King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1116 - 1116 113 Progeny Time to Return

Chapter 1116: Chapter 113: Progeny, Time to Return Chapter 1116: Chapter 113: Progeny, Time to Return “Wow!!!”

The loud cry of the infant echoed over the stately court, bringing smiles to the faces of the attendants within the Imperial Palace and lightening their moods with cheer and relaxation.

They knew that the Empire’s heir had been born. The Empire would soon be submerged in a sea of joy, and the King might even grant a general amnesty. Even if they made some mistakes now, no one would blame them.

“I have another son!” Muria cradled a tiny baby in one arm, his face full of emotion, “I wonder what expression Aeolus and Gladys would have when they find out they have another brother.”

“Abigail and Aeolus have no relation if only blood ties are considered,” Michaela, who looked nearly unchanged in appearance after giving birth, said softly, her expression somewhat complex.

After giving birth to Gladys, Tiffany, and Kadia in the world of Elasia, she had no plans to bear any more children. As an Eternal Life Being with four children, she had already far exceeded perfection.

When she descended into this world, she still had no plans to bear any more children; however, Muria found her and proposed that she conceive a descendant with him, of course, through a Reincarnated Body. The cost of using her true body was too great now.

“Blood ties don’t determine everything,” Muria responded directly, raising an eyebrow.

“So, you plan to have Abigail meet with Aeolus and the others in the future?”

“That…isn’t necessary,” Muria shook his head. He did not plan to do so, as this offspring was conceived through a Reincarnated Body. His starting point simply could not be compared to that of his son or his daughters.

Irresponsibly speaking, this child had nothing to do with his true self. But Muria was not irresponsible; otherwise, he would not have brought Abigail into the world.

There were reasons including his incarnated body’s father, Ferdinand, constantly pestering him, as well as his subjects pleading collectively every so often, but also his sense of duty as a King.

He was destined to leave this world with Michaela, and the empire they created to unify the world required an heir.

Allowing some unrelated lucky person to inherit the empire he had painstakingly created was something Muria found deeply unsatisfying. His magnanimity was not so grand, his enlightenment not so profound—dragon’s greed prevented him from making such a decision.

Even if he could not have it, keeping the best for his own people was right. That was Muria’s thought, so he went to Michaela and they had another son—Abigail.

In some ways, Abigail could be considered a weaker version of Aeolus. When Muria and Michaela had Aeolus, one reason was to have him take over his place, so he could extricate himself. Of course, that was a secondary reason, taken in stride.

But Abigail’s birth was for a plain and straightforward purpose: to inherit the empire Muria had established in this world. There were no other reasons.

Compared to his brother Aeolus, who was not related by blood, he didn’t stand a chance. He had lost out on so much simply by being born, not inheriting any of the bloodline of Muria and Michaela’s true selves.

However, if one were to delve into it, he was just barely related to the Titan Tribe and the Blazing Sky God Race. Still, this relation was almost insignificant and couldn’t stand up to comparison with Aeolus.

As for future achievements, there was no need to speak of them. The presence of the Heavenly Demon Secret Technique meant Aeolus was destined for an epic future.

As for Abigail, with his current identity and bloodline, it was impossible for him to receive any secret technique that could lead to an epic destiny. Of course, this doesn’t mean that lacking a secret technique definitively prevents becoming epic—there are no absolutes in anything.

But, Abigail was born into a Medium-sized World, and the level of the world set a limit on his potential achievements. The scale of the world determined that the resources he could access were limited; even with remarkable talent, he could not defy the heavens.

“Since they’re not going to meet, there’s no need to worry about the relationship between Abigail and Aeolus and the others.”

“Sigh.” Muria looked at the delicately sculpted male infant in the swaddling clothes and sighed deeply.

“Why sigh? Do you think it’s unfair to Abigail?”

“There’s nothing unfair. I’ve done my best to give him everything I can,” Muria replied with a smile after hearing Michaela’s question, lifting baby Abigail high into the air, “From the moment he was born, he was destined to have the entire world, something that surpasses countless creatures.”

“But that’s as far as it goes, isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily,” Muria shook his head. There were no absolutes. Could Medium and Small Worlds truly not produce an epic? Normally, it was absolutely impossible, but exceptions could arise.

