After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, Elena couldn't help but laugh out loud at her husband's silence after seeing the child.

When new parents face their first child, they may feel more bewildered and lost than joyful.

"Aren't you going to hug her?" Alene couldn't stand the father and daughter staring at each other any longer and asked softly.

Oswald seemed to just realize what was happening. He nodded first, then quickly wiped his hands on his clothes, walked over, and carefully picked up Octavia.

With black hair and crimson eyes, the little girl inherited her parents' features very well. As for her face... why does she look somewhat like Chu Guang?

Octavia neither cried nor made a fuss. Perhaps from her perspective, being suddenly picked up by a strange giant, remaining obedient was the best option.

However, the bond of blood still made her reach out her tender little hand.

Before he could even groom himself, Oswald had grown stubble on his chin, which Octavia kept touching, seemingly enjoying the rough texture.

In fact, Oswald didn't know how to be a father. He grew up in a family without a father, and in the movies and TV shows he watched, fathers were more like objects to be rebelled against.

The new era goes without saying; in the past it was stereotypes, now it's vivid clowns with red noses.

"Oswald, I don't ask our daughters to achieve great things, but I must be the best mother I can be."

"Indeed," an unknown acting duke, a little sister-shaped body pillow, chimed in from the side.

Even though it was Elene who gave birth to the child, Luna would have become a mother figure if it weren't for Jenny's frequent help.

"Thank you for your hard work. I owe you all so much."

Oswald sighed. Octavia's features were disheveled by the strong wind, but for some reason she started to babble happily.

Suppressing a laugh, Oswald's intense concern for the child's every move, coupled with his inability to understand, was too much for Eleanor to bear.

The father and daughter were never on the same wavelength.

Elena took the child away. She knew Oswald was only back temporarily, so she had a very good suggestion. "Let Jenny have one this time too. It'll be easier to take care of two children growing up together."

Upon hearing this, Luna, who was the first to break down, looked up at the sky, staring at the ceiling, on the verge of tears.

Again? I'm responsible for the Northern Territory, the Third Territory, and the First District; I don't have time to take care of any pregnant woman…

"Let's forget it. I'm taking Luna to the Elf Kingdom these two months. You and Jenny will take care of things in the Northern Territory."

Oswald underestimated the power of prayer, believing that the goddess had already bestowed corresponding curses upon the four races when she granted them blessings.

But the disaster that struck the Elf Kingdom has proven that this game is far from over.

"Chuguang, you stay too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Guang, with a slightly dissatisfied expression, revealed his true form and stood beside Elinie with a pout.

"Is the situation over there really that bad?" Eleanor frowned. She had thought Oswald would at least stay home for a few days to reunite with them.

But Oswald seemed to be being pushed along by something, unwilling to stop for even a moment.

"Not everyone is as lucky as me." Oswald stared intently at Eleanor; to receive someone's love was like receiving a whole night sky full of stars.

In his eyes, one could see the twinkling of countless stars, but the darkness also forced one to hold their breath deeply in solitude.

Everyone has a story; everything can pass, but nothing can be truly let go.

"Just one night, just one night. Look, Jenny hasn't come back yet..." Elena suddenly slurred her words, handed Octavia to Luna to hold, and then tugged at Oswald's sleeve, her eyes full of pleading.

Luna's lips twitched. After giving birth, her sister-in-law, Elena, seemed more like an insecure young girl...

Alright, Octavia will be sleeping with her aunt tonight.

Not wanting to be a third wheel any longer, Luna coaxed the child away, giving Chuguang a look that signaled her to leave quickly.

……

"There is a saying in our history: 'We humbly acknowledge that our holy dynasty governs the world with filial piety.' The rulers greatly appreciated this concept and extended it to the idea of ​​transferring filial piety to loyalty."

"Why not just promote loyalty directly? Because loyalty, righteousness, propriety, and benevolence have all been abandoned by society, leaving only filial piety to support the operation of the moral system. Then, when our generation comes along, there are too many messy and false emotions, and we will overthrow filial piety with our own hands."

"Mother planet, mother planet, what they hate is the word 'mother,' so no matter how fiercely we fight, no one goes to other people's transmigratory places to wreak havoc. The emergence of the idea of ​​matricide means that our society has officially entered a new stage, an unprecedented era."

"I can't stop this wave of thought, because I'm in it too. The greater the love, the more unimaginable pathology it may conceal. Social thought really shouldn't have boundaries; whether something is dross or essence shouldn't be defined by the rulers."

"If a moral ideology causes pain and makes people feel disgusted with the world, does that prove that the human species itself has taken the wrong path of reproduction? Or does it mean that our primitive social relationships have reached a point where they must be transformed?"

"The goddess of life created and nurtured you, and you have also come to the point of matricide. She arbitrarily manipulates your future, and if you cannot overcome it, you will die! And what I am facing are those who have already died. Their pain has no way out, no warm harbor, and no so-called warm hand."

"Killing their mothers is their way of proving their faith. Ideals cannot bring salvation, self-love cannot bring salvation. Those who linger in hell are people who want a second breath. They too have hesitated, but our society has developed to the point where a minority can completely replace the majority."

"So those bastards made a gamble, betting that we transmigrators would let go of our hatred and retain our love for our home planet. The result was that our entire home planet was torn apart, slaughtered, and dragged into the clutches of the Chaos God..."

Lying in bed, Oswald laughed as he spoke. In his youth, he had always ridiculed the absurdity of history, but after experiencing it firsthand, he didn't even know how future generations would view their folly.

Oh right, there are no descendants, so why worry so much?

Beside them, Elena was stunned, and Jenny was also stunned. They could understand patricide and schizophrenia, but what level of civilization would it take to reach the point of matricide?

After saying this, Oswald felt much more relaxed. He had been suffering from insomnia lately, but now that he was home with his wife by his side, he could finally get a good night's sleep.

Oswald closed his eyes, but Eleanor and Jenny couldn't fall asleep.

"Is civilization held together by reason or by shared emotions?" Jenny pondered this question, then couldn't resist biting Oswald's arm.

"Don't ask me, just don't hand over the position of Swordholder to someone holding a child." Oswald said something strange, and then got bitten by Elene again.

Oswald slowly opened his eyes, a wolfish green glint flashing within them. "You guys better behave. Don't think I can't continue fighting. Your husband is terrifyingly strong now."