As soon as Mulder finished speaking, Mephius even processed the application for Mulder.

"I believe in your abilities. Whether you are a politician or a general, you can do it well. If nothing happens to you, your rank will definitely be higher than mine."

Muldur wasn't as pretentious as Mephius, and upon hearing this, he showed a slightly disgusted expression:

"Don't say that. You know I'm not good at military affairs; I'm better suited to being a politician. Besides, you're already stronger than us. You've replicated the glory our father achieved; you're the Federation's Commander-in-Chief and Governor."

"Your Excellency, please spare me since I just came back to life. Alas, I was the one who lay there the longest. I witnessed the decline and fall of my family. The traces left in my mind when my mental strength collapsed have not yet faded... I am nothing but a useless piece of trash."

The cub sensed something was wrong when it heard Mulder's voice lower, and immediately snuggled into Mulder's arms to see if she was crying.

Muld felt the little guy's tiny hand touch his face, and only then did he manage to suppress the gloom in his heart and give the cub a comforting smile.

The cub felt even more sorry for the baby.

He wrapped his arms around Mulder's neck, pressing his cheek against Mulder's:

"Don't suffer, be happy, be joyful."

Muld kissed the cub's cheek: "Thank you, baby. Having you by my side makes me so much happier."

Mephius found his brother's innocent act quite distasteful.

But the cubs are easily fooled by this, completely losing their bearings, so there's no point in exposing their lies.

If the cubs become distant from Muird, Muird will surely take the opportunity to retaliate.

That petty and narrow-minded guy.

Mephius disliked Muld's personality, but seeing how shameless Muld was, he couldn't say anything more and could only suppress his anger and go to work.

However, before leaving, Mephius gave Muldor many instructions:

"Don't let him eat random things. I already fed him breakfast this morning, and he's had his milk. He can only eat half a piece of cake during afternoon tea; eating too much will give him a toothache. Don't let him take off his clothes; he'll catch a cold. Don't let him play in the water. You can tell him stories..."

Muld watched as Mephius suddenly became very talkative, and his expression froze for a moment.

Is this the power of a single father?

"Okay, okay, I understand. There's still the butler here, so why are you so worried, Mephisto? You really seem like a hormonally imbalanced omega in the gestation period."

Mephius shut his mouth, looking at the cub in Muld's arms gazing at him, and couldn't help but have the thought of taking the cub away again.

But he absolutely could not take his son to the military headquarters again.

There was a restless and turbulent spiritual force everywhere there.

Seeing that Mephius was completely ignoring his teasing and was still contemplating whether to take the cub away, Muld couldn't help but sigh:

“I’m the one who should be weaning, but your reaction is much more severe than mine. I know that everyone in our family has a dictatorial gene and a frighteningly strong desire for control, but Mephius, this is not how you raise a child. The child is still young and dependent on you. When the child grows up and has his own ideas, if you continue to control him like this, the child will hate you.”

"You don't want to see your cub arguing with you during its rebellious phase, do you?"

Mephius looked bewildered.

He instinctively wanted to refute Muldur's words, because how could such an obedient cub possibly rebel?

However, in his memory, it seems that he also hated his father's supervision during his adolescence.

No, these are different.

How could a cub be equated with a fierce alpha?

Mephius almost fell into Muldur's trap.

Seeing that Mephius had reacted, Muld immediately unleashed his second move:

"There are so many alphas in the military, there must be quite a few who like this kid, right?"

Mephius: ...

He finally experienced the devastating blow.

Mephisto could not tolerate either the attempt to steal his child or his future adult child.

Those damn alphas!!!

Mephisto's face turned cold. He left the steward with a simple "Please take care of the boy," then picked up his sword and headed for the military headquarters.

He wanted to thoroughly train everyone from top to bottom, so that the alphas would deeply etch his shadow into their bodies.

That way, they wouldn't dare to mess with the cubs.

Watching Mephius leave, Muld felt that the air in the old house had become fresher than ever before.

He looked down at the cub: "Good baby, play with Uncle today."

The cub was so good-natured that Muld always marveled at it. Even when his closest father wasn't around, he wouldn't cry or fuss, and would even take Muld's hand.

Because the cub was currently weak, no one let him run around on his own. Mephius usually carried the cub, but now Muld had taken over that job, picking up the cub somewhat clumsily. However, to others, Muld looked just like Mephius even when carrying the child.

Not to mention their similar facial features to Mephisto, the two brothers even shared the same nonchalant demeanor while guarding the treasure: lazy, indifferent, and occasionally revealing a sharp and fierce look as they scrutinized danger.

They are harmless in front of their young, but when the young turn away, Muldur becomes a dragon guarding its treasure.

Those eyes, gleaming with a hint of gold, would reveal a terrifying gaze in the darkness, as if locking onto its prey.

The guards standing nearby broke out in a cold sweat.

Not to mention Mephius, even Muldur, who mocked Mephius, had the same fear of his young getting hurt.

This is his alpha instinct, and it cannot be changed.

Every guardian who follows an omega is just like him, ready to give their life to protect their master at any time.

Not to mention, this is the only younger member of their family.

Muld's gaze toward the cub was undeniably gentle, and the cub liked this kind-hearted uncle, who resembled his father, Qianxi, a bit.

However, Muld possessed a more elegant and glamorous air than Shi Qianxi, and her gaze towards the cubs was always incredibly affectionate. If an ordinary omega were to be looked at like that by Muld, they would probably already be thinking about when to get married.

However, the cubs are no longer surprised by the affection they show their family members.

He carried a small bag and picked ripe fruit in the garden. After picking blueberries, he tasted them as he walked, his little face scrunching up from the sourness. Only when the cub found the biggest, best, and sweetest one did he give it directly to Muldur.

"Sweet... for Uncle."