Chapter 14 Chapter 14 The magic grass is a treasure, he is a monster...

Meilun couldn't understand.

Even though the man in front of him was the strongest among the Crown Clan, able to suppress the mental riots of several Crown Clan members alone, had quelled disasters several times, and dealt with countless assassinations and conspiracies, he still felt resentful.

That emotion was constantly amplified due to the collapse of mental strength.

Until Amos said, "And the way you look now scares him."

Melun lost all his strength in an instant. Unlike the crown clan of Amos' generation, he was not numb to the cubs but still yearned for them. He subconsciously glanced at his own disheveled appearance, but tried to act as if he was not so envious and jealous.

"What? Your cub, and your own child? I don't care that much, okay? ...So I'm the first one in our generation to know about it, right?"

Amos didn't even bother to answer.

The small howling sounds outside the door became longer and longer, and the intervals between them became smaller and smaller as time went on.

There was a small, soft white ball, hiding on the other side of the door, calling him anxiously in a low voice, like a baby bird.

After being picked up by him, Chu Zao has been with him ever since.

It was hard for Amos to describe how he felt at the moment.

He felt that the little guy was a little too clingy, but he also felt that since he was too young, it was normal for him to be a little clingy.

The handling of the little cubs can be said to be the only inner contradiction of Amos during his hundred years in power.

Amos left, and the guards at the door came in quickly to pack up. Seeing that Meilun had calmed down, they asked carefully: "Wait a moment..."

"Of course I will."

Meilun stood up slowly, holding on to the wall, and straightened his clothes.

He had to sort himself out before he went.

The guards who didn’t dare to listen to what His Majesty and Prince Meilun said: …?

Where are you going???

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When Amos came out of the house, the waiting Crown Clan were making a fuss.

And Frey's body was stiff, his movements didn't change at all.

“Ouch!”

Beep beep!

Little Chuzao, who was squatting in his arms, finally saw Amos’ figure. His little wings stood up in an instant, and he took off instantly, stumbling into Amos’ arms.

Amos was still a little uncomfortable looking at the white ball flying towards him. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, reacted for a moment, then changed from the gesture of preparing to attack and caught the white ball in his arms.

Although this little white ball is quite dependent on him, most of the time it just likes to be with him. It is rare to see it rushing over to him so impatiently at this moment.

Amos glanced at the Crown Clan members behind him who were fighting because they were trying to take off each other's halos, and was silent for a moment.

No wonder the little guy is so restless here - what are you all doing???

“Ouch!”

Beep, beep, what was that just now?

“Awooooooooo!”

Just now, Zao Zao saw the shattered halo and it felt so painful.

The little white ball jumped into Amos' arms, raised his little head, the halo on his head shook, and the tips of his ears trembled, as if he also felt the phantom pain.

"It's not as painful as when you took off your halo..."

Amos said something, and then suddenly fell silent. He looked at the beautiful and delicate halo above little Chuzao's head, and for a moment he thought of what would happen when little Chuzao grew up a little bit more -

Will this little golden halo also break by then?

I don’t know if it was the dullness of having just experienced the further shattering of the crown of my own race or the association at this moment that made the air a little stagnant.

The little cub had no idea what Amos was thinking, nor did he know that after all this time together, Amos just thought about it and suddenly found this a little unacceptable.

The little white ball of fluff just tilted its little head, looking well-behaved in the unfamiliar environment, and gently rubbed his chin with its little head.

There was a familiar atmosphere here.

I still like Baba the most.

Amos didn't say anything else. The message on the communicator began to urge him again. He ignored the noisy fellows behind him, and quickly crossed the wind and snow with the little boy in his arms, returning directly to his residence.

The royal court steward Mori was currently making the final arrangements for the nursery. Although the order from His Majesty Amos was strange, they still carried it out strictly and completed the layout of the nursery ahead of schedule.

The room is right next to Amos's room.

But at the moment they didn't know who the owner of the room was. When this question was mentioned, everyone was silent.

The Crown Family that leads the entire Saint Cass Empire is now the last generation.

No one knows what the future holds for Saint Cass or where he will go.

And now Amos's actions seemed to be telling them that the Crown Family seemed to want to train a new emperor, and keep him by his side.

It makes people so sad.

Then they saw Amos push the door open. It was still snowing outside. He was too lazy to hide, and a little snow was still covering his body. He raised his hand and shook a ball of white fluff with a small crown halo on its head onto the soft sofa.

Mori glanced at it vaguely and continued reporting subconsciously.

"Your Majesty, the package from the medical center has arrived—"

Then he got stuck.

I turned my head suddenly and looked over there, and it seemed as if my breathing stopped.

A snow-white ball of fluff with a crown halo???

Little Chuzao opened his eyes in a daze. He looked around and saw Amos taking off his military uniform and placing it aside.

It was warm inside the house, and the snow on the military uniform was melting little by little.

The snow-white soft ball turned over and climbed up. He crawled on the sofa, and his pair of big amber eyes looked around with a vigilant look. His little wings were pressed against his body, but the little dragon's tail stood up, and the fluffy ball on the tail trembled and shook.

Disguised, but not at all disguised.

Hey, he still has his 'little antenna' erected!

There was no sound around, and little Chuzao couldn't suppress his curiosity - what were those white things?

