A Flat-Chest Believer Reincarnated in a World Where Women with Small Breasts Aren't Treated as Women ~ I Ended Up with a Flat-Chested Harem. - Chapter 60

A little while later, accompanied by my mother, Risty entered the room holding the baby. Swaddled in a white cloth, the newborn let out soft cries.

“Oh! Risty, well done! Let me see.”

Former King Damian approached Risty and leaned over to peer at the baby’s face.

“Hmm! How dignified! This child will grow up to be an incredible handsome man!!”

“Oh, you’d say that no matter what kind of face he had. Look, everyone else wants to see too.”

Risty smiled. The Former King stared intently at the baby for another 30 seconds before stepping back.

“Let me see… Hmm. Adorable. It reminds me of when Folca was born. Nostalgic.”

That was around the time I was thinking, “Huh? I was supposed to be sleeping in my apartment.” Nostalgic.

One by one, everyone gathered around to look at the baby, exclaiming how cute he was. It was a lovely scene.

“Just now, I tried flowing some mana into him briefly. The resistance was strong.”

This gave me some reassurance. At this stage, it’s impossible to determine the exact degree of the child’s magical aptitude. However, by attempting to channel mana into their body, the level of resistance can give a rough idea—‘strong,’ ‘weak,’ or ‘average.’ For now, ‘strong’ was good enough to dispel any concerns about inheritance.

“Father-in-law, Folca, is the name we decided on earlier still okay?”

Risty’s question was met with nods from both my father and me. Risty had thoughtfully chosen names for both a boy and a girl beforehand.

“Then, this child’s name will be Blesta.”

Risty announced cheerfully. Blesta is an ancient word in this world, meaning “clouds dyed in the colors of dawn.”

Blesta Gustique. My son’s name.

“Hmm! A fine name! Now, we must send a messenger immediately!”

The Former King exclaimed as he left the room. He was likely sending one of his three guards as a courier. The distance between Remilba and the royal capital is roughly equivalent to traveling from Tokyo Station to Odawara Station. Relatively close, but riding nearly non-stop while switching horses would still be grueling. Good luck.

Baby Blesta quieted down. His breathing was steady, and it seemed he had fallen asleep.

The Former King soon returned, gazing at the sleeping baby and exclaiming, “Even his sleeping face is dignified!”

“Alright! Let’s have a feast. Marquis Gustique, I’ll cover the costs. Prepare the drinks! Let’s share the joy with the people of Remilba too.”

Once again, the Former King raised his voice.

“With all due respect, Your Majesty the Former King, preparations have already been made.”

“Marquis Gustique! As expected of you! Alright, let’s drink!”

The sheer enthusiasm of Former King Damian was overwhelming. I was incredibly happy myself, but I felt like I couldn’t match his energy.

Meanwhile, Mariel, who was also pregnant, was sobbing uncontrollably.

…Considering the struggles and anguish she likely endured over her own insecurities, it wasn’t surprising. Once the courier reached the royal castle, it would probably erupt into celebrations as well.

Blesta really is amazing. He brings happiness to everyone.

“Well then, I think I’ll play some music. I’ll head to the terrace.”

In the Rolique Kingdom, there’s a traditional piece of music to celebrate the birth of a child. It seemed Prince Stain was planning to perform it.

Prince Stain pulled a violin-like instrument from its case. Outside the room was a large terrace. Mother offered to hold Blesta in her arms, while the rest of us stepped out onto the terrace.

It was still mid-morning, and the weather was clear and sunny.

“Alright,” Prince Stain said, beginning to construct his magic. The mana he released formed elegant and intricate patterns. Multiple spells were simultaneously deployed and maintained.

All of them were wind-attribute derivatives, part of his ‘sound’ performance magic. This wasn’t just a solo performance—it was as if a magical orchestra had been summoned to accompany him. Standing tall, Prince Stain raised his bow to the strings.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” Aria murmured in awe.

“Oh, Prince Stain, since you’re already performing, would you like us to help amplify it for the entire city? While we can’t match your skill, we’ve got plenty of mana.”

Selena spoke up. Prince Stain smiled and nodded, clearly pleased.

“Lasha, let’s do it.”
“Okay.”

Selena and Lasha began constructing their own magic. Combining their mana, they created an immense spell. It functioned like a magical speaker, not just amplifying the sound but spreading it across the entirety of Remilba. It wasn’t simply louder—it ensured the music reached every corner of the city with clarity. It was as if countless high-quality speakers had been installed throughout the sky.

Their spell was extraordinary. In this world, each individual’s mana has a unique wavelength, making it impossible for two people to harmonize their mana into a single spell. However, ‘true twins,’ or identical twins like Selena and Lasha, are an exception. Because their wavelengths are perfectly aligned, they can combine their already vast mana reserves.

Prince Stain began his performance. As he played the instrument, his magic produced a variety of additional sounds. The melody was gentle and uplifting.

Selena and Lasha’s magic captured the notes, spreading the music throughout Remilba.

The citizens were likely surprised by the sudden music, but many would recognize the tune. They’d understand it was a celebration of a child’s birth.

Under the blue sky, we listened to the performance that filled the city.

Magic truly is a wonderful thing.

Afterwards, in various squares throughout Remilba, the Gustique family distributed alcohol to the citizens. Amid the festive atmosphere, the grand event of Risty’s childbirth came to a close.