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I looked down at the baby in my arms. Karna blinked up at me—then smiled, a small, bright giggle escaping him.
I swear, I almost melted right there. Damn it… Karna's too cute.
"Karna," I said softly, testing the name on my tongue.
He giggled again, even louder this time, little hands waving like he understood. It actually felt like he liked it.
I couldn't help but grin. (Karna… the son of the Sun God, one of the bravest and greatest warriors to ever walk the earth in my old world—and now my son, also the child of the sun. Fitting name, isn't it?)
The thought made me smile wider, warmth blooming in my chest.
Karlos grinned, hands behind his back. Karlos: "It seems the young lord likes his name, Lord Velsun."
Zalario gave a rare, small smile. "Congratulations, Velsun."
Even Reinhart stepped forward, resting a hand on his chest. "It seems Solara has gained its heir. Congratulations, my lord."
I was about to respond when a blur of excitement rushed in—Veldora.
Before I could react, he snatched baby Karna right out of my hands. Veldora: "HAHAHA! My dear nephew! Now you'll see how cool your uncle is—AHHAHAHA!"
He spun the baby around with way too much enthusiasm.
Karna, somehow, loved it—giggling wildly, golden eyes sparkling.
Ramiris: "AHHH! You idiot, what are you doing?!"
She darted forward, snatched Karna back, and without hesitation—WHAM!—landed a clean punch right on Veldora's face, sending the mighty Storm Dragon crashing across the palace floor.
Veldora sat up a moment later, dazed, a red mark blooming on his cheek. Veldora: "…Worth it."
Everyone froze for half a second.
"Ramiris, you don't have to be so harsh on Veldora, you know," I said, raising my hands a little, trying to calm her down.
She turned to me, still holding Karna close, eyes blazing. Ramiris: "Shut up."
I blinked. "…uh huh."
There really wasn't anything more to say.
Veldora was still sitting on the floor, cross-legged and sulking, rubbing his cheek. Karlos was quietly chuckling behind me, and even Zalario's mouth twitched, just a little, like he was holding back a laugh.
The whole room had that awkward, don't-say-anything-or-you'll-die kind of silence.
I watched them—Karna cradled in Ramiris' arms, Veldora and Karlos making a chaotic show of entertaining him, Reinhart smiling like an unashamed fool, and even Zalario allowing the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth. The room felt full and warm in a way the palace rarely was.
A thought cut through me, sudden and cold: how will Veldanava react? Karna had arrived without the catastrophic side effects we'd feared—no divine fallout, no shattering of laws as when Milim was born. Still, if the Creator God decided to test or harm my son for whatever reason, I would do everything in my power to stop him. Even if it meant facing Veldanava's entire arsenal. The idea tightened my jaw.
Far away, in a quieter wing of the world, Veldanava stood with his gaze fixed on the Nasca Kingdom—on Princess Lucia Nasca herself, serene and unaware. He had been lost in that calm contemplation when something new rippled through the fabric of being.
A soft, formal tone echoed in his mind like a ledger being stamped: the Voice of the World registered a new race—Dragonspritus.
Veldanava blinked, drawn out of his thoughts. "What?" he said aloud, curiosity sharpening the single syllable.
Veldanava's eyes widened slightly. "What? Dragonspritus?"
He closed his eyes, and the world itself responded. Through the Voice of the World, his omniscience stretched outward—across realms, through barriers of magicules and light—until it reached its source.
In an instant, he saw it all. Velsun. Ramiris. The newborn child in her arms.
A soft hum escaped him, somewhere between awe and confusion. "Velsun has a son? And… with Ramiris?"
His gaze drifted upward as if searching the sky for answers that weren't there. "But how is that even possible? Both of them are spiritual and energy-based beings… conception shouldn't occur under normal universal law."
He paused, thoughtful, then chuckled softly to himself. The sound carried warmth rather than disbelief. "Heh. Whatever the reason, I'm happy for him. My little brother… a father now."
A genuine smile spread across his face, a rare thing that softened even the divine calm in his eyes. "And that means…" he said, his tone lifting with excitement, "I have a nephew. A little one born of sun and spirit. How adorable will he be? Ahh, I can't wait to meet him!" **
His laughter echoed lightly through the chamber, a mixture of pride and affection—something even the angels nearby couldn't help but smile at.
Then his eyes glowed faintly gold again, more serious now, divine light rippling through the heavens. "Still… a Dragonspritus, huh? A completely new race born outside the framework of existence. That shouldn't be possible… unless…"
He trailed off, a quiet thought flickering through his mind. Unless the world itself wished for his birth.
Feldway!" Veldanava's voice rang through the hall, calm yet commanding.
The air shimmered, and a moment later Feldway appeared behind him, bowing respectfully.Feldway: "Yes, my lord?"
Veldanava turned, his usual serene smile touched with something rare—anticipation.Veldanava: "We're going to visit Solara. Inform Velzard and Velgrynd that I want them here in my palace immediately."
Feldway's eyes flickered in mild surprise—few things ever stirred his creator enough to call both his sisters at once—but he didn't question it.Feldway: "As you wish, my lord."
With a bow, he vanished in a ripple of golden light.
Veldanava turned his gaze skyward once more, hands clasped behind his back. The clouds parted instinctively, sunlight spilling through the divine realm.
"A nephew, huh…? The child of the Sun Dragon and the Spirit Queen. A miracle even by my standards."
A small chuckle escaped him."This era truly never ceases to surprise me."
Moments later, the air behind him rippled again—two distinct auras approaching fast.The first, calm and icy yet graceful.The second, fierce and radiant, burning with life.
Velzard and Velgrynd arrived, their presence shaking the divine palace ever so slightly.
"Elder brother, you called?""Did something happen, elder brother? It better be; I had to leave rudra for this."
"Yeah, I too had to leave in a hurry from my ice continent, leaving the guy alone. Ahem, I mean, there were some important matters."
Veldanava Chuckled, the starry glow in his eyes steady and bright."Yes. Something wonderful."
He turned to face them fully, his tone warm."Our little brother, Velsun… He's had a child."
Both sisters froze, their expressions perfectly mirroring shock and disbelief.
The hall shuddered with the echo of two voices.
"Nani?!" Velzard and Velgrynd shouted at once.
Veldanava sat on the marble dais, his expression calm, with the faint curve of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Elder brother," Velzard said first, her tone sharp with disbelief. "You're telling us our little brother Velsun is a father? He actually has a son?"
Velgrynd stepped forward, eyes wide, gold hair glinting in the light of the divine crystals. "You're not joking, are you? He's really a father now?"
Veldanava's laughter broke the tension, low and warm, rolling across the chamber like sunlight through clouds. "Yes. I'm not joking. Velsun and Ramiris have a child—a boy. The Voice of the World itself confirmed his birth."
The sisters looked at each other. For a long second neither spoke.
Velzard's composure cracked first. "But that shouldn't be possible," she murmured. "They're both beings of pure essence. They can't…" She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
Velgrynd only smiled, a grin spreading slow and bright. "Who cares how it happened? That means we're aunts now."
Veldanava's eyes softened. "Exactly. And we'll be visiting Solara soon. I want to meet my nephew."
Velgrynd turned to him at once. "Then I'm coming too. I have to see what a child of the Sun Dragon looks like."
Velzard sighed, though there was warmth in her gaze. "You'll probably spoil him before I even get the chance to hold him."
Veldanava rose, the light around him shifting with each step. "Then it's settled. Prepare yourselves. We leave for Solara."
A breath later, divine energy gathered like a storm breaking loose. The three dragons—gods of creation, flame, and frost—disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the silent chamber behind.
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