After feeding the two brothers, Marika handed them over to Godfrey.
By now, the maternal warmth in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a chilling indifference.
"My King, take them away. Hand them over to those people."
Godfrey remained silent for a moment after seeing Marika's posture. He took the infants and, without looking back, strode toward the exit.
Watching this, Mohg couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The parental affection he had only just begun to enjoy was already slipping away.
However, he didn't dwell on it for long. Having just eaten his fill, his body needed to process the energy, and the power surging through his bloodline was already pulling his consciousness into sleep.
Beside him, Morgott had already drifted off shortly after feeding. His consciousness wasn't as developed as Mohg's and was still in its formative stages.
Just as Mohg's awareness was about to fade into slumber, he suddenly heard a very gentle male voice. The speaker's tone seemed anxious, yet it carried an immense sense of familiarity—a feeling so close it was as if the person were his most cherished kin.
"Father! Where are you taking my brothers?"
Father? Brothers? Could it be...
Just as that specific name was about to surface in Mohg's mind, a wave of intense drowsiness dragged his consciousness into total darkness.
"Godwyn, my son, you know the fate of these two."
Godfrey looked at the man before him. He was a figure who had inherited both his mother's beauty—with hair like spun gold—and his father's powerful, sun-like physique. A rare look of pride and solace appeared in Godfrey's eyes.
Hearing his father's words, the most legitimate heir to the Golden Dynasty—Prince Godwyn the Golden—showed a flash of unbearable pity in his eyes.
"Father, is there truly no other choice? Even if we were to simply exile them outside the city walls?"
Godfrey didn't speak; he only shook his head slowly.
"Then give them to me. Until they are grown... I shall be the one to raise them!"
Godwyn reached out both hands toward Godfrey, his gaze fixed on his father with unwavering determination.
Godfrey looked at him with a hint of surprise. After a long silence, he nodded and placed the infant brothers, Morgott and Mohg, into Godwyn's arms.
As Godwyn took them, his gaze was filled with softness.
Godfrey didn't react much to Godwyn's decision. Even if the Prince hadn't come to claim them, Godfrey would have arranged for a royal attendant to raise the children until they reached a certain age.
As for what "grown" meant... it naturally meant the point where they possessed their own self-awareness. For these two, who possessed both the blessing of the Primordial Crucible and the bloodline of the Golden Lineage, that process would likely be faster than anyone could imagine.
Even so, for an Omen, this treatment was already enviable to the point of sparking jealousy. Omens born to commoners usually had their horns sawed off immediately and were thrown into the wilderness to fend for themselves. Those born to royalty or nobility were cast directly into the sewers.
Their upbringing was more brutal than that of wild beasts. Their only hope of survival came from the blessing of the Primordial Crucible, yet that very blessing was the source of all their suffering.
When Mohg finally opened his eyes again, the figure before him had changed to a handsome man with golden hair and golden eyes. The fatherly, gentle gaze immediately revealed his identity to Mohg.
He knew that for the foreseeable future, he would be living under this man's care.
Three months passed in a flash.
By now, the bodies of Mohg and Morgott had grown to the height of a three-year-old child from his previous world. They stood nearly a meter tall, and hard, protruding horns had already begun to grow across their bodies.
Mohg sat in the courtyard, staring up at the brilliant, towering Erdtree in the sky. Morgott sat right beside him.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
"The Erdtree. No matter how many times I see it, it's always so dazzling and magnificent," Mohg replied, withdrawing his gaze.
"Yes. It is the glory of our Golden Lineage."
At only three months old, Morgott already had the pride of the Golden Order shining in his eyes. This struck Mohg as somewhat surreal, but he had to admit that with their "double-buff" status, their growth speed was beyond comprehension. In just three months, they had absorbed a massive amount of knowledge.
However, while Morgott looked at the Erdtree with eyes full of longing, a shadow of gloom flashed through Mohg's gaze.
He didn't believe for a second that he and his "cheap" older brother could live peacefully under Godwyn's protection forever. Although he didn't know who would eventually drag them away from this sanctuary, he could easily imagine one thing:
His "cheap" father and mother definitely tacitly approved of whatever was coming.
BANG!
A loud crash echoed as the courtyard gates were violently kicked open. A second later, a group of Leyndell soldiers, led by a Leyndell Knight, marched inside.
Behind the knight stood a blonde man dressed in extravagant robes adorned with the crest of the Golden Lineage.
He looked down at the two of them with an incredibly arrogant, condescending gaze, his eyes filled with unmasked disgust.
"Tch... two omens of ill-fortune. The shame of the Royal Family..."
Though Mohg had expected this scene, a pang of fear still gripped his heart.
Beside him, Morgott looked confused and lost, completely overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion.
"Go! Seize them!"
Clang—!
The sound of clashing armor rang out as the Leyndell soldiers rushed forward, pinning the two brothers down.
Morgott's face flushed with anger, and he opened his mouth as if to speak, but he was quickly gagged.
The noble leading the group soon walked up to Morgott's side.
"My name is Galon Garland, a high-born noble of the Golden Lineage. You are but lowly Omen-born; you had best not utter a single word that might further stain the reputation of the Royal Family."
Galon stared coldly at Morgott and issued the warning.
Mohg, being a pragmatist, chose to keep his mouth shut.
The implications of Galon's words made Morgott tremble. A look of doubt gradually surfaced in his eyes—not doubt regarding the noble's words, but doubt regarding his own identity.
"Galon!"
Suddenly, a voice that the two brothers knew all too well thundered through the courtyard.
A moment later, Godwyn's silhouette appeared before the crowd.
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