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    At that, Jett’s tense expression softened, warmed by my support. I offered him a reassuring smile. “Go ahead, Jett. Do what you need to. I believe in you.”


    “Understood,” he replied with a solemn nod before swiftly departing. In the days that followed, Jett poured his energy into training the hybrid children.


    Initially, the children were wary and suspicious of our intentions. But Jett’s patient guidance gradually won them over, and they began to engage eagerly, blending seamlessly into our group.


    Among them, a few showed exceptional promise, hinting at their potential to be future leaders with proper nurturing.


    One day, I visited the children’s quarters and found Jett patiently instructing them.


    Spotting me, he approached, and we stood together, observing the children’s diligent practice. Curious, I asked, “How are they adjusting? They’re not giving you any trouble, are they?”


    Jett’s face broke into a warm smile. “They’re wonderful kids. As hybrids, they’ve always felt like outsiders, but if we give them a sense of belonging, they’ll repay us with unwavering loyalty.”


    I tilted my head, studying Jett’s stern yet kind demeanor, and grinned. “Just like you once did?” He paused, then turned to meet my gaze with a deep, reflective look. “Exactly like I did.”


    I let the moment linger without pressing further, standing quietly beside him as we savored a rare moment of calm.


    The sunlight bathed us in gentle warmth, and a light, invigorating breeze swept through.


    The atmosphere was calm, granting us a rare moment to unwind.


    Yet, this peace was fleeting.


    Abruptly, the sound of frantic steps shattered the quiet.


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    I spun around to find Amon staggering toward us, breathless. “Urgent news!” he gasped, struggling to catch his breath. “My subordinate just reported that Alice and the others are in danger!”


    Leonardo’s POV:


    Marehelm remained unconquered, and that made my blood boil and left me with sleepless nights.


    I kept pressuring my three rebellious sons, but all to no avail.


    Unable to keep the anger within me controlled, I hurled the wine ss in my hand at the floor. It shattered into countless pieces, and the wine stained the carpet a deep crimson.


    The guards cautiously exited the room, careful not to make any sound that might annoy me.


    I sank back into my throne, my fingers gripping the armrest tightly.


    The stalemate in Marehelm was driving me mad.


    Then I heard footsteps approaching, followed by the voice of a guard saying, “Someone is here to see you, Your Majesty.”


    I frowned and asked, “Who is it?”


    “It’s Antoni Harrison,” the guard replied.


    Antoni?


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