Examining the data laid out before , I am taken aback in utter astonishnt.
"Well, well, aren't you impressed by the statistics and skills of these garnts?" my mother inquires with a mischievous chuckle. On the contrary, Stella wears a perplexed expression, unaware of the cause behind my sudden shift in deanor.
"These were the only pieces you managed to acquire, correct?" I inquire eagerly, my eyes shimring with excitent. Amidst my hazy recollections, I recall how, despite being a Protoss, I never paid much heed to beast items and equipnt. I simply relied on my inherent strength and an otherworldly body that surpassed even zlatherium steel in durability.
How ignorant I had been, failing to acknowledge the potency of beast items and gears! Though in my previous life, my exceptional natural attributes rendered beast gears unnecessary, the trinkets fashioned from these creatures could have shielded from the accursed poison that claid my life. All I ever relied upon was my blood sword, a blade intricately tied to the fabric of the universe, forged alongside my existence. Yet, the gods seized it after my demise.
To be slain by such an insignificant thing... How absurd.
That poison appeared far from ordinary—it must have been concocted by a deity associated with toxins. When I find that god... I shall crush them like an insignificant insect.
"Jake~"
My mother's voice abruptly jolts out of my stupor.
"We should make our way to the hall soon. The banquet is on the verge of comncing," Mom says, her excitent palpable for so undisclosed reason.
"You don't intend to wear this dress to the banquet, do you?" I question, casting an eye on Mom's unassuming attire.
"Oh, of course not. I had already prepared an outfit for this occasion," Mom reveals with a soft giggle, proceeding towards her wardrobe.
To think she had made all the preparations beforehand... Truly, won are a breed apart.
"And what about you, Stella?" I inquire, studying her with a curious gaze.
"Well... I assud that my current dress suffices as a suitable maid's attire," Stella responds, offering a gentle smile.
Hearing her words, I approach her and lightly place my hand on her shoulders.
"I have told you before, Stella. Though you perceive yourself as my maid, deep within my heart, I regard you as one of my won. I do not wish for you to constantly belittle yourself. By the way, before we departed from Earth, I overheard you discussing the prospect of having children with Aurora. If you desire to have a child with , I am open to it," I utter in a hushed voice, gently tapping her shoulders.
"R-REALLY, MASTER...?"
"Yes..."
"Ah..."
"I... I am truly elated that you grant the privilege of bearing your child, master. However, after careful consideration of the present circumstances and the possible challenges that lie ahead in the future, I believe it is best not to conceive at this ti. I don't wish to burden you, knowing I am not as formidable as the others. Moreover, I desire to safeguard everyone from potential harm," Stella states with utmost seriousness etched across her countenance.
"Stella..." I mutter, struggling to fathom her words.
"I understand your perspective. Your reasoning is completely valid. Since you are constantly by my side, this may not be the opportune mont to embark on a pregnancy. As for protecting others, you need not fret.
Vampires are not typically encumbered by their pregnancies. The only individuals we need to safeguard are Anne and Anna, as their combat abilities are limited. However, their combined formation is formidable, yet a cunning adversary could exploit their weaknesses.
Nevertheless, we have Blair, who stands as the strongest among my won. I fear that even I would falter if pitted against her presently," I explain to Stella, who nods in confusion, a faint wisp of smoke seemingly emanating from her head, on the verge of overload.
Sigh As expected of a beastkin, she struggles to process all my words.
"You didn't fully grasp my aning, did you?" I inquire with a weary smile.
"Hehe, Stella couldn't quite comprehend everything the master said," Stella sheepishly responds, scratching the back of her head.
"Ah... Let's not overwhelm Stella too much. She may not be the quickest in intellect, but she is not lacking either. Her tutor has noted improvents," Jill interjects, joining us with a red embroidered dress in hand.
"This is my attire for the banquet..."
"It looks lovely... Simple in appearance, yet it exudes intricate craftsmanship," I remark, gazing upon the dress with curiosity.
I have a question, though...
"When did Stella acquire a tutor?" I ask, a hint of surprise coloring my expression.
"Oh, about that... I enlisted a tutor to impart Stella with fundantal knowledge and etiquette," Jill replies.
...
"Why didn't you inform ?"
"Ah... I apologize if you were displeased," Mom responds, her gaze lowered.
"Haha, don't misunderstand. I am actually pleased that you arranged a tutor for her. It explains how she fluently speaks the vampire language like the natives. Besides, she has been making progress and growing more astute. I simply need to acquire an ability crystal for her and offer a few lessons," I chuckle, dissipating the lancholy that lingers in the air.
"Then, I suppose I deserve a reward or sothing, fufufu," Jill smirks playfully.
"Ah... a reward, huh..."
That reminds .
It is high ti I instruct all my won in the utilization of Ki. Since I am imparting this knowledge for their protection, I am not violating my oath with Alphonso. Though I have only mastered the initial stage of Ki condensation, my proficiency is astounding, thanks to my vast reservoir of life force. Surprisingly, according to my ntor's teachings, the effectiveness of Ki manipulation need not rely solely on the size of one's pool. It bewilders to possess such an imnse life force.
"Mom, regarding this dress... Where did you procure it? It appears priceless," I query, my gaze filled with curiosity as I inspect Mom, who now dons the attire.
Remarkably, she surpasses my expectations, her voluptuous figure lending allure to the fabric. Mom is truly unparalleled... Well, now that Zamira is among my won, I must concede that she possesses the most enticing physique, although Mom radiates robustness in other areas (naly her posterior and hips).
"Eww, don't stare at like that, you pervert," Mom jests, catching onto my intense gaze.
"About your inquiry... This dress was bestowed upon by my mother," Mom responds, her expression tinged with a touch of sadness.
"Ah... Are you reminiscing about your late mother?" I inquire, moving closer to Mom in an attempt to console her.
However, Mom recoils, her body tensing in shock.
"Who said Mother is dead?!" Mom exclaims, her voice betraying surprise.
Hearing her words, a bewildered expression creeps across my face.
Did I say sothing amiss? Ah, I understand.
"I will likely fashion blood candies as a form of rembrance for her," I suggest, trying to uplift Mom's spirits.
"Waaaaaaaaa! Rembrance?! Blood candies! Who died?!" Mom exclaims, her voice filled with shock.
"Huh... Your mother, of course," I reply, still oblivious to the misunderstanding.
Glancing to the side, I notice Stella, resembling a perplexed and adorable little cat, her head emitting wisps of white smoke.
"D-Dead?! Who killed her?! Where did you hear such a thing?" Mom asks, her voice rising in volu, clearly surprised.
Huh...
"Misty told that Grandma passed away a long ti ago," I respond, finally catching on to the confusion.
Mom lets out a sigh, her expression softening as she relaxes a little.
"Misty must have misunderstood. Perhaps she heard sothing incorrect. She knew very little about my mother since she was very young at the ti. My mother was a loving and devoted parent. However, everything changed when my father sought to marry another wife. My mother divorced him and would visit us frequently, especially young Sid, until we all reached adulthood. Gradually, her visits beca less frequent due to my father's persistent pleas for her return. But after Sid's death, she stopped appearing and blad everyone for his demise. And in a way, she was right... We could have saved him," Mom explains, tears welling up in her eyes.
I quickly move to console her, offering comforting words as her emotions overflow.
Suddenly, a series of heavy knocks reverberate from the door.
"Your Highness, the banquet is about to comnce," Carter's voice echoes through the room.
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