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nThe words ‘not pure human’ were not taken seriously by the Grand Marshal. Anything involving his wife was his top priority. He wouldn’t mind becoming the world’s enemy for the sake of his wife as long as he could protect him. Wasn’t Hei Anjing doing the same thing when he was collecting his soul fragments? This is his time to protect his other half from anything that can or may harm him.

n“Look after that egg properly, Roi,” he said, looking at the black dragon curling around the silver egg.

nRawr~

nThen he changed his clothes, sat back down on the couch, and closed his eyes. He examined the changes in his quantum world and noticed that the darkness within it, which was riddled with cracks, was gradually repairing itself. He was well aware that this was the result of having Yara von Chrysalis by his side. He opened his eyes again and saw Yara, who had finished his shower and was waiting for him to do so. He was taken aback at first because most of Yara’s casual gestures were similar to his wife’s, which put him at ease.

nOne of his wife’s quirks is that he does not dry his hair because he is lazy. He sighed when he saw Yara von Chrysalis with a towel around his neck and his black hair dripping with water. It was so similar that he couldn’t figure out why he felt strange toward this incarnation. This man is his wife’s soul fragment, no matter which way he looks at him. However, for some reason, a sense of detachment cannot be ignored.

nThe Grand Marshal’s thoughts, ‘Is it because his so-called evolution isn’t complete yet? But humans don’t use world evolution when they increase in power. Only other Creatures like a zerg do. Not a pure human? Half? Is that it?’

nHe finally stood up and helped Yara von Chrysalis dry his hair, “Why don’t you dry your hair? There is a hair dryer in the bathroom.” The Grand Marshal said.

nYara von Chrysalis let the Grand Marshal serve him and looked completely relaxed under his touch, “No need. Too lazy. It will dry up on its own.”

n“Okay, I will do it for you. Wait here for a bit. I will go get the hair dryer.” The Grand Marshal said as he went to the bathroom and took the hair dryer as he said. He helped this lazy one dry his hair until there was no water dripping from it and said, “Take a rest for tonight. Your room is next door.”

nYara von Chrysalis stared at the Rand Marshal with his usual dull expression on his face but didn’t ask another word as he stood up as if he understood something.

n“Okay. Good night, Grand Marshal.” Yara von Chrysalis said.

n“Don’t call me Grand Marshal. You are not my subordinate. Call me Caesar.”

nA rare smile appeared at the corner of Yara von Chrysalis’s lips. It only appeared for a split second before it resumed an emotionless facade he always wears on his face.

n“Sweet Dreams, Caesar.”

nOnly then did Yara von Chrysalis leave the Grand Marshal’s bedroom and enter the room next door. The old butler had been waiting in the corridor all this time to accompany the young lord to his room. The old butler was overjoyed to see Yara emerge unscathed from the Grand Marshal’s room. Most of those who were not Lord’s subordinates had all emerged from a room with the Grand Marshal injured or mentally disabled.

nThe old butler said, “Young Lord, let this old servant show you the way to your room.”

n“Then thank you, Grandpa Butler.” Yara von Chrysalis said without any expression on his face. But the butler already knew from the Dean that this young child rarely showed an expression on his face and that he was born like this.

n“This way, young lord.”

nThe night passed quietly as the majority of people slept. Caesar Mitchell von Imperlian was awake and alert in the Grand Marshal’s chamber. He observes the evening scenery beyond his bedroom windows while holding a wine glass in his left hand and a cigar in his right. As he looks out in a daze, he appears to be deep in thought.

nSystem Yang had long gone to protect his Master in the other room, leaving System Yue to care for his own master. He observes him drinking wine and smoking, both of which he usually avoids when his wife is present.

nSystem Yue asked, My Lord, are you alright? Is there something wrong? Does the Lord mind that Lord Hei’s incarnation is not pure human in this world?

n“I never cared for such a thing. It’s just that… for some reason, there is something about him that is making me uncomfortable yet not at the same time. I’m just a bit confused but worry not, I shall protect him no matter what.” The Grand Marshal said.

nSystem Yue asked with a careful tone, What is it that made my Lord uncomfortable? Is it Lord Hei’s dull gaze?

n“You’ve noticed it too? How can he have such eyes? As if he is a living dead, with no past or future. No soul at all. If he isn’t breathing and capable of conversing I would have thought he is a puppet instead. Zhi Yue, I want you to investigate everything about him in this world. His background, family, everything! Find it all out for me.” The Grand Marshal said.

nThe little moon shook in agreement and disappeared from the room to do his task which the Lord God had given him. He went to gather all the information about Yara von Chrysalis as he was ordered.

nThe Grand Marshal mumbled, “I had a feeling that he is once again greatly involved in this world. Sigh~ I must prevent what happened in the last world from becoming another reality again. Since the one on the throne would have to fight against the Zerg then let’s give it to the Heavenly Sons of this world to protect. It’s not like Cale and his youngest son wanted that throne either way.”

