Chapter 295 – How Loving
Noah was walking along the beautiful road in the Will’s zone of Laeh. The sight was spectacular.
The sky was an amalgamation of every color that could possibly exist—both in objective reality and in the realms of imagined reality. They blended together in such a seamless, perfect fusion that it was impossible not to be in awe when looking up.
In front of him stretched a white and silver forest, its trees towering like sky-reaching spires, their beauty bordering on the ethereal. The grass covering the soil mirrored that sa silver-white hue, glowing with a soft, tranquil light that soothed the heart of anyone who walked upon it. Here and there, small animals could be seen at play—sotis with their own kind, sotis with entirely different species.
For example, just beside a narrow, glittering river, a female chimpanzee was playing with a wolf, their laughter—or what seed like laughter—carrying easily through the forest, a strange yet heartwarming sound.
It was a place of pure peace, the kind that could make you forget the rest of the world.
But Premier and Foxy didn’t seem to share the feeling. They walked behind Noah, keeping just enough distance to make it clear—they were hesitant to be too close.
The sight was quietly saddening. They were father and children, but it didn’t look like it. It looked instead like a master leading two nervous pets, following because they had made a mistake.
Noah sighed. "It’s kind of embarrassing if you walk behind like that, you know? Co here. Walk beside and enjoy the view." He didn’t turn around, but his voice reached them all the sa. They hesitated, then slowly closed the gap until they walked alongside him—Premier on his right, Foxy on his left.
Together, they moved at an easy pace. Noah occasionally comnted on the animals, or joked about how this would be the perfect place to nap far away from his noisy wives.
He spoke of the Will’s zone in the Shadow Realm, praising the countless shadows that filled it but also calling it unbearably dull compared to Laeh.
At first, Premier and Foxy barely responded, only nodding or giving a single word here and there. But Noah didn’t stop talking, and eventually, their replies lengthened—small, hesitant at first, then warr.
Noah smiled softly.
The more he spoke—telling not of grand conquests, but of strange little monts and ridiculous situations—the more the tension broke. They even laughed at so of the sillier stories, seeing a different side of their father.
Bit by bit, the invisible wall between them thinned.
It was only then that Noah stopped walking and sat beneath the largest silver-white tree in the forest. Premier and Foxy joined him without hesitation this ti, their expressions lighter than when they’d first arrived.
"Father, I didn’t know you actually dared to use Mother Neko to win over Mother Zara," Premier said, eyes wide. In his hands, he scribbled in a small notebook.
Noah chuckled. "I was new back then. All I could do was count on my dear wingman—well, wingwoman—to help win Zara over. You should have seen them. Zara was completely taken with Neko."
Both Premier and Foxy laughed.
"You’re such a player, Dad... is that why you have so many wives?" Foxy teased before suddenly adding, her eyes glowing, "I want to et soone exactly like you!"
Instantly, both Noah and Premier turned their glares on her.
"I’d like to see the man who dares love anyone other than my daughter," Noah said, voice cold.
"Have you lost your mind? You’re marrying a monogamous man," Premier added, equally cold.
Foxy froze, startled by the sudden intensity. Then,
"You—Father—you have more wives than I can count. And you," she turned to Premier, "you’re taking notes from him so you can do the sa one day." His wolf ears twitched in embarrassed silence.
The two males glanced at each other, then looked back at her with identical expressions.
"So what? You’re not marrying a polygamous man."
"No negotiations."
The words ca in perfect sync.
Foxy’s irritation flared, and the argunt began—a woman pitted against her overprotective father and brother.
Neither of them listened to reason. In the end, she gave up, unable to win against the two of them together.
But not without a parting shot. "Fine. But I’m telling my mothers...all of them."
Noah and Premier laughed, the sound warm in the cool forest air, before they fell into a companionable silence. They sat watching the forest, their hearts lighter.
Noah’s eyes closed quietly.
And that’s only then—
"You are my children," he said suddenly.
Both Premier and Foxy imdiately turned their attention to him.
"It doesn’t matter what the world—or the entire universe—says about you, or if they question your worth. You don’t have to listen. You don’t have to care."
"You, Premier... you were the first being I ever created with my talent. That’s why I gave you your na—Premier— that ans ’First’ in another language. You are my first..."
"...and like I’ve always said, the first always holds a special place. Be proud of that, Premier. Be proud to be the first and eldest child of Noah Vaelgrim. Do not cower. Do not falter."
Premier’s chest tightened, his heart pounding. Tears welled up before he could stop them, spilling freely down his cheeks. His breath hitched, heavy with emotion.
Noah’s tone softened, but he didn’t stop.
"As for you, my dear golden fox... you might not be the first, but you are the second. My first girl. My first daughter."
A small chuckle escaped him.
"And you know how much a father can love his daughter—especially his eldest girl, the one who makes him realize the joy of being looked at with tenderness, with love, with admiration. You are my little princess. Be proud of that. So don’t cower, and don’t falter...because you are the little princess of Noah Vaelgrim."
Foxy’s eyes brimd with tears. The emotion in her chest swelled until it overflowed, spilling out in choked sobs.
Neither of them could stop crying. They didn’t try. It was the kind of release that went deeper than words.
Their sobs echoed through the silver-white forest, and soon animals of every shape and size approached. Their eyes were soft, filled with the sa love Noah’s words carried.
Noah stood, pulling both Premier and Foxy into his arms. They clung to him, crying harder.
Hic... hic... hic...
"F-Father..."
"D-Dad..."
Their voices trembled between sobs.
Noah smiled faintly. His eyes shimred, but he closed them, hiding the moisture.
And then—
"I love you, my dear children."
"And rember... you are Premier Vaelgrim and Lorna Foxy Vaelgrim..."
"...the Eldest of the Blaspher of Reality."
So...
Show them who you are.
—End of Chapter 295—
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