RAGNA POV...
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Even though we were her grandchildren, my Grandma—Midwife Maida—showed no favoritism whatsoever.
Of course, no one in the village knew about our relationship. To the public, older sister was just another patient, which meant she had to wait her turn like everyone else.
Honestly… my head was a mess.
The terrifying midwife everyone feared was somehow my grandmother. And yet, ever since we arrived, after that brief moment of familial warmth, she and Mother had gone back to acting like complete strangers.
But that wasn't even my biggest problem.
My real issue was the barrage of glowing notifications burning into my vision.
My head throbbed as the words hovered there, unmoving. My eyes narrowed so much that, if not for the cloth covering my face, the expression I was making would have scared the living hell out of everyone.
> [Does host desire to spread his seeds to relatives?]
[Yes] — [No]
