Chapter 9

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King Solan has returned.

He spent four months reorganizing the government.

The broken alliances in various places were reinstated, and about twenty tyrannical city-state lords were deposed and replaced, resolving dozens of old blood feuds between princes and nobles during his absence. Except for two or three, everyone was happy and grateful.

The citizens' relief funds were restored; he also personally funded the construction of a church to worship the God of Light, and on the day of its completion, he personally visited it and received divine dew from the priest. From then on, the slave believers had a place to sing hymns, receive healing, and receive communion.

People on the streets and in the alleys are saying:

"King Solan was beloved by his subjects and was brought back from the underworld by the gods!"

"—This is a miracle!"

"It is said that he went to the Hall of Saints in heaven, and the First God asked him, 'What do you want?' He wished that the God would grant him a true heir of blood... and so he became pregnant. And so the little prince was born."

“But I’ve heard that the little prince has blond hair and golden eyes. It’s said that those golden eyes are exactly the same as General Krieg’s.”

"They were lovers to begin with."

"That's right, that's right. King Solan is dead, and General Krigor attempted suicide several times but didn't die. How ruthless! I saw the scar on his neck with my own eyes. I was wondering how he could survive. It turns out, the gods had already made arrangements."

They were not surprised that Solan, as a man, could have children.

An ordinary man wouldn't suffice, but Solan was resurrected and possessed divine powers, so he can probably be considered a demigod.

Is it strange that Protoss men can have children?

Maybe it was born from the skull.

"Thank the gods! Thank the gods!"

Nobles, commoners, and slaves cheered.

Several senior cabinet ministers turned a blind eye.

From the time Solan turned eighteen, loyal servants and ministers advised him to keep an heir and postpone marriage—this was a valuable bargaining chip that could be used to make a good deal later.

At that moment, their young master replied, "What? You all think I will die on the way, and you've already planned to raise my heir ahead of time, is that it?" The entire place fell silent, as if it were a graveyard.

Soran, the King of Kings, is precisely such a person who acts unilaterally and has no one to sway him.

Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish; forcing him to do something he doesn't want to do is suicidal.

And then...

Solan's health was deteriorating, and he seemed even more hopeless.

Now things are much better.

Not only was he revived, but he also brought back a successor!

While having more would be safer, it's still better than having none at all.

Who cares how the child was born—the more children the better!

Therefore, everyone has been trying to bring the king and the general together every day.

Whenever the two of them were together, unless there was something important, they would politely take their leave.

.

The Royal Palace Hot Spring is filled with steam.

Kriego took a small wooden tub and carried the baby sitting inside to give him a bath.

The cypress wood basin, resembling a small boat, floats on the milky white water.

The baby climbed up the edge of the basin and tried to jump into the pool.

Krieg struggled with the delicate little thing, unable to budge it, and was quite troubled.

The sound of clogs treading on the stone ground rang out.

"Your Majesty." Before turning around, Krigor recognized her and called out softly.

Solan wore a purple robe with gold trim, and the shoulders were fastened with gold lion heads.

He leaned forward and sat on the edge of the pool, one leg immersing in the hot spring next to Kligor, its smooth, white skin like polished alabaster.

Picking up the bath products, she said, "I'll wash you. You hurry up and clean the little thing; it smells awful."

The little prince had no idea that his mother was disgusted with him.

Upon seeing Solan, he grinned widely, revealing two tiny teeth, and began to flap his wings even more vigorously.

Krieg felt those hands touching his hair and ears.

It felt even better than wearing a crown or committing murder. He said, "...Baby doesn't smell bad, does he?"

"Ha, that's because you smell bad too. You're used to smelling bad. He smells like milk. Is your nose broken?"

Solan said, "You're not allowed to sleep in my bed tonight because it smells so bad."

Krieg used all his strength to lift the little thing up and wash it.

The little thing stared at them for a while with its smiling eyes, then raised its little hand and tugged at its own hair.

Solan, who was rubbing a Krigo, took one look and laughed.

He mocked, "Those little arms are so short, they can't even touch the top of your head with both hands, hahaha."

When Krieg heard that laughter, his heart melted.

He remembered the first day he was taken in by Solan; the first thing he was done was to be given a bath. It was like being skinned alive.

After washing him, Solan sniffed him and said with satisfaction, "Hmm, you're clean now."

I'm so happy.

He has a new owner.

Krieg brought the baby closer to smell him.

I thought to myself, "It smells so good, it's all your scent, I love it."

The laughter of his owner and the baby felt like sweet dew poured over him.

He was a traveler in the desert, overwhelmed by happiness and at a loss for what to do.

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at night.

The royal chamber was shrouded in a deep and tranquil serenity.

The faint sucking sound could only be heard if one pressed their ear close to the outside of the silk curtain.

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk," like the sound of a puppy licking water.

Solan unbuttoned one shoulder buckle, letting Krigg lie on his chest, and said with distress, "...When will this end?"

