The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

After all, if Allen were in his shoes, assuming he was injured and needed to drink Helena's blood, he would rather die than do so.

That's disgusting.

This kid is actually drinking so seriously...

Moreover, he was the first child to drink Winston's blood.

That's why Allen believed the cub would definitely become stronger in the future.

However, Allen always had a gloomy face and would never express his thoughts to Winston.

Otherwise, Winston might have immediately chosen to reconcile with him after hearing his true feelings.

She would no longer give Allen the cold shoulder.

Although they were once brothers who stabbed each other in the back.

However, the fact that they agree on the cubs now means that their aesthetic sense is similar, and at least they can focus their conversation on the cubs.

That way, Winston wouldn't have to suffer every day, racking his brains about how to show off his cubs to his emotionless, childless, and unmarried guards.

Winston’s most gentle quality right now is probably his willingness to share burdens.

However, for now, only he is the one who loves her to this extent.

Winston watched as the little guy stuck out his tongue like a kitten and licked his fingers, occasionally biting them when he got really drunk.

But the little guy couldn't crack the eggshell back then, so now he can't bite through his dad's skin either.

Winston's fingers left only two barely noticeable teeth marks and a little saliva.

Winston looked at the child, who still craved his blood—the instinct of all living beings to crave power.

But the cubs are too fragile; they can't even drink too much Winston's blood.

Too many will kill them.

So Winston could only hold his head down to stop him from moving around.

But for some unknown reason, when Winston pressed it gently, the little guy simply wouldn't move at all.

Once Winston removed his finger, the little guy seemed to be released from a seal, raising his head to look at his father again, wanting a hug.

Looking at the chicks in front of him, Winston couldn't help but recall how he had incubated the eggs.

Perhaps it was because of a moment of weakness that Winston embarked on a completely different path from before.

The child's birth was actually an accident.

He already had enough offspring, and his encounter with the cub's mother was merely due to a slight flutter of the heart and a surge of desire.

Despite his subsequent compensation and measures, he still couldn't prevent the cub from being born safely.

At first, he had no idea that the egg existed. It wasn't until the mother of the black bird, the beautiful fiery red Vermilion Bird, died unexpectedly after laying the egg and the child was given to him that he knew about the egg for the rest of his life.

The cub's mother seemed to only want to raise him to adulthood; the woman didn't seem to want to use the child to blackmail Winston.

Perhaps that's why Winston was touched by such pure emotion for the first time, or perhaps it was because Winston heard the heartbeat inside the egg...

So he kept the egg.

And at first, he simply put the eggs in an incubator.

It wasn't until he unconsciously started paying attention to the discussions among his subordinates who had families that he realized eggs couldn't be kept in incubators indefinitely.

Such eggs have a very high mortality rate, and incubation centers control the process artificially. In contrast, in healthy families, the parents carefully adjust the temperature of the eggs, turn them over, and try to incubate them, using their body heat and breath to communicate with the baby inside the egg that both parents are present.

So when Winston returned home that night, he checked the palace three times to make sure no one was there, and he locked his access to the highest level before transforming back into his original form.

A huge, fierce-looking black dragon carefully curled up next to the egg, encircling the tiny egg with its body and then covering it with its wings.

While incubating the egg, Winston felt that he only needed to take care of the egg's development before sending it to a fertility center for final incubation.

At least he will entrust the cubs to a better welfare institution and a better family in the future.

But every time he had such a thought, the egg would get sick, either its heart would stop beating or it would lose its temperature.

Winston was busy on a planet light-years away and couldn't possibly make it back in time.

They were hesitant to ask someone else to take care of him.

He understands human nature all too well.

In the eyes of those with ulterior motives, this child is superfluous; surely someone will find out of his existence and try to harm this egg that can't even resist.

So Winston always came to Egg with an impatient and fierce look, and continued to take care of him personally, as if resigned to his fate.

But an egg is just an egg; it can't speak, and Winston is the only one feeling frustrated.

So Winston had no choice but to accept his fate. He went to the battlefield during the day and returned to his room at night, where he would put the egg on his bed and incubate it using the original form.

But the more he invested, the more Winston's attitude toward the egg gradually changed without him realizing it.

From impatience to patience, and finally even a sense of willingness, with a feeling of wanting more...

This is the cub he has raised with so much effort.

This is his biological child!

Winston naturally assumed that the child, still curled up in his egg, must have inherited his genes and become the strongest warrior, possessing, like him, keen intuition and decisive, ruthless emotions.

However, the egg became increasingly delicate, requiring him to take care of it almost constantly.

Winston summoned his personal physician, who circled the egg for a long time before finally shaking his head at Winston.

"His Highness seems to be born with health problems..."

Winston stared at the egg, now finally realizing that the child had come to collect a debt.

But Winston couldn't bear to lose him.

He started carrying a baby bag, holding eggs all day, and holding remote meetings from home.

He would often wipe the eggshell, tell it bedtime stories, use low-frequency sounds to soothe the egg, and give it nutrient solution to this fragile eggshell.

Winston had seen that this is how ancient human mothers carried their babies for ten months and gave birth to them.

This is his flesh and blood, the child he personally hatched...

She was also the only child Winston approved of.

No matter how fragile or inferior the cub may be, since he is Winston's child, he deserves the very best!

As Winston thought this, he lowered his head to stop reminiscing and saw the cub in his arms.

The little guy is still no different from that egg.

But unlike before, he has been born into this world, and one day, everyone will know of his existence.

Winston was always proud; he felt his children deserved the best.

So how could he not be sad when he first saw the hatchling?

How could one not feel that Winston was the one who gave this child an unhealthy body?

It was Winston who owed this child from the very beginning.

Winston let him be born alone, let him wander alone, and only in the end did he return to Winston's hands.

And now, Winston has lost his child again, and the cub has been questioned by Helena.

As Winston stroked the baby's soft belly, a crazy idea popped into his head.

As long as he eliminates his political enemies and wipes out all the invading alien races, as long as he lives for even a second, he will protect the child forever.

As long as Winston rules this planet, the entire ring of stars, then no one will dare to question his children!

Under the rule of might, he is always the truth.