Chapter 450: ROSEHEART-DE MOONASTERIO

NIKOLAI almost forgot that Mona was truly fearsome when mad.

He was overjoyed by the fact that his whole family was finally complete. Thus, he forgot that Mona had plenty of reasons to hate him. She initially asked him to tell her the terrible things that he put their children through in the past, but he genuinely didn’t know where to begin, so he kept his mouth shut while thinking.

That was when Mona lost her temper. Instead of waiting for him to explain, she just used a skill on him.

It was the skill that brought him to his knees literally while maintaining eye contact with Mona. Her light-blue eyes glowed beautifully. But although it was a mesmerizing sight, her eyes were actually “reading” his memories through his eyes.

In short, Mona was looking into his memories- memories related to their children.

Of course, he could have rejected it. Since he was more powerful than Mona, it was possible for him to reject the skill that she applied to him. But he chose to let her see the memories that she wanted to check.

The only side-effect of Mona’s skill was it hurt his eyes. In fact, he couldn’t even blink. He wouldn’t be surprised if tears rolled down his cheeks any moment now.

…..

After all, Mona’s pretty light-blue eyes were literally blinding at the moment.

“Mama Boss, Papa Boss, what are you two doing?”

Mona only tore her blinding eyes away from him when they heard Neoma ask them what they were up to.

Thanks to Neoma, he could finally blink.

A tear or two fell down when he did, so he wiped them off immediately.

This is a little embarrassing.

“Neoma, Nero, you babies are finally awake,” Mona said in a relieved and grateful voice. “Why did Lord Yule summon you? Did he scold you because of your father’s idea to commit blasphemy?”

Nikolai turned to Mona after her unfair accusation against him. “How is it my fault?” he complained lightly. “I’m just trying to be supportive of our daughter since she’s determined to save the queen of Hazelden.”

Mona turned to her with a “sweet” smile on her face.

He regretted talking back to her right away.

I should have kept my mouth shut.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear it quite clearly, Your Majesty,” Mona said, still smiling in a scary way. The fact that she addressed him by his title was already a sign that she was upset with him. “What did Your Majesty say again?”

“It’s my fault,” Nikolai said without missing a heartbeat. “Everything is my fault.”

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“FATHER is such a sucker for Mother.”

Neoma, who was about to sip her tea, turned to Nero with a meme-able face.

Seriously, Nero? You, of all people, do not have the right to say that to Papa Boss. You’re such a sucker for me too, you know?

But she had to agree with Nero.

Watching their father follow their mother like a duckling following its mother duck was surreal.

Her Mama Boss insisted on putting the snacks from the dessert trolley on the table.

To help their mother, their Papa Boss brewed the tea for them.

If people heard that the scary emperor of this land brewed tea for us, nobody would believe it.

“Sit down, Nikolai,” Mama Boss told Papa Boss. “You’re distracting me.”

Papa Boss sat down without a question.

Gosh, Papa Boss is a big simp for Mama Boss.

After Mama Boss finished serving all the snacks on the table, only then did she sit down.

Since the tea-table was round, the four of them were sitting close together. She was sitting on the chair between Nero and Mama Boss, while her Papa Boss was sitting next to her twin brother. Thus, her father and mother were sitting side by side.

Her mother and father looked so good together because both of their visuals were out of this world.

She suddenly had the urge to bow to her parents to show them her gratitude.

Thanks to Mama Boss and Papa Boss, Nero and I were born pretty.

“Babies, is that all that Lord Yule said to you?” their Mama Boss asked while cutting the pumpkin pie into slices. “He didn’t ask you to do something dangerous again, did he?”

Neoma shook her head. “No, Mama Boss. He just summoned us to tell us the consequences of saving Brigitte unnie’s life.”

She and Nero already told their parents about the conversation they had with Lord Yule.

Their parents looked calm earlier, but she could see in their eyes that they were worried about the Moon God’s light warning about the consequences they would be facing soon.

“Mama Boss, Papa Boss, I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. “Because of my selfish desire to save Brigitte unnie, we’re going to face some troublesome things in the future.”

