When Draco came back once again, the couple were ready both ways, and the child was nervously looking at Draco while hiding behind his father.
"I see you've done what I told you to do; let me take a look." Draco's green eyes turned abyssal. A single look at the stomach of the mother made him smile.
"You might have a special constitution that allows you to give birth to talent; had this little one been slightly better, I might have chosen her. Well, good for Leona." Draco shook his head while looking back at the parents.
"Let us move." Draco spread his will over the family of three, or rather, four now, and teleported away.
The project of training Palkus will take 8 years, which is not too long for Draco, and it was the perfect time to bless the youngling as this would guarantee fast growth and protection from Draco.
And so, the training arc began for the upcoming Monarch of Portalia.
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While all of this passed, Draco and Leona were sitting in the same place, only 4 hours having passed since Draco told Leona about who he wanted to bless.
"Alright, It's done, the parents of the little goman I chose to bless have managed to create another talent." Draco shuckled. Indeed they've come so far that they're now speaking of life and birth as if it was business.
"Are you serious?" Leona raised her eyebrows at what she just heard.
"Yeah, it seems your blessed one and mine will be siblings." With a smile Draco replied, amused at the absurdity of the matter they were speaking about.
"Haha, I don't even know what to say anymore." Leona just laughed, looking back at the sky, the view was entrancing, time passed like a breeze, they couldn't even feel it, was this what eternity felt like?
The green garden wasn't large; it was just a small world of sorts that Draco created based on the heart of the cursed forest, with a single tree in the middle as a lake passed behind it and flowers of all colors decorating the area.
"Hey, Uncle Draco..." Suddenly, Antita came closer to Draco and put her hands on Draco's knees.
"What is it?" Draco asked, putting his cold front that was getting slowly but surely washed away.
"Can I... Can I call you dad?"
*Fwshhh*
The wind's breeze passed through the garden, becoming the only source of noise. Antita looked at Draco with puppy eyes, awaiting a response; however, no matter how long she waited, she got none.
"Um... Uncle Draco?" The little doll tilted her head as she poked Draco's cheek, seeing as he wasn't moving.
"Huh? Wh- what did you just say?" Draco came to himself, opened his eyes wide open and asked, not sure if he heard right.
"Hmph. I said, Can.I.Call.You.Dad?" Antita, who was slightly annoyed that Draco didn't hear her, flared her nostrils, and then she slowly repeated her words.
"Don't joke around; you have your own parents, and I'm not your dad." Draco sighed and shook his head, refusing her offer calmly.
"No! they're not my parents. They only ever cared about my brother and they didn't give me any attention. You're the only one who cared about me. You're my true dad!" Antita launched herself at Draco, shouting with all her force.
Draco looked at the lump of cuteness hugging him with red eyes and sighed once again.
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