He crawled forward with his little tail lifted up, leaving dents on the sofa with every step, until he came to the military uniform that Amos had taken off, stretched out his little paws and touched the snow on it.

The icy touch made little Chuzao stunned for a moment. He suddenly retracted his paws and looked at his pink little pads. He tilted his head blankly and touched his little face with his little pads.

"Ouch?"

Baba, it’s cool.

He looks silly and cute, a soft little ball, and is very curious about everything. He will cry for daddy when he encounters anything.

Amos's brows softened for a moment, as if he didn't quite understand whether this was the fun of the older generation of the crown clan in raising cubs. Then his brows furrowed slightly again, and he obviously thought of the things that had troubled him before, and looked a little gloomy.

Amos's mental strength was on the verge of collapse. He had already accepted the fate of the Crown Clan's imminent extinction, but now there was a cub. Amos was not sure if he could leave enough things for this little guy before he was destroyed, as well as this empire...

Xiao Chuzao turned around and saw the expression on Amos' face.

Although Amos usually doesn't like to smile and looks like a calm and gentle gentleman when he's not doing anything, his face looks a little scary when his mood gets a little low.

The little fur ball withdrew his hand instantly, and his small body, which was about to jump up, suddenly lowered itself and looked at Amos cautiously.

He looked at Amos's expression, and the little tail behind him also dropped. He recalled what happened before and felt a little panicked.

Magic grass occasionally grows in places where angels gather. They look like glowing lily of the valley, or like small lanterns. Xiao Chuzao had only heard of them but had never seen them until one day, when he saw the magic grass under a big tree.

The little guy was even smaller at that time. He tried hard to maintain the appearance of a little angel, and reached out his hand curiously and carefully to touch it.

The light dissipated and danced like fireflies.

Like a beautiful dream.

But then the dream was shattered, and an angel came and grabbed his hand angrily and went to the archangel's house, saying that he had destroyed the growth of the magic grass and that he had caused a rare and precious treasure to lose its original effect.

Only then did Xiao Chuzao know.

The magic grass is not allowed to be touched before it matures.

In his terror, he turned into a little white ball and was driven out of the archangel's house.

The archangel gave him a ban: he was not allowed to touch anything in the territory that did not belong to him.

To the angels, the magic grass is a treasure and he is a little monster.

but……

At that time, the little cub could only curl up in the small nest he built on the big tree. His tiny body did not change back to its original shape. He curled up into a ball. He was still very young at that time, and he cried sadly and quietly - but no one told Zaozao not to touch him, and Zaozao did not mean it.

Xiao Chuzao felt that Amos was different.

They look the same, they are family, right?

But is this also untouchable?

In the past, he never said anything because it was useless. He had to be strong and protect himself.

But before, before - Ba Ba, he responded to Zao Zao's voice.

Zaozao called Baba, and Baba came to protect Zaozao.

“Ouch—”

Yes, sorry.

The little white ball curled up its paws, became soft, and lay on the small sofa, whimpering.

This place is too unfamiliar to Xiao Chuzao. He is too curious, but he dares not act rashly because of his past.

Amos came back to his senses in an instant because of the little guy's voice.

He looked at the little white ball who suddenly looked a little depressed and hadn't realized what was happening yet.

Why are you unhappy again?

He opened the package sent from the medical center. Inside was a small bottle filled with warm cub milk. Amos placed the bottle in front of the cub and said, "Zao Zao, you drink it first?"

Amos looked at the little guy's expression, then he stood up and looked outside.

"Give me a moment."

"Ouch?"

Yes, what to do?

The little cub lay on the soft sofa and moved forward a few steps.

He watched Amos walk out the door, with Mori beside him staring at him in disbelief.

Xiao Chuzao was a little anxious.

“Ouch.”

I won’t touch Zao Zao anymore. Beep, beep, what are you going to do?

Amos was outside making two balls out of snow.

He frowned and pressed the two balls together.

Outside the door, Meilun and Anya were coming together.

Frey had official business to attend to, so he returned to the military for the time being.

The two of them were silent as they looked at Amos standing in the snow, squeezing two snowballs together.

"What is your majesty doing?"

"Make a snowman?"

The snowman my brother made is so ugly.

Isn't it made for the cubs?

Even if they have never seen a cub, judging from past records, no cub would want one, right?

Amos had returned to the house with the 'snowman'.

Amos came back very quickly. Little Chuzao was still holding the small bottle, blinking her big watery eyes and looking outside. Then she saw Amos coming in covered in snow.

He walked quickly to Xiao Chuzao.

“Ouch.”

Baba, I won’t touch you anymore after Zao Zao. After Zao Zao—eh?

Amos half-crouched in front of the sofa. He raised his hand and handed the "little snowman" to the cub.

Amos was stunned for a moment when he heard the cub's words.

"What?"

Xiao Chuzao's tail slowly relaxed from its tense state, and then lifted up little by little.

He heard Amos ask, and Amos seemed genuinely confused: "Don't like this? Or...do you need to feed the milk?"

The little cub stared blankly at the snow-white 'little snowman' that looked just like itself.

He stretched out his little paw, but didn't dare touch it directly, and the little pad of his paw pressed against Amos' palm.

Yes, here, there is no magic grass, and algae are not little monsters.