoron family in your belly." Mrs. Olga said again, "If it's a boy."

Mrs. Catalina, who had just calmed down, cried loudly again when she heard this.

"Mrs. Olga." Lozaria reproached.

"Oh, why are you crying again?" Mrs. Olga clicked her lips.

Madame Olga speaks with thorns, like thorns, Dia thought.

Diawan spoke kindly to everyone: "I suggest that everyone pray to Zarea, the God of Mercy and Mercy, and hope that she can bless Duke Marius Jagoron."

"What a good idea, sister." Lozaria said with a smile, "We have no other way to help except pray."

At this time, the curtain of the tent was opened, and a thin blond man with a helmet walked in.

He wore chainmail around his neck and shoulders, a white tunic embroidered with golden wheat, and dark brown leather riding boots.

The blond man bowed and said, "Your Majesty, ladies and gentlemen, please forgive my interruption."

"Master Yang." Lozaria nodded slightly, "How is your brother, Lord Marius?"

"Sorry, Your Majesty, it's hard to say now." Jan Jagoron sighed, "We need to bring him back to the city. He needs the best doctors and priests."

"Of course." After a short pause, Lozaria agreed, "My guards will escort you back to Hall of Ashes."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. But there is no need to trouble you and your subordinates. Our people are enough to protect the Duke." Jan Jagoron politely refused.

Then he said to Catalina, "Lady Catalina, we should go."

Mrs. Catalina wiped the tears from her red and swollen eyes, and got up to follow Jan Jagoron.

"Take care, my sister." Mrs. Xinia said softly, putting her little hand on her sister's shoulder.

"Stay strong, girl." Dia cheered her on.

Dia could understand Mrs. Katarina's helplessness, after all, she might have been younger than the little girl from the Perk family when she was pregnant with Allen.

At that time, Vigrich always cared for her in every possible way, and ordered the maids around him to accompany Dia to take care of her at all times.He even went to the shrine in the palace to pray devoutly for the health of himself and his unborn child until night.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling bitter in her heart. Perhaps the young and sick Alan didn't grow up as her husband expected, or he cared more about the management of the empire than his wife and children.

Diya hopes that she can be as strong-willed as her father, Izdor, but she can't. It's like pushing a mountain. No matter how hard she tries, she can't succeed.

(End of this chapter)