134 How Is That Possible? (1/2)

Before the situation to dissolve into further chaos, Nine whacked Deltan over the head.

”Stop it,” Nine said, effectively calming down the heated atmosphere. ”Just because the egg is hatching early doesn't mean there's something wrong.”

”You're right,” Deltan said, calming down at his younger brother's logical words. The calmness in his voice seeped into Deltan, affecting him.

”Mm. The reason why your son is hatching doesn't matter at all. Let's just watch for now.”

Everyone filed into the room quietly, as if being loud would stop Deltan's heir from hatching. In the silence of the room, the sounds of the shell cracking continued to be heard.

All eyes were on the blue shell, waiting patiently for Raphael to emerge.

Nine was the calmest one in the room. She could feel the emotions that were being felt by Raphael, which was full of curiosity. There was no pain or discomfort felt by him, which was the main reason why she was as calm as she was. Otherwise, she would not be any different from the worried silence in the room.

However, she had no plausible way to explain it to them properly, so she would just allow them to witness his 'birth'.

Before long, a small, pale hand emerged from the hole, which then rapidly broke the rest of the egg down.

Deltan held his breath as his heart palpitated. He watched with wide eyes, an unknown feeling blossoming within him. Was this… what it was like to be a parent?

As the Eldest Prince stared at his son for the first time, a film of tears appeared on his eyes as he took on his son for the first time.

Raphael had the same shade of blue hair and eyes like his parent, reflecting the dominant genes of the Destan Royalty. It was the reason why almost everyone knew they were in the presence of the Destan family.

Their dark blue hair and blue eyes the shade of an everchanging night, deep with various shades of blue hues as the sun hit in different ways. In a way, the Destan Royalty's eyes reminded everyone of a jewel, which was why no one was able to imitate a prince or princess from the Destan family.

Instantly, almost everyone in the room fell in love with the little boy who looked sleepy due to the excess amount of energy used to break out of the shell.

Deltan reached out with shaky hands, cradling his son to himself. He instantly melted when Raphael gave him a sleepy smile, one hand clutching his shirt as he went to sleep.

The Eldest Prince felt like gushing and was just a shade away from cooing at the small infant.

”Congratulations,” Nine said, smiling at her eldest brother, though she didn't think he could hear her at all. He was utterly lost as he stared at his son with a dopey smile.

At this time, Nine had a faint inkling that Raphael was going to grow up spoiled by a lot of people. She glanced at everyone's faces, confirming it. The little prince was going to grow up wanting for nothing at all.

Nine saw how their father was itching to hold his grandson when she stopped him. ”Father, wait. You shouldn't separate Raphael and Deltan right now.”

By now, the room was mostly empty. Her students had left to give Deltan some space, opting to come back another day where they would try and steal the infant away from the prince.

Avner paused. ”Oh, why?” he said puzzled.

”Not until we get some blood into him at least,” Nine said, alarming the room.

”Blood? Raphael is born a Vampire?”

Nine nodded, poking Raphael's white cheek. ”Do you think that skin tone belongs to a human? Look,” she said, slicing open the tip of her finger.