11 A Bit of Mercy (1/2)

I realize I had just fucked up.

When there are so many people to keep track of, someone bounds to slip through the crack.

Even with my godlike power, I am not a God, who is Omni-sentience.

I even lost track of time.

Almost 10 months have passed since I bang the princess. But in reality, it is about a few weeks in total for me.

I didn't really live the full 10 months on the island of Atlantis.

Why would I when I could skip ahead in time, dropping in when things require my attention?

I understand that it will get progressively harder to keep everything under my absolute control.

More so when I expand my operations, controlling more companies and enlisting more people.

There are so many things happening simultaneously already.

I am not even sure what Henry is doing at this very moment.

In fact, I don't fully understand the finer inner workings of Chrono Holdings.

Thankfully, the virtual intelligence Selene does, so I don't have to sit down and study the legal aspects of running a massive corporation.

Honestly, the best I could do is making sure every high-ranking members in my organizations remain completely loyal to me and to the cause.

In turn, the members keep their men and subordinates in line.

There are just too many underlings and goons to keep track of. I don't even know who some of them are, like the man who is standing in front of me right now.

I could learn his name by asking him then jump back in time to make it appears that I know everything from the beginning. It will give him the impression that he can hide nothing from me.

I have to keep up the impression.

I am such a faker.

”I see. Carry on, Jamus.”

I teleport to where Doctor Mathew is.

The man is startled since I just appear out of thin air.

”I will never get use to that. Ahem. Lord Maxwell. I assume you are here because of Ambrosia.”

”You assume correctly. How did you know the child is mine?”

Doctor Mathew explains all the test he has done. It is without a doubt that the newborn child is mine due to the strange genetic marker. He then take me to see the former princess. She is in intensive care due to giving birth to my child.

If Ambrosia gave birth back in the ancient world, she would have died young due to the lack of medical care. Politically, there is no doubt that as a princess, she will have to get married and give birth.

I wonder whether being in this time and space is lucky or unlucky for her.

Honestly, no one really treats her badly despite her current status. Her mother is the same. Losing all their power and wealth did make them see the world in a different light. They are more humbled and considerate than before.

However, not all of their newfound behavior is without its hidden agenda.

”Lord Maxwell…”

Ambrosia utters and tries to get off the bed to pay me respect.

The nurses stop her since her body is far too weak.

”I really underestimate you, my dear princess. To keep the pregnancy a secret for this long. What do you truly hope to gain from this?”

I question. I know that many men has taken her since I condemned her and her mother to a lifetime of servitude. She and her mother are too beautiful to be left alone.

Ambrosia did stop when procreation becomes too dangerous for the baby.

”I only wish to serve you, Lord Maxwell. Please allow me to, I beg of you. I have never felt this way all my life. I am so happy that I was able to give birth to your child. My only regret is that the child is not the heir you wanted.”

Ambrosia pleads, tearfully. She speaks in perfect English. It is very impressive considering less than a year has passed for her.

Unfortunately, I am not a sucker for sweet words.

I look into the future once more, but it remains unchanging. Due to the way she was raised all her life by that mother of hers, she will not be able stop herself from grabbing powers when it presents itself.

This will cause great disharmony between various factions within my organizations.

I cannot allow her to corrupt the organizations that I taxingly build from the ground up.

”I believe that there is some truth to those words. However, you are wrong about me wanting an heir. I don't need a heir. And I will love and care for any of my offspring regardless of gender. Unfortunately, I cannot have you by my side as you are right now.”

I tell her and look at the baby girl. The child will grow up to be like her mother, beautiful, cunning and extremely deadly – something that I will not allow to happen.