“It’s alright, Your Majesty, I will finish it for you,” Krigor said.

He has a simple, honest voice and is very sincere.

Krieg's temperament was like that of a calf that had been thoroughly tamed, subject to beatings and scoldings;

If he were a subject, he would be very pleased with this.

Being his lover often makes him inexplicably angry.

"Can you do it?"

"Hurry up."

"Don't wake the child."

Solan began to take off his clothes.

Krieg watched quietly.

His royal robes fell off.

His skin was ivory white, smooth, and sweat-free, with long, golden hair. He was slightly plumper than before, and his reborn vitality filled his entire body.

Her body hadn't been properly cared for yet, still half-ripe, but she had already given birth to a child.

Therefore, although she lacked the bronze sheen of someone who had been through many affairs and still had a clean, raw appearance, every inch of her skin gave the feeling of being soaked in the sweet milk of a nursing child.

When this gorgeous and magnificent body fell out from the brocade.

Krieg felt a shiver, a mixture of cowardice and longing, creeping up his hands, down his stomach, down his whole body, into his suffocating chest.

His patience couldn't even last a minute.

Solan had insulted him:

How come you always learn physical labor so quickly?

Now he has another trick up his sleeve to please his master.

Even if we argue during the day, I still have to call him to come to bed at night.

Solan's blond hair was disheveled, and his starry eyes were hazy. Only when his skin felt itchy and needed comfort did he say, "Alright, I allow you to touch me."

Krieg couldn't wait to kiss those delicate, red lips, kissing them insatiably.

The passionate kisses often left Solan feeling slightly suffocated.

After that, he became disoriented.

He can no longer speak a complete sentence.

She was even brought to tears by someone's outrageous behavior.

It's not because of pain...

He didn't want to say what it was.

The baby, who was put into the crib, woke up in the middle of the night and found that his mother was not by his side, and started crying loudly.

A maid knocked on the door. "Your Majesty, would you like me to take the little prince away?"

No, no need.

Solan blushed and tried her best not to tremble in her voice.

Krigo silently carried out his task, his hands gripping Krigo's waist as he lifted him up slightly.

Solan tensed up and then softened.

He took a breath, turned over, and got up to check on the baby.

"You clingy little thing..."

Her words were tinged with anger, but her tone was soft. "You never give me a moment's peace, do you?" Turning her head, she saw that Krieg, who had followed her, was still full of vigor and standing there blankly. She cursed again, "You too, you bastard, you can come as many times as you want."

"..."

Krieg reached out his hand. "You rest, I'll come see the children."

Solan refused to let go, saying, "Baby is looking for me."

If he weren't too tired, he would definitely take care of the child himself.

He recalled that his owner once mocked him, saying, "Those old geezers are too old to die, and they have nothing better to do than come and try to persuade me to have children... What's the point of having children? All animals in this world have children the same way. Humans have children, and there's no difference between them and cats and dogs having children. Ha, they raise their children the same way."

Back then, Solan even thought that kittens and puppies were cuter than human children.

Now, he lovingly soothes his little baby.

What kind of baby is considered well-behaved?

He often thought that, apart from being loud, prone to crying, fussing, and clingy, his baby was also a good baby.

Solan changed into clean clothes and skillfully soothed the child.

Feeling stifled indoors, I decided to go outside for a stroll.

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The weather has been warm lately, but Krieg still draped a cashmere cloak over him.

Wrapped in a soft blanket, in her mother's arms, with a gentle breeze carrying the faint scent of flowers, the baby quickly fell asleep again.

"The little thing really likes me," Solan chuckled.

“Everyone likes you—” Krieg continued.

"Haha, come on."

Solan raised an eyebrow. "Being an emperor is the most hated thing in the world."

He said he wanted to see the sunrise.

So they went up the secret passage and sat with Krieg in the eaves of the palace roof.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

Give half of the cloak to Krieg.

When my arms got tired from holding the baby, I handed the child over.

"Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when the sun is about to rise."

"...I'm not going to sleep yet. I have something I want to ask you. I haven't had a chance to ask it yet."

"What's up?"

Do you love me?

It was as decisive as a knife falling.

This was so sudden.

Krigo's heart stopped beating. "I...I..." he stammered for a long time, his voice low and rough, "...How could I be worthy to say I love you?"

"Oh, you don't love me."

No, no, it's not—

"That means you love me."

"I...I..."

He sometimes knew that he was incredibly audacious, having gotten his master pregnant, and the child had already been born, but could he still express love? — He still didn't dare.

He revered his master, and his master should have a most honorable spouse.

Even now, no one has reached that level.

Solan held his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, her soft, fragrant body seemed to be able to see through even when she was wearing armor, and held the hand that was holding the child.

With eyes closed, she asked gently:

"You love me that much, you little demon, even after I almost killed you?"

"I'm not dead!"

Krieg hurriedly retorted.