I'm really a witch

Circe is pregnant.

The whole of Pemberley was on edge, especially Darcy and Georgiana, who looked at Circe as if they were looking at something fragile.In reality, however, Circe's pregnancy has been a quiet one.

Those violent reactions, such as morning sickness or late calf cramps, seemed to have been bluntly weakened on Circe.Aside from the fact that her stomach was getting heavier and she almost wanted to be cast with a levitation spell, Circe was having a good time at other times.

The delivery person was a wizard doctor hired by Tolliams, in order to avoid any supernatural events during the delivery that would scare ordinary people.Besides, the wizarding community has always attached great importance to the birth of a witch. After all, the population of their race is really pitifully small.It's slightly better in modern times, but at this time, the wizard population is really a big problem.

So Mr. Darcy saw a wizard-like delivery in his opinion, which was simple and rude.The old female wizard handed Circe a vial of a pale gold potion, poured a vial of a pale red one in the middle of labor, and painted something under her nose with her hand together.In addition to the bloody smell in the delivery room, there is only the smell of strange potions.

Circe didn't even cry, she did look like she was in pain, but it didn't seem like it was that much pain, probably the kind of pain you would frown or bite your arm to get over.This was quite different from what he had heard from his friends, and Darcy, who had already prepared himself in various ways, was at a loss for a moment.

And Circe even had the nerve to wave at him when he was dazed.Of course, she was immediately told by the old witch to pay attention.

Circe wasn't quite sure whether she had a light belly feeling at the moment when the delivery was over, or when she sat up. In any case, she touched her flat stomach during the witch's skillful series of movements, and suddenly felt I feel relieved.Immediately afterwards, she was given another bottle of potion to treat her physical damage during childbirth.Therefore, the wizard is convenient, but the taste of the potion is really bad.Circe scowled and dropped a candy in his mouth.

It's a boy.The skin is wrinkled, the eyes are half-closed, and the sparse lanugo looks like... well, what special hair color can a black-haired couple expect?

Darcy was hugging him very stiffly, his posture was quite standard, probably he had practiced it in advance.

"You don't have to be so careful." After drinking the potion, Circe regained her spirits. She sat up neatly before Darcy reached out to help her, and knocked on her leg by the way, "Even if you let go, you won't fall He, I've never heard of a wizard kid being thrown to his death."

Circe squinted her eyes for a while and said, "The soul is almost formed, and the color looks good." She raised her chin proudly, "Of course our child's soul is the same, and he will become an excellent person."

"Indeed," the midwife witch waved her hands and packed up her things. "This is the child with the strongest breath of life I have ever delivered. Kretica is indeed a child favored by nature." She said with emotion.

That night, the iris that Georgiana kept on the window sill pulled itself out of the pot completely, and climbed all the way along the outer wall of the house to the master bedroom.It also politely knocked on the window.

At that time, Georgiana was staying in her brother-in-law's room to tease the newborn baby. She was frightened by the sudden knock on the window and almost couldn't catch the bell in her hand.

"Look, here comes the name giver." Circe raised her hand, and the window opened a crack, and Iris nimbly slipped in.

"I said earlier that we don't need to come up with a name. We Kletika never have to think of a name by ourselves." Circe took it for granted that he was lazy, and picked up the iris that was bouncing over.

Ever since seeing this little guy dancing against the moonlight, the quiet and elegant iris shadow in Georgiana's heart was shattered.After the initial surprise passed, she looked curiously at the palm that Circe held it in.

Being watched by so many people, Iris looked even more proud. It shook the flower buds on its head excitedly.As it swayed, the buds gradually opened until they were in full bloom.The petals opened layer by layer, and a small cloud of golden mist was sprayed out, forming a name floating in the air.

"Hyman? No wonder..." Cersey muttered.

"No wonder what?" Darcy kept staring at the wisp of golden mist until it dissipated.

"Didn't Ms. Ansina say that he has strong vitality?" Circe dragged the dispersed mist into the gap between Little Heyman's eyebrows, and explained, "Kritika's name has a certain meaning."

She pointed to herself: "Circe is the name of a powerful witch, which means that I have magical talents beyond ordinary people." She paused, stretched out her hand to tease the baby, "Heyman represents life, said The simpler one is that he will live a long time and not be easily injured."

Circe withdrew his hand and nodded his chin: "He will also be more popular with nature than the average Kletika. You know, nature prefers life, and those with a strong breath of life are always more popular."

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Exuberant vitality is probably not a good thing.

Circe looked distressed at his son, who was floating around the room and still giggling from time to time, feeling a little complicated.