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize,” her Mama Boss said kindly. “Sacrificing the lives of the women chosen to give birth to the saints must come to an end, anyway. If we succeed in saving the life of the queen of Hazelden while allowing her to give birth to the new saint, then no sacrifices would be made in the future anymore. Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”

“Your mother is right,” her Papa Boss said. “The former saint Dominic Zavaroni was the one who came up with the method of saving the lives of the women chosen to give birth to the saints. He shared it with me back then, hoping that no woman would end up like his mother again. But during that time, I thought his method was futile because I didn’t know there was a Black Witch that survived the Witch Hunt in the past.”

“I didn’t know that, too,” her mother said. “I was pretty surprised when I saw the young Black Witch that you introduced to me earlier.”

Dahlia came to the villa after Papa Boss summoned her.

Right now, the Black Witch was currently checking on Brigitte unnie’s condition. It seemed like the queen was surprised earlier when lightning struck her and Nero. Of course, Uncle Glenn was with them.

“Father, don’t force Miss Dahlia to get involved with our plan if she refuses,” Nero said bluntly. “Our family would be punished once our plan succeeds.”

The punishment Nero was talking about was the thorny path they would be walking on for suppressing the natural birth of the baby saint.

“Everyone who will help us will probably get punished, too,” Nero continued. “Father, make sure to let Miss Dahlia know the consequence of lending us her power. And if she refuses, then don’t force her.”

Their Papa Boss looked taken aback by Nero’s light warning. But in the end, he nodded. “I understand. I won’t force the Black Witch if she refuses.”

“Thank you, Father,” her twin brother said, then he sipped his tea.

“Neoma, baby, I’m glad to see you eating well,” her Mama Boss said after she wolfed down her second slice of pumpkin pie. “What else do you want to eat?”

She turned to the variety of snacks spread on the table.

Then she laughed when she saw the chocolate muffins while gesturing the dessert to her father. It looked like her Papa Boss also remembered the time he called her ‘Muffin’ because her father’s face turned red immediately.

Nero and Mama Boss noticed that she and her Papa Boss had exchanged a private joke.

“What is it?” Nero asked curiously. “What’s with the muffin?”

She had to swallow her laughter before she spoke. “Papa Boss tried to be affectionate and called me ‘Muffin’ as an endearment.”

Nero and their mother looked shocked.

“It’s true,” she said, laughing again. “Papa Boss really called me ‘Muffin.’”

Nero, whose default setting was either to frown or smirk like a villain, laughed genuinely. It was a rich laugh that still sounded elegant- which suited a Crown Prince like him.

Mama Boss also laughed softly.

This time, even Papa Boss’s ears, and neck turned red from embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Nikolai,” her Mama Boss said. “It’s actually cute. You should give Nero a pet name, too.”

Nero stopped laughing and went back to his grumpy default. “No, thank you. I don’t need a pet name, Mother.”

Ah. 𝚍ｎ𝚘ｖ𝚕．𝚘𝚛𝚐

She suddenly had the urge to tease her baby brother.

“But it won’t be fair if only I get to have a cute pet name,” she said, earning her a glare from Nero. She ignored her twin brother to look at their father. “Papa Boss, Mama Boss is right. You should totally give Nero a cute pet name.”

Mama Boss turned to Papa Boss with sparkling, hopeful eyes. “Nikolai, come on. Give our son a cute pet name, too.”

Papa Boss, who couldn’t say ‘no’ to Mama Boss, let out a sigh. Then his eyes wandered to the table before he focused on Nero. There was a resigned look on her father’s face as he spoke. “Pumpkin,” her father said. “You’ll be ‘Pumpkin’ from now on, Nero.”

Neoma burst out laughing while Nero covered his face with his hands.

Papa Boss probably saw the pumpkin pie and chose it as Nero’s pet name.

“That’s a cute pet name,” Mama Boss said, obviously pleased. Then she looked at Neoma and Nero with warm eyes. “Now you’re our Baby Muffin and Baby Pumpkin.”

God bless us and our family’s horrible naming sense.

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