W-what...?
The butler paused, then looked in shock at the person in Mephisto's arms.
"When...when did you..."
Mephius had no time to chat with the steward; rain splashed in, some of it already landing on the cubs.
The cub clung tightly to his chest, as if drawing the only warmth from the torrential rain.
Mephius said, "Quickly, turn up the temperature in the room!"
The butler had served Mephisto for many years and, except for that moment of shock, had never failed in his duty.
Upon hearing this, he immediately went into the house and instructed the servants. The low-key betas silently infiltrated every corner of the old house like fish in water. In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire old house was brightly lit, and a warm atmosphere permeated everywhere.
The butler brought clean towels, milk powder, and children's cold medicine to Mephisto. He saw Mephisto carefully peel off the coat from his arms, revealing the cub with rosy cheeks.
"What a beautiful cub... Did you find it?"
The butler skillfully wiped the cub's hair, held the baby bottle and shook it, while asking Mephisto.
Mephius, oblivious to the rain soaking him, picked up a towel handed to him by a servant and carefully instructed the butler:
"Be gentle, he's very fragile."
The butler smiled and said, "You and the other young masters and ladies of the Lorenzo family were all raised by me. I have no shortage of experience in raising young children, so you can rest assured."
After Mephius saw his adjutant leave and dismiss the servants, he whispered to the butler:
"He's different."
The butler paused for a moment, then immediately thought of the curse that had harmed the entire Lorenzo family.
The Lorenzo family's innate high-level alpha genes were a double-edged sword that led the entire family to its demise.
The Lorenzo family's high-grade alpha genes have produced a wealth of talent. Both men and women are renowned killing machines in the Federation, with glory and military power bestowed upon them. However, every Lorenzo dies before the age of twenty-five. The pain of their mental chaos can only be barely soothed by omegas, but in the end, they all die from a breakdown due to the chaos.
So by Mephius's generation, the Lorenzo family had declined to a few hundred members, with only Mephius remaining.
But now, Mephisto says that the child in his arms is different.
"He is an omega. He is my cub."
The butler looked at the fragile child in his arms, his voice almost trembling:
"Okay, okay. I will definitely take good care of the young master."
The butler wouldn't ask where the cub came from; he only needed to be happy for Admiral Mephisto and the entire Lorenzo family.
Judging from Mephisto's reaction alone, the butler knew that the cub was not an insignificant pawn in Mephisto's mind.
He considered the cub to be a member of his family.
Then the steward will definitely devote himself to the cub.
The cub felt his father's warm embrace slip away, and he came into a dry, unfamiliar embrace. The little guy couldn't help but open his eyes and look at the butler.
"Young Master?"
The butler called to him in a low voice.
The cub's eyes darted around, and it spotted its father leaning over from the side.
The father patted his back, and the cub relaxed trustingly, leaning against the butler.
"She has such a good temper."
The butler couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Raising a group of energetic alphas is no easy task. Although the Lorenzo family members are all born naturally, it doesn't mean that they can be raised like artificially conceived children in a fertility center, with only their physiological needs met and then reassigned to families after they turn three.
Even as a child, Alpha showed the ferocity and violence that came with his nature. His siblings often fought together, and the housekeeper would often come over to separate the children and hug and comfort them one by one.
When they get a little older, I won't be able to hug them anymore.
The butler also knew that those omegas were often spoiled by the association, developing arrogant and domineering personalities, becoming so willful and wicked that they were difficult to manage.
But this cub, just by seeing its father's figure and receiving a little comforting pat on the back, will obediently stay in a stranger's arms and let others do as they please.
Mephius tucked the cub's hair behind its ear:
"Yes, he has a very good temper and is very gentle."
Soft in every sense of the word.
The butler chuckled, “He will be the least Lorenzo family member.”
“It’s alright,” Mephisto replied. Whether it resembled his child or not didn’t matter; as long as he acknowledged that this was his child, no one would dare to question it.
"Don't reveal the cub's identity yet, or those vicious dogs will be drawn by the scent and want a piece of the pup. He'll stay here; take good care of him."
The butler had already reached an understanding with Mephisto. He carried the cub and turned to go to the already prepared nursery. However, when he was taking the cub's temperature, he saw Mephisto lingering at the door again.
The capricious general changed the order again:
"Butler, you should go and rest. I'll take care of the cub. We need to see his fever break..."
As Mephisto said this, he went to the cub's bedside and nervously tucked him in.
The butler was still wondering why Mephius seemed like he would become a good father.
But before he could utter a word of praise, the butler saw Mephisto reach out and cover the cub with a thick blanket, keeping it completely covered.
Butler: "My general...! Let go!"
Fortunately, the butler was there, and the cub escaped the onslaught of fatherly love that felt like an avalanche.
He had a fever-reducing patch applied, and his fever had gone down. He was in a better mood and was snuggling in his father's arms, wanting his father to comfort him.
Mephius skillfully picked up the cub, who groggily opened his eyes and asked his father why he wasn't singing to comfort him.
Mephisto, who had never sung before: ...
"Are you really going to sing?"
The puppies sniffed around in his arms like little dogs, as if checking if they had picked up any other scents while their father wasn't holding them, like marking their territory, and then nodded.
"Sing!"
Sick cubs are much more clingy and affectionate.
Mephius had no choice but to grit his teeth and hum the war song he remembered.
For a battle-hardened maniac like Mephisto, the only thing he was familiar with was the blazing song that sang when he went into battle.
Mephius sang very seriously, but unfortunately he was always off-key, which made the servant next to him think of the saddest things in his life.
Mephius was a little angry.
He looked down and saw that the cub had been lulled to sleep by his singing. He relaxed his brow and thought to himself, "Sure enough, apart from the cub, these betas who have no artistic talent don't understand the meaning of art at all, and they don't know how to appreciate songs."
He didn't know that the reason why the children's threshold for being put to sleep was being lowered time and time again by their fathers was because of this.
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