Chapter 15: His Child

—So... a new Royal Blood has been born again?

The Saint Clan who received the summons were incredulous at first. But what surged up in their hearts afterward was not joy—rather, an indescribable, complicated feeling.

Inside the infirmary, Alvin instinctively looked in Mansendis’s direction.

For a single instant, there was a daze on Mansendis’s face, but it lasted only that instant—so brief Alvin almost thought it had been an illusion.

Because very quickly, Mansendis’s expression returned to calm, and those golden vertical pupils were flat and still, making it impossible for an onlooker to tell whether the silver-haired monarch was pleased or angered.

If it was pleasure—then the birth of a Royal Blood truly was earthshaking good news for the Saint Clan.

Royal Blood had always been scarce within the Saint Clan. Since Mansendis took the throne, the Saint Clan hadn’t produced a single new Royal Blood again.

And as the only Salilaino currently alive, Mansendis was the last golden bloodline in this world. In a very real sense, he was truly alone.

Sometimes when Alvin looked at that figure on the throne, he couldn’t help feeling their king’s side seemed too lonely.

Clearly standing in the brightest place, yet as a bystander you could still feel that kind of gloomy, despairing darkness slowly swallowing this Saint Clan monarch bit by bit.

And no one would dare believe it if you told them: the Saint Clan with the most severe self-destructive tendency wasn’t anyone else—it was their monarch, their king.

It wasn’t that Alvin and the others had never thought about it. If there were a blood relative of the same lineage who could accompany Mansendis, maybe their king’s condition would improve?

Only, the moment the idea was born, they instinctively denied it.

Thinking of what Mansendis had done before he took the throne, Alvin had every reason to believe that if a “relative” suddenly appeared in front of Mansendis at this moment, what would greet this new Royal Blood would most likely not be a warm embrace—

but an ice-cold blade driven straight through the chest.

Of course, a thought was only a thought.

Before a new Royal Blood was born, no one knew what Mansendis’s attitude would be.

But now Alvin knew.

Even though Mansendis had not openly displayed hatred toward this new Royal Blood, from the monarch’s expression you could still feel there wasn’t the slightest hint of welcome either.

Thinking of the Saint Clan’s complicated internal situation right now, even Alvin couldn’t tell, for a moment, whether the birth of this new Royal Blood Highness was good or bad.

Mu Luo wasn’t Saint Clan. He couldn’t sense the birth of Royal Blood the way they could. To him, after Wen Yuzhi lay down in the medical pod, the atmosphere in the room simply became a little strange.

But years and years of medical practice had long since taught him to watch his mouth and mind his business. Anything he shouldn’t be curious about, he never touched. He only needed to do what was within his duty.

Two beeps sounded from the connection to the medical pod, and Wen Yuzhi’s test report came out.

Before opening it, Mu Luo had been steady and unhurried. He’d practiced medicine for so many years—what kind of scenes hadn’t he seen?

Until he saw that line on the report with his own eyes.

“Not human?!” Mu Luo’s shout instantly pulled the attention of the two Saint Clan in the room.

But Mu Luo couldn’t care about anything else now. His eyes were locked on the screen, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“How could he not be human? Could he be from the elf race? This cub is so cute... If he really is one of those elves’ descendants, it’s not impossible...”

Mu Luo kept muttering in confusion.

But none of that rambling could reach the ears of the two Saint Clan anymore.

They only cared about the very first sentence Mu Luo had said—

—not human.

Up until now, Wen Yuzhi had been treated as a human cub. And yet the report now showed he was not of the human race.

A jolt ran through Alvin. A bold guess surfaced faintly in his mind.

Only...

Was that even possible?

Alvin felt like he was losing his rationality too, daring to think something that absurd.

And yet, for some reason, it was as if there was a voice in his heart urging him on.

Just as Alvin was thinking how to speak ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) in a way that would avoid provoking their king as much as possible, he heard Mansendis already speak, asking Mu Luo:

“How long until a genetic identification can come out at the fastest?”

Mu Luo didn’t even have time to think. His mouth answered on reflex. “Thirty—ah, no. Ten minutes is enough.”

Looking at the Saint Clan monarch whose mood clearly wasn’t very good, Mu Luo’s survival instinct made him change his words quickly, shortening the original thirty minutes down to ten.

Only then did Mu Luo seem to realize something. He weighed his tone and asked carefully, “Your meaning is...”

Mu Luo didn’t finish the sentence. That was his consistent caution.

Mansendis didn’t care about that “caution.” His gaze shifted to the medical pod, and his cold voice carried not a shred of emotion—like he was stating a fact, and like he was announcing something.

“Just now, the Saint Clan gave birth to a new Royal Blood.”

“Th-this is... cough, cough...”

Mu Luo wanted to say it was a good thing, but the words reached his lips and he remembered what the person in front of him had done. In a scramble, he could only cover it with an awkward cough.

And Mansendis’s order came right after.

“I want you to do an identification.”

Mu Luo understood there was no room for discussion. He didn’t have the courage to oppose Mansendis either.

Ten minutes wasn’t long, and it wasn’t short.

But whether it was Mu Luo or Alvin, both felt that these ten minutes—minutes that normally passed in the blink of an eye—became unbearably long today.

