Chapter 544: A perfect life...

Warm afternoon sunlight bathed the living room in a golden hue.

Emperor Valerian Bleaufort stood proudly in the center of the room, carefully holding his newborn niece in his strong arms.

"Hahaha! I am an Uncle now!"

He gently rocked little Selene, looking down at her with sparkling eyes "Look at this precious little one! She’s absolutely perfect!"

Freya, who was resting comfortably on the couch beside Brandon, let out a soft, fond laugh at her elder brother’s dramatics.

Amelia, sitting on Brandon’s other side, giggled while covering her mouth.

Valerian continued to coo at the baby, gently bouncing her in his arms. Selene’s tiny hand gripped his finger, making the Emperor’s chest swell with emotion.

Freya shook her head with amusement "Brother, you’re going to wake her up if you keep shouting like that."

Valerian smiled "She should get used to her uncle’s loud voice! I’m going to spoil her endlessly."

He then turned toward Amelia, "And you, my dear daughter, when are you going to make me a grandfather?"

"Don’t tell me you’re going to make me wait too long after your aunt has already given me my first grandchild!"

Amelia’s face instantly turned bright red. "F-Father! Selene was just born three weeks ago! Can’t you give us some time?"

Valerian laughed heartily, "What? I want a big family! First my sister gives me a niece, now I expect grandchildren from you soon. Brandon, my son-in-law, I’m counting on you to work hard!"

Brandon chuckled and gently squeezed Amelia’s thigh, trying to soothe her embarrassment.

"We’ll get there in due time. Let’s focus on Selene for now."

Valerian carefully walked over and gently placed Elara back into Freya’s arms. The baby immediately calmed, nuzzling against her mother’s chest.

His expression softened with warmth "I never imagined I’d see my little sister become a mother."

"You’ve done well, Freya. She’s beautiful."

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Three Years Later

Three years have passed since the birth of Selene Bleaufort.

The Holy Land has flourished during this time.

New temples stood tall, trade routes thrived, and pilgrims from across the continent came to offer prayers to the Goddess Rheanne.

The capital city of Sanctum had grown larger and more beautiful, becoming a beacon of peace and prosperity.

Inside the spacious family villa, life had become even warmer and livelier.

In the garden behind the villa, a cheerful 3-year-old girl with soft blonde hair and bright blue eyes was running around barefoot, giggling loudly.

Her small white dress fluttered as she chased after a colorful butterfly.

"Papa! Look! Look!" Selene shouted excitedly, pointing at the butterfly with her tiny finger.

Brandon stood nearby, watching his daughter with a soft smile.

He had grown even more handsome over the years, and he was already 26.

"I see it, princess. Don’t run too fast or you’ll fall."

Freya was on a wooden bench under a blooming tree, watching them with a smile.

At 40 years old, she had matured into an even more graceful and beautiful woman.

She gently rubbed her slightly swollen belly... she was pregnant again, four months along.

Amelia, now 25, sat beside her aunt, holding a sketchbook.

She looked up from her drawing and smiled softly at Selene’s playful energy.

"Selene is getting more energetic every day," Amelia said with a laugh. "She really takes after her father."

Freya chuckled softly, placing a hand on her belly. "She does."

At that moment, Selene ran back toward them and jumped straight into Brandon’s arms.

He caught her easily and lifted her high, spinning her around once, which made the little girl squeal with delight.

"Papa! Higher!"

Brandon grinned and obliged, lifting her even higher before bringing her down and kissing her cheek.

"You’re getting too big for this, little one,"

"Nooo! I’m still small!" Selene protested cutely, hugging his neck tightly.

Rheanne stood at the edge of the garden, watching the scene quietly.

Over the past three years, she had become an even more integral part of their family.

She walked over slowly and gently brushed Selene’s hair.

"Hello, Selene dear."

"Aunt Rheanne!" Selene reached out happily.

Rheanne took the girl into her arms without hesitation, holding her with natural ease.

Freya watched them with a gentle smile, then turned to Brandon.

"Three years already..." she murmured. "Time really flies when you’re happy."

Brandon sat down between Freya and Amelia, wrapping an arm around each of them.

"It really does. And I couldn’t be happier."

Selene, still in Rheanne’s arms, looked at her parents and giggled.

"Papa! Mama Freya! Mama Amelia! Aunt Rheanne! Family hug!"

Everyone laughed. Brandon stood up, pulled Freya and Amelia to their feet, and they all came together in a big group hug with little Selene in the middle, laughing joyfully.

In Brandon’s life, everything was going well.

...Perhaps a little too well.

He had a beautiful home, three women he loved deeply, a healthy and energetic daughter, and a growing family.

The Holy Land continued to prosper. Rheanne’s influence and authority has only strengthened over the years.

There was peace, wealth, and stability.

But Brandon knew better than anyone that life was never purely sunshine and rainbows.

As they slowly broke away from the hug, Selene immediately ran off again to chase a butterfly.

A soft frown appeared on his face ’The world consciousness has remained silent since that vision years ago. Three years have passed; I wonder when Rheanne will reach godhood.’

He had built something beautiful here... a family, a nation, a legacy.

But deep down, the time traveler from 2051 knew that the Bootstrap paradox he was living through had rules.

The future he came from was already written.

And in that future, great change and likely great chaos was coming.

The awakening of powers among women.

The shifting balance of the world.

For now, though, he pushed those thoughts aside.

He leaned down and kissed Freya’s temple, then Amelia’s, and finally gave Rheanne a warm look.

Selene suddenly ran back and crashed into his legs, hugging them tightly.

"Papa! Up! Up!"

Brandon laughed and lifted his daughter high into the air, spinning her around as she squealed with delight.

In this moment, everything truly was perfect.

Even if he knew it wouldn’t stay that way forever.