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

"Daddy...don't cry..."

The cubs also became anxious.

Because he was too small and too weak, he didn't know how to appease his father.

Because the father is an adult, his sadness is immense and cannot be soothed by a small cookie for a child.

But the butler grandpa isn't here right now, otherwise the cub could ask the butler grandpa to make a big cake for his dad.

But right now, it seems like no amount of sweets will help Dad's sadness.

The cub choked back tears and said:

"Dad...please stop the rain, I can't comfort you, I can't handle this..."

Tears are so hard to wipe away.

However, when Winston heard the cub's words, he simply patted his head very gently.

The cub raised his head, even though he couldn't see, he wanted to etch Winston's image into his mind.

If the little guy learns to read in the future, he will definitely clarify one thing to everyone.

His father was clearly the gentlest and most loving father in the world.

He was born into this world and received so much love from the moment he was born.

He also wanted to do something for his father.

Even if it means being shattered to pieces, even if it means... dying ten thousand times over.

As the cub thought about this, his body began to heat up again, and Winston touched him and knew that he had a fever again.

Winston saw the cub in such pain, then looked at himself in the mirror.

The Winston in the mirror, with his icy blue eyes, nodded to him.

The next second, Winston closed his eyes and forcibly expelled the remaining enhancer from his body.

Even though the hem of his cloak was stained red with his own blood, Winston held the cub tightly, unwilling to let go.

Upon seeing this, Richard immediately summoned the doctor.

However, before the doctor arrived, the little guy frowned and looked like a three or four-year-old.

Even his eyes regained their original sparkle.

The little guy seems to have broken free from Winston's blood shackles.

He stared blankly at his father, as if he hadn't seen Winston for a very, very long time.

The little guy only burst into tears after Winston held him tightly in his arms.

The cub was actually scared, and only now did he dare to cry.

Winston was also worried that he seemed sullen and insecure.

Upon witnessing this scene, Winston finally felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

……

The day after the cub recovered, Winston convened an internal royal meeting.

The meeting was simple: he wanted the cub to be his heir.

Winston had long been prepared for questioning and resistance.

But Richard and the others, as well as Helena and the others, all had an "I knew it" expression on their faces.

Even Winston was somewhat surprised:

"If you have any objections to the inheritance rights, you can raise them."

Kailan chimed in from the side:

"And then deal with the people who raised objections, right?"

"But unfortunately, we don't want to raise any objections."

Richard said, "We also feel that the cub is the best heir, and we are willing to be led by him."

"As for the strength to suppress the enemy, with us here, no one will dare to bully the cubs."

Lilith laughed: "Yes, it's only natural that Little Mimi should rule the world."

Little Mimi.

Winston imagined what it would be like for the cubs to rule the world, and he nodded, genuinely accepting Lilith's idea.

If cubs came to rule the world, it would probably become a much better place.

And if this world were to see a multitude of cubs multiplying...

The thought of a bunch of round, chubby babies surrounding him and calling him "Dad" made Winston feel a little noisy, but mostly warm and happy...

Since none of the princes had any objections, Winston's proposal was quickly approved.

They quickly and efficiently moved on to the next topic.

After all, here, there are no formalities; it's a place where combat power reigns supreme, and efficiency and strength are the only concerns.

But as Winston and his colleagues were having their meeting, the little guy pushed the door open and came in, holding a plate of cookies high above his head, almost blocking the view.

The baby came to share the cookies with the family.

The little guy is no longer afraid since he regained his sight.

Moreover, he seemed to have confirmed through Winston's clingy behavior that his father loved him just as much.

So the little guy became much more cheerful. And because his father wanted him to be the crown prince, he puffed out his little belly, intending to take on the responsibilities of the crown prince.

However, the royal family has never had a crown prince who is completely illiterate.

When his father first brought him to the meeting, he sat in his father's lap, pretending to look at the documents for a long time, but he didn't understand anything except for his serious expression.

Just as the minister was about to expose his cub, the astute steward called him out to help.

Only the young are spared the exposure of their only weakness.

But the butler would still praise him for carrying the cookie plate steadily and well, and for being a good child who knows how to share.

A moment later, she praised him for pouring the milk very well, saying that he didn't splash any water.

They really praised the cubs.

Seeing this, Morin took out a small notebook and carefully recorded the butler's various phrases, so that he would have the knowledge to praise the cub next time.

Molin, who had never seen much of the world, thought this was the limit for a young fan's dedication.

It wasn't until he saw the cub carrying cookies into the room that he understood what doting and praise meant.

No matter what the cub is doing, its parents can always find something to praise.

The little guy picked up the wrong document, and they praised the baby for walking so fast.

The little guy said a very simple idiom, and they praised the cub for its excellent pronunciation.

The little guy fed them the cookies one by one, like feeding kittens and puppies, and they even sucked on them, but they all praised the cub for being so loving.

Maureen stopped writing.

Maureen looked at the contents of her notebook.

Morin was defeated.

In this environment of constant praise, the cub finally seemed to be more affectionate than before...

But he has always been a good boy, even though everyone in his family is a formidable figure who spoils him rotten. The little guy never turns into a dragon.

He won't be spoiled, he won't become arrogant, and he won't turn into a vicious idiot with only good looks and an empty head.

...Although several people in his family wished he could be a bit fiercer and more assertive.

But in reality, this child is just a silly kid who eats dog-shaped cookies but can't bear to bite off any part of the dog's body.

In the end, everyone gave up.

At this point, Kaylan couldn't help but suggest:

"Should we improve the little guy's physical fitness? He's been drinking Winston's blood, so his physical condition should be enhanced."

"At least this way we'll become stronger. If the little guy encounters bad guys, at least he can quickly press the call button for help."

The parents exchanged glances and agreed with the suggestion.

So the little guy was forcibly taken out to class.

The little guy didn't know what to do until he saw his family members, who had been surrounding him, suddenly stand in opposition to him and all turn into beast-like forms.

They looked at the cubs, and among them, the tiger that Kalan had transformed into, with its fur a reddish-brown hue, gently nipped at one of the cubs' arms, as if to indicate:

"Come and attack me, baby."