When the identification result appeared, Mu Luo’s hand even trembled a little with nerves.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally...

the instant he truly saw the result—

Mu Luo still blanked out.

“Th-this... this is impossible!”

Alvin had been waiting to the side for a long time. On the surface he maintained that composed posture, but inside he’d already been anxious beyond measure.

Hearing Mu Luo’s cry, Alvin frowned. Softly saying “Excuse me,” he immediately pulled Mu Luo aside.

The words that had been blocked on the screen instantly came into his view.

“...”

Seeing the result, Alvin’s first reaction was the same as Mu Luo’s.

Impossible!

Ignoring the repeated loss of composure from his subordinate and this outsider, Mansendis’s gaze went straight to the “relationship” line.

There, in glaringly clear letters, it read:

father and son.

Father and son?

The moment he saw it clearly, even Mansendis was stunned for an instant.

Then he looked at Mu Luo with no expression, voice icy. “Is there any possibility the genetic identification is wrong?”

Mu Luo: “...”

He wanted to ask that too.

But as a doctor, he could guarantee, one hundred percent, with his hand on his chest—at the current level of interstellar technology, genetic identification could not possibly have any error.

Meaning: the child lying in the medical pod—the one they thought was a human cub—was in fact Mansendis’s bloodline!

If this news got out, it wouldn’t just shake the Saint Clan internally. The nine star domains would probably boil over completely because of it.

This was a universe-level explosive headline—

the Saint Clan’s tyrant actually had a child!

Alvin had imagined Wen Yuzhi might be a Royal Blood lost outside.

But he had never imagined Wen Yuzhi would be Mansendis’s bloodline.

Under that overwhelming shock, he almost couldn’t maintain even his usual calm. Behind his lenses, his vertical pupils were full of astonishment as he looked at Mansendis.

Being stared at by a subordinate like this, even Mansendis—unprecedentedly—felt a kind of stifling irritation he couldn’t put into words.

His brows knitted tight, and he spoke coldly. “I don’t have a child.”

After saying that, he spoke again as if emphasizing it: “And it’s impossible for me to have a child.”

The moment his words fell, the bone spines that had been gliding along the ground stopped moving.

They swayed lightly in front of Mansendis, then pointed with their sharp tips toward the medical pod.

‘Cub.’

After pointing at the pod, they pointed at Mansendis.

‘Yours.’

—That’s your cub.

What the bone spines wanted to convey was almost unmistakable now. In their hearts, that child was not some human cub at all—Wen Yuzhi was Mansendis’s child!

The aura on that child couldn’t lie.

But Mansendis coldly withdrew all the bone spines back into his mental sea.

Seeing that, the excitement in Alvin’s heart also gradually cooled under Mansendis’s rejecting attitude.

In an instant, Alvin realized something.

Compared to caring why their king had a child—this utterly unbelievable thing—what mattered right now was obviously how to keep this child here.

He hadn’t forgotten that blood chaos that lasted nearly ten days and ten nights.

Thirteen Royal Blood—until only Mansendis remained.

With that unerasable history of murdering his own kin, Alvin was terrified that if Mansendis felt even slightly displeased, he would kill the newly born little Highness.

As for Mansendis saying it wasn’t his child, Alvin didn’t care.

The genetic identification result was already there. The companion-born weapons had personally come out and pointed it out. And Wen Yuzhi truly was Salilaino blood.

With this much evidence, it was impossible for Alvin not to believe it.

Seeing Mansendis walk toward the medical pod, Alvin hurried to block him.

“Your Majesty, the little Highness is still sick. Why not let your subordinate take him back first so he can rest?”

The response Alvin got was Mansendis’s unquestionable rebuke:

“Move.”

Alvin didn’t move.

He lowered his eyes. His body did not budge as he blocked the front of the medical pod. The voice that was usually unhurried now carried urgency.

“Your Majesty, the little Highness needs rest!”

Mansendis said nothing. Since Alvin refused to move, he couldn’t be bothered wasting words.

His tail—like a bone spine—swept forward.

Alvin didn’t even have a chance to react. He was swept aside and crashed into the cabinet next to him.

Mu Luo trembled in the corner, not even daring to breathe. But when Alvin flew over, Mu Luo quietly summoned a layer of grass carpet under Alvin.

At least it kept the adjutant from falling too badly.

The commotion here wasn’t something Mansendis didn’t see, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to care.

All of his attention was on the medical pod in front of him.

The metal underneath couldn’t possibly withstand the strength of an adult Saint Clan. If Mansendis wanted, he could destroy the medical pod—along with the child inside—right now.

Mansendis’s expression was cold. No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

Alvin’s breathing stopped.

Mu Luo sighed again and again in his heart, then closed his eyes as if he couldn’t bear to watch.

It was as if the atmosphere froze in that instant.

Click.

A crisp sound rang out.

But it wasn’t the sound of Mansendis destroying the pod.

It was the sound of his palm against the pod wall—maybe accidentally pressing a switch.

The medical pod slowly opened, revealing the treasure curled inside.

The delicate-featured cub lay on his side, wrapped in a transparent film of water. His eyes were closed, his expression peaceful—exactly like a little prince asleep.

—Well-behaved, and soft.