Chapter 93 - Grand Father (1/2)
”My son.”
”What do you mean your son?! You have too many to count!”
”Simonifirac.”
The words were clear, and the expression could not be simpler; the audience understood full well what the meaning of it all is. Karlus stared blankly at his son who was standing next to the Blood Sovereign. Simon had been called 'papa' and Malece had been called 'mama', it did not take a genius detective to understand the meaning of the child's words. Something happened and it was not something that could be considered as natural.
Suddenly Karlus came up with a reason on why Simon had probably been missing for the last two years. He had a rough picture but at the same time he felt quite overwhelmed by the picture he had just painted.
'My son's wife is the Blood Sovereign...? He already has a child....? I am finally a grandfather?'
He was internally elated, but did not let a single emotion show under his iron hard exterior.
His son had not only become the blood consort, but furthered the family lineage. Karlus could not be prouder.
”O, so the Blood Sovereign must have taken your boy as a breeding slave. It must feel amazing to know that your Simonifirac is nothing more than a slave. I for one would never let Mattricht be shamed like this. Not only is your Simonifirac behind, now he is not even a free devil.” Oberon scoffed in satisfaction as he grossly misrepresented the situation.
”Papa is 'breeding shwave'?” Dahlia repeated Oberon's words with a slight mistake.
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”Hahaha...” Simon laughed and pointed at Oberon.
”Why do you say such gross words in front of my daughter? She heard everything. She is so innocent too. Why did you just let her hear that? Do you even know what you have done?” A flickering light started to rumble from both of Simon's eyes, masking his gaze in a chaotic aura.
”Dear, would you please bring Dahlia to her room.” Simon gently said to Malece.
”No need to ask.” Malece grinned evilly and left with Dahlia in her embrace.
”That is not how a slave should act! Addressing your master by their first name!” Oberon's mind had crumbled. He had expected Simon to be way behind, so when he saw Simon with Malece, Oberon forced himself to assume the worst for Simon. Oberon simply had too much pride in his words.
”How about this? You give me a heartfelt apology, or else you want become ashes.”
”Today, you have multiplied my troubles in raising my child. You, a mere ant, have impeded in my child's moral growth. Under Devil Law, I could have you tortured for a period of over a century before executing you. However, I am kind. I will give you this one chance to make amends.”
”Oh please! You probably haven't even managed to break through to the 6th rank-”