Darcy's mood may be a little more complicated. He didn't dare to take his son out of the room because he was afraid that the servants would find something abnormal.The matter had been successfully resolved after Circe had set up the circle overnight at Pemberley, and he now began to worry about the christening of his son.

Circe is very open-minded about this point: "Look at me, I was baptized too, besides," she said quickly, pulling back the silly son who was about to stuff his mouth while grabbing the bed curtain. , "Isn't there still Bishop Hutton? He shouldn't refuse." The witch raised her eyebrows and laughed as if she had thought of something.

The schadenfreude lady witch dragged the helpless Mr. Darcy, hugged the snoring son, and approached Archbishop Hutton.

Unexpectedly, the old gentleman knocked on the scepter and let out an earth-shattering roar: "Why should I baptize a wizard child?" He stared at the white and tender baby, trying to scare him away.Little Hyman spit bubbles at him, grinned, and stretched out his little hands to pull his hair.

Circe hugged his son, talking nonsense as he wished: "Look at him, he looks so much like Mr. Darcy, this hair, this nose, these eyes... cough, this mouth." Circe skipped his eyes guilty , continued to be confident, "Mr. Darcy was baptized by you, are you going to abandon his son?" Darcy nodded along, but refused to look at the archbishop.

"...don't make it seem like your son can't be baptized." Glaring at Darcy, the old gentleman was about to compromise.

"After all, not accepting the baptism is still too eye-catching." Circe answered straightforwardly, and quickly added a sentence before the old man stared at him with a straight face, "So of course we must find someone who is trustworthy."

The old man raised his chin and took a breath from his nose, reluctantly accepting this sentence.

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At the time of baptism, a small incident happened.

Apart from relatives and friends, half of the remaining people were Derbyshire people who came here because they heard that Mr. Darcy's son was baptized, and the other half were attracted by Archbishop Hutton's personal baptism.There were many more people than expected, and Little Hyman's baptism ceremony seemed to suddenly become grand.

But this little fool has always been cheerful, and he laughed even happier after meeting so many strangers, but he was not stage fright at all.

Archbishop Hutton read something solemnly, and Circe knew that he was pulling the light element.This made the witch's eyes widen in surprise, she hadn't expected this.After all, she thought that the old gentleman was just going to make a scene casually, but she didn't expect that he really worked so hard.

After the old man finished chanting, he sent little Haiman into the holy pool. Of course, water is needed for holy water baptism.He also took a slightly distracted look at Circe, his beard raised, and he seemed to give her a low snort.Circe pursed her lips and leaned closer to Darcy, ignoring the old man who always suddenly became childish.

It was at this time that the sudden change occurred.Said it was a sudden change, or said it was a sudden change, but in fact, only the archbishop, Circe and Mr. Darcy were present, and Mr. Darcy was also accompanied by Circe.

Probably because Little Heyman was recognized by nature as a child full of vitality, and the bright elements also loved him very much.The moment Little Hyman touched the holy water, they rushed into his body excitedly.Seeing this scene, in the eyes of Circe and the others, a dense white light enveloped little Heyman, while others only saw a few bubbles popping up on the surface of the water.

The archbishop hurriedly scooped up little Hyman, too much was too late, even if the power of light could cleanse the mind and strengthen the body, this amount would definitely not be a good thing.

Circe and the archbishop exchanged a look, and they cooperated tacitly, freezing the time of the church again like the wedding day.

Then Circe couldn't sit down on the chair anymore, she almost jumped up from the chair suddenly, and rushed to Little Hyman's side in the next moment.Holding its small body in one hand, a steady stream of natural magic gradually enveloped Little Hyman's whole body from Circe's palm.This is to forcibly cut off the contact of light magic with him.

The accumulated light elements in the holy pool are too strong, even if they are not as powerful as being led by someone, just being crowded together like this makes Circe feel a pain.Seeing that there was always a gap in the little "cover" on little Hyman's body that could not be filled, Circe gritted his teeth, and had no choice but to draw the light element rushing towards his son to himself.

Fortunately, Circe is extremely talented in magic after all. Even if she is not their first choice, after being guided like this a few times, they obediently changed their targets.Circe quickly took this opportunity to fill in the "gap" and "wrap" her son tightly.

The magic "hood" slowly and gently combed the light power that suddenly appeared in Little Heyman's body, and Circe added some power into it from time to time.

After the "riot" of the light elements finally subsided, Circe's eyes were frighteningly bright—the light elements that had penetrated into her body had not been completely absorbed by her soul, and they were honestly reflected in her eyes.She had to cast a little magic to block the two little bulbs.

And little Heyman has already blown bubbles and fell asleep.