“However, being able to stay in the world, not entering the Void, and honestly enjoying the splendid taste of supreme power is quite nice too.” The dark-haired male infant, held high in the air by Muria, giggled with joy, and Muria laughed along.

“Do you really think that’s nice?” Michaela looked at Muria somewhat strangely, “Isn’t the Titan Tribe’s goal to strive to become an epic?”

“But Abigail is not a Titan, he’s just a normal ‘child,'” he can enjoy a normal life, free from the constant thoughts of where to fight and how to become stronger.”

“You are still the same as before, not giving your son any choice. When it came to Aeolus, you did the same, and now you do the same to Abigail. From the moment they were born, you planned out their entire futures.”

Michaela shook her head disapprovingly, thinking that Muria was much too autocratic. He was full of the desire to control that all kings, or perhaps the ruling class, possess.”

“It’s not that I don’t give them a choice, but as my sons, they don’t have any other option, just as it was for me.” Muria sighed lightly when he heard Michaela’s complaints.

He still remembered the day when he, as a boy, was taken by his father Ansol to meet the various Epic Titans and, in their presence, made the vow to pursue epics for his entire life.

At that time, Muria didn’t think this way. He saw the strength of epics, but also saw the dangers of becoming one. Although he felt some resistance, he could only bury it in his heart and speak the words his father and the elders wanted him to say.

Being born a Titan, he had no choice but to aim for becoming an epic, a pursuit that all Titans should rightfully have. His destiny was foreordained at birth, just like his two sons.

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“This is so boring!”

The black-haired youth lounged on steps that appeared to be made of white jade, looking lazily up at the sky where white clouds drifted leisurely by.

“Your Majesty, such a posture is unbecoming of royal dignity, please…” before long, the youth’s behavior was noticed by someone who came to correct him.

But facing the eunuch who stood before him with a retinue of nearly a hundred people, the boy’s expression was very calm, or rather indifferent.

“First, what I do is not your concern,” the youth interrupted the eunuch languidly, “Secondly, the royal family has enough dignity; even if I tarnish it a bit, it doesn’t matter.”

“Third, go do what you’re supposed to do and don’t disturb me while I’m daydreaming,” the youth continued.

“As you command, Your Majesty!” The eunuch, upon hearing the youth’s blatantly dismissive words, showed no change in his expression. He bowed reverently and then led his men away dutifully; he had given his advice, but if the noble His Majesty chose not to heed it, there was nothing he could do.

Once the person who disturbed his daydreaming had left, the youth continued lying on the white jade steps, staring at the sky, treating the standing guards on both sides of the broad street as mere ornaments, indifferent to the slightly odd looks from around.

“What are you looking at?” A gentle voice suddenly reached the youth’s ears, and upon hearing this voice, his body subconsciously arched up as if he wanted to sit up, but then he quickly relaxed again, resuming his role as a ‘salted fish’.

“Clouds.”

“What’s so interesting about clouds?”

“Nothing interesting about clouds, but I’m bored, so I might as well watch them to pass the time.”

“There are many ways to pass the time, and what you’re doing is called wasting it.”

“No difference, I’ve tried all the other ways to pass time and I’m tired of them, now I don’t feel like doing anything.”

“If you really have nothing you want to do, then come and learn how to manage the state affairs with me.”

“No, thanks.” As soon as he heard his father’s request, the youth recoiled, a look of distaste on his face.

“You said you were bored, right? It’s a good opportunity to find something for you to do, then you won’t be bored anymore.”

“No thanks, I’m fine with doing other things, but I’ll pass on reviewing state affairs; it’s too dry and dull.”

“Dry and dull as it might be, you still need to learn, because you will have to do it in the future.”

“What do I need to do? Don’t I have you, Father?” The skepticism was evident on the young man’s face.

“But I won’t always be here, and one day, I will leave, and you will sit where I am, doing what I’m doing now.” Muria stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of time-worn wisdom in his eyes. What kept him lingering was the seemingly irreverent youth beside him.

“Heh, Father, you’re trying to scare me again. You’re so powerful. Even when my grave has grown trees, you might still be the same. How could your position possibly come to me?”