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

However, the little guy, being illiterate, didn't understand what his father meant when he said, "If Dad makes a mistake, you can slap Dad."

Until Winston nonchalantly covered his face with his hands.

"That's right, if Dad makes you sad, you can hit Dad with your hand."

However, with the little guy's chubby hand, which looked like a starfish, pressing on his father's face, it was as if he was giving his father a massage.

What's more, the little guy shook his head like a rattle drum when he heard his father's words.

"No, no!"

Winston could casually bring up such things because at that time he wasn't yet a gentle and kind father who understood his child's feelings.

Winston today is essentially still the same tyrant who habitually uses violence to suppress everything.

Moreover, these orcs have a style of killing to stop killing, and even brothers and relatives often fight each other.

Powerful as they are, even their playful fights are like those of the jungle kings of the grasslands, filled with fangs and blood-soaked love.

It is quite different from the pitiful love of a cub wrapped in honey.

The little guy can't accept this idea.

He seemed startled, and hugged his father, saying:

"So that the little one won't hurt Daddy in the future."

In the cub's short life, the only impression violence left on him was harm.

That's why he was so terrified.

Winston didn't quite understand this yet, but he would agree with the cub's words:

"Okay, baby loves Daddy the most."

Upon hearing this, the cub nodded firmly: "I love Daddy the most!"

Winston felt that the cub was fragile and pitiful, but he also felt that when the little guy said those words, it really gave him unparalleled strength.

Is raising a child such a magical thing?

Winston didn't quite understand either.

But when he looked at the cubs, Winston knew he would never fall back into the cold, lonely life he had lived before.

Thinking about this made Winston feel a little better.

He mimicked the cub's movements, touching its cheek with his own lips and asking:

"Is this what ancient humans called a kiss?"

He had also seen the cub kiss Morin earlier, and it has to be said that Winston had been waiting for this moment for so long.

When he touches the baby's face with the thinnest part of his body, he finds that he can transmit his body heat and feelings through this act of affection.

The butler, who has recently been studying paleoanthropology, couldn't help but say:

"In the books, they say that cheek kisses are a way for humans to express greetings and also an expression of love between relatives, and that lip kisses are a way for humans to exchange pheromones during reproduction..."

"Ancient humans seemed to value kissing. They had morning kisses, night kisses, hand kisses, and so on. I think this was also a way to quickly exchange information and establish status."

Winston gazed at the cubs:

"So he likes to rub himself against me when he's all sweaty, likes to share his food with me, likes to sleep with me—are all these things just to communicate with me?"

The butler shook his head: "I suppose this is what trust is."

"That is, love."

Winston was taken aback.

He said that his love was based entirely on what he read in parenting manuals: that you should express love to your little one often.

But he didn't know that the little guy's "love" for him would be so vivid.

And his love? Is it something he can truly be proud of?

Winston looked at the cub with a deep gaze.

But just like before, Winston is a dragon and a monarch; he doesn't know how to express his thoughts, nor does he know whether he should express them or not.

He would stand guard over the cubs at the door late at night like a clumsy hound, and he couldn't control his jealousy and possessiveness.

But he was like a man without a mouth, quietly protecting and caring for her without seeking recognition.

Clumsy as a newborn child.

While he was raising his cubs, the cubs were also feeding him back, displaying all sorts of truly human emotions.

However, before Winston could even indulge in his sentimentality for a moment, Kaylan and the others burst in noisily.

His palace has become doubly lively since the arrival of the cub.

These children all have their own places to live, but they insist on coming to the palace to find rooms.

The first thing they did upon arriving was to greet the cubs.

Winston's tenderness vanished without a trace after hearing the incessant noise around him.

Winston held the cub in his arms, protecting it with one hand while casually raising his head to reveal the fine dragon scales at the corners of his eyes and his terrifying beastly eyes.

Kailan and the others immediately fell silent.

For a moment, the only sound on the long table was the baby slurping its milk.

Only the treasure in the black dragon's palm was completely unaware of the terrifying existence behind it.

Kaylan suppressed the goosebumps on his skin, bowed respectfully, and whispered to Richard:

"The little guy probably doesn't know how terrifying Aiden is. What if he ever sees Aiden's true face..."

Winston's true dragon form was not so gentle.

Because the cubs are so small, the Winston that appears before the little guy is actually a shrunken version of himself.

A real dragon is bigger and more terrifying; just standing in front of it makes one feel insignificant.

Because, that's a dragon.

One of only two people in the world with dragon genes in their bodies.

Or rather, Winston is actually a dragon.

After all, when they completely transform back into dragons, the superficial rationality and peaceful attitude that they usually maintain as "humans" will completely disappear.

That's just how the world is.

They simply agreed not to let the cubs come into contact with each other.

The little guy is also a newborn, so he doesn't have any concept of it yet.

That is, he and his family have very different concepts.

He had no idea what kind of monsters his family members were compared to him.

Or rather, they are just non-humans in human skin.

The cub was drinking its milk peacefully. Since it couldn't see, Cyrus took advantage of this and casually used its tail to hook a fragrant little cookie in front of the cub.

The cub instinctively tried to grab it, but missed and almost fell over. Suddenly, a small snake darted out from Helena's body and grabbed the cub by the collar.

Helena's mouth split open, and compared to her previous beauty, she now had an even stronger inhuman feel, but also an indescribable allure that made it impossible to look away once you looked at her.

She looked at the cub, her tongue flashing across her lips.

But the little guy was completely unaware of this. He was still happily munching on the after-dinner cookies the butler had given him. He thought the cookies were delicious and even broke one in half to give to his dad.

For a moment, the other family members became even more twisted, as if they were jealous of Winston, who was so beloved by the cubs.