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nThe sun rises from the horizon as the night sky brightens, illuminating the world with a glow and brightening the land with an aureate shade of light. When the Grand Marshal awoke late at dawn, he heard noises coming from outside the house and walked towards his room veranda wearing only a pair of pants and a black robe over him.

nHe looked around and saw the servants, the old butler, some soldiers, and gardeners at his Palace’s Garden. He was taken aback by a scene in the garden of a few soldiers caught in tree branches being tossed around by an old wisteria tree. They were even sparing as if they had come across a formidable foe. Some maids are having fun on an old willow tree’s branch swing. It was strange that it could swing on its own and that people only had to sit on the branch to enjoy the breeze.

nHe noticed the old butler with a flower garland on his head, given to him by Yara, replanting the flowers in the pot to the garden soil plot. Surrounded by flowers that swayed and clung to Yara’s body as if they were alive. They move as if they were living beings. The Grand Marshal’s face remained calm in the midst of this fantasy-like scene. He cast a glance at Roi, who was sunbathing with the silver egg, and motioned as if to inquire what was going on.

nRou explained: Lord Hei woke up early and he immediately looked for the garden to water the plants, the old butler saw him and escorted him to the garden but the Gardeners hadn’t finished changing the plants to flowers yet. The old butler didn’t expect Lord Hei to wake up early and failed to complete his task. He wanted to ask Lord Hei to eat breakfast first but he expressionless grabbed a small shovel and helped with replanting the flowers.

nSuddenly the plants, flowers, and even the trees started to move in the presence of Lord Hei. The soldiers thought something happened and came over to see the scene of plants, flowers, and even trees coming to life. But they couldn’t defeat these plants and wanted to risk their lives to protect Lord Hei. Lord Hei only spoke a few words and all the plants, flowers, and trees followed his command. Only then does everyone realize that this must be his Elemental ability. To give Sentient to plants, after things calmed down it led to this scene.

nThe Grand Marshal mumbled, “Ability to control plants, Jing’er don’t have that kind of ability. Does it have something to do with him not being a pure human in this world?”

nWith a calm expression, he silently observes the scene beneath him. He even went back to his room to make himself a cup of coffee while everyone else was watching his lover play with plants. He didn’t bother them by calling to show that he was awake. What he didn’t realize was that the plants had noticed him staring from above and had informed Yara.

nThe voices of the plants that only Yara von Chrysalis can hear.

n‘My King someone is looking at you from the second floor!’

n‘It’s that human with a scary aura~ Wuwuwu~ Don’t let him notice me. I don’t want to get eaten~’

n‘Who would eat you!? That’s the Master of this house, why would he care about you a mere plant?’ ．

n‘Is he the one who bought all of us? Saying it will be a gift to the King? Then he is a good human! He allows us to meet the King!’

nYara von Chrysalis was digging around, listening to the voices of the plants, flowers, and trees. Watering and pouring nutrients here and there. When someone mentioned that someone was watching him from above, Yara von Chrysalis turned around to investigate. He looked up and met the Grand Marshal’s gaze. He noticed a hidden crimson within the depths of those sapphire eyes as it watched him. The tinge of possessiveness and obsession is difficult to ignore.

nWith a smile on his face, he looked at the Grand Marshal and raised his words starling everyone in the area,

n“Good Morning, Caesar!” Yara von Chrysalis greeted.

nWhen the old butler, the maids, the soldiers, and even the gardeners turned around and looked up collectively, they were met with the cold and emotionless face of the Grand Marshal, scaring the hell out of them. They expected to be chastised for messing around in the Grand Duke’s Palace, but the Grand Marshal turned a blind eye to the situation and only looked at Yara.

nWhen those pairs of blue irises landed on Yara, a flash of crimson flashed across his eyes and then vanished. As if a spark of fire appeared out of nowhere and vanished in an instant. However, the coldness in the depths of those blue eyes has been replaced by doting and passion, but this change of expression is exclusive to Yara von Chrysalis.

n“Good Morning, Darling. Come and join me for breakfast. Play again after the meal. Is that okay?” Grand Marshal Caesar asked.

nHe didn’t force Yara to eat with him, but he politely invited him to join him for breakfast. Normally, this Grand Marshal would skip breakfast and head to work as soon as he finished his morning bath. But this time, for the sake of Yara, he didn’t rush out the door and instead invited the young man to breakfast.

nYara von Chrysalis did not immediately respond. He examined his filthy gloves, the small shovel, and the soil he was digging at the time. He returned the plant to the pot and filled it with soul after whispering a few words to it. He asked the butler to remove his gloves and stood up as if he was going back inside.

nHe once again looked up and said to the Grand Marshal, “Let’s eat breakfast together. I’ll wait for you downstairs, Caesar.” Yara von Chrysalis said.

nThe old butler and the rest of the people in the area noticed that the Young Lord’s expressionless face only revealed emotions in the Grand Marshal’s face. His smile was pure and innocent, and they could tell that the young man genuinely cared about their Lord, and they couldn’t help but rejoice for their master and the young lord.

nThe Grand Marshal said, “I’m on my way. It won’t take long. Butler, serve breakfast.”

n“Yes, My lord!” The old butler responded.

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