Chapter 116: Your Highness, of course I

The next morning at dawn.

A slight itch came from the tip of the nose.

With a warm ray of sunshine passing through the multicolored magical glass, it shone into the room, forming strands of dazzling, radiant colors.

A gentle breeze lifted a wisp of hazy veil, revealing on the black silk‑covered bed a delicate, fair, enticing figure.

On the fair body lay faint streaks of light red.

The long, straight, graceful legs lightly brushed the black sheets, emitting a soft white sheen.

The small, perky peach rippled gently as the legs moved.

A pair of watery amber eyes, sweetly gazing at the still‑sleeping Fulade.

Regarding this fellow who transformed herself from a girl into a woman, for some reason Ailisi liked her more and more as she watched.

A sharply defined face, a handsome chin, a high nose bridge, and slightly wavy short hair added a touch of ease and elegance.

Jet‑black dense eyebrows and eyes as deep as stars gave the man a hint of ruggedness and authority.

Ailisi wore a sweet smile, her large eyes tinged with spring, staring foolishly at Fulade, silently letting her imagination wander.

"Ah, you're awake."

It wasn't until the thought of those star‑deep eyes flashed in her mind that she shivered, like a startled fawn, pulling up the blanket and closing her eyes tightly.

"Did I disturb you, Ailisi?" Fulade teased, a hint of playful amusement in his smile.

She was such a fine little girl—slim, delicate, obedient and charming; though the baby was a bit frail, her flexibility and pliability were strong.

On top of that, she had a pair of strong, long beautiful legs.

Which led to an overly wild night, teaching several extremely difficult yoga poses.

So Ailisi, now that she sees Fulade, feels immediate shame and dares not face him.

"Alright, Ailisi, it's time to get up." Seeing Ailisi so adorable, Fulade couldn't help but gently coax her with a touch of indulgence.

Feeling a gentle caress from above, Ailisi opened her startled, fawn‑like eyes, her gaze revealing a hint of sweetness and joy.

At Panduo Mountain, Fulade spent three unforgettable days here.

Obedient and charming, the pliable Ailisi, wavering between refusal and acceptance, like the queen‑like haughty Ma'erjin.

She stared at the extra silver coin in her hand.

Fulade rolled his eyes, really treating me like that, but in the end he kept it.

Consider it a final veil left for Ma'erjin; by the way, it was quite thrilling.

Wait, that seems reversed! He twisted his brow in pain, then glanced at Ma'erjin, dressed in little leather boots and a tight leather outfit.

He looked down at the Leather Whip in his hand; fortunately, the Leather Whip was still there.

Fulade let out a light sigh; luckily it remained in his hand, otherwise it would have been a total loss.

As the Floating Ship powered up, Fulade waved goodbye to the reluctant Ailisi.

As for Ma'erjin, by now she probably has a heart set on biting him.

"Weiluona, the task of establishing a Transmission Array between Panduo Mountain and Sky Island is yours to arrange," Fulade said, turning back.

Weiluona first wore a solemn expression and nodded, then gazed at Fulade with a rather plaintive look.

"Alright, alright, wait until night, you'll have a good time," Fulade raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin on his face.

Seeing Weiluona's face light up with delight, Fulade indulgently pinched the tip of her nose.

Such intimate gestures, since the war with the Holy Court began and affairs have been busy, haven't occurred for a long time.

It made Weiluona pause, and her eyes unintentionally grew a few drops moist.

Noticing this, Fulade felt a bit guilty; his gaze toward Weiluona became noticeably gentler.

The return journey was swift; after finishing an invigorating yoga session, the Floating Ship arrived at Sky Island.

At this moment, Sky Island was undergoing massive civil construction, with towering buildings sprouting up.

Of course, more building projects are already scheduled for the next hundred years.

He spread his arms, patted the upright hips of the two women in his arms, and then Fulade slowly rose.

Turning back to the still‑lying Weiluona and Ravenna, their gazes were vacant, limp and powerless.

A barely perceptible curve lifted at Fulade's mouth corner.

Ravenna was tricked in by Weiluona.

As for why, naturally it was to admire how the usually aloof, queen‑like Ravenna, whose eyes are above the heavens, would transform in her Master's hands.

At the same time, it was to find someone to share the artillery fire.

Weiluona had no idea that the seemingly dominant, queen‑like Ravenna would turn out to be all show and no use! In the end, she herself bore the bulk of the firepower.

One shouldn't think how strong a thin‑skinned Witch could be physically.

You thought it was Ma'erjin, massive as a dragon head, free to play as you wish.

As the Floating Ship slowly sailed into Sky Island's harbor.

A massive, entirely white structure came into view.

It was a temple situated at the island's center.

Calling it a temple would be an understatement; it was more like a castle‑style Magic Tower.

It comprised three colossal Magic Towers, each over a hundred zhang tall and of varying heights, forming a castle‑like complex.

The central tallest tower stood about three hundred zhang.

From below, only half of the tower's body was faintly visible; the rest was hidden within dense clouds, appearing and disappearing.

At this moment, hundreds of Magicians skilled in civil construction and array engraving were attached inside and outside the Magic Tower, meticulously carving it piece by piece.

Even after two years of construction, the complex had only just completed its most basic prototype.

What remained, most important and most intricate, was to equip the building with a myriad of functions.

If it can provide the Magic Tower with an elemental energy pool that supplies ample power.

Expand the Magic Tower's usable floor‑area ratio through spatial extension technology.

The Magic Laboratory, alchemy, pharmaceutics, and various other functional zones.

Various defensive, offensive, and supportive arrays.

With current magical technology, completing these would take nearly fifty units of time.

The reason it was ultimately built as a Magic Tower rather than a temple is the result of Fulade's careful deliberation.

Guided by pragmatism and to promote rapid development of the extraordinary realm.

The construction of the Magic Tower can better attract a large number of Wizards and create a favorable environment for magical exchange.

After years of observation, to enter rapid development one must break the entrenched gate mentality.

Especially for the Blood Race, this emerging group formed because of Fulade.

Before a fixed cultivation system was established, after some contemplation Fulade found that for the Blood Race to escape ignorant development and cultivation, it is best to align as closely as possible with the Magician community.

Relying solely on bloodline talent, the Blood Race may indeed have a strong initial development momentum within the whole group.

But it is extremely easy to be restrained by others.

Especially for Wizards and Magicians who are adept at thinking and pursuing truth.

Whether in later career development or future prospects, the value that Magicians can create is clearly far beyond the Blood Race's free‑wheeling development style.

And the Magician's philosophical ideals can better uncover more potential within the Blood Race itself.

You see, from the very beginning Fulade already intended to develop toward the Magicians.

Only—this fellow clearly prefers the thrill of direct, punch‑to‑flesh combat.

Fulade believes that as long as the Blood Race is combined with Magicians, even after a thousand or ten thousand years the Blood Race will still stand atop the summit of all races and will not fall casually.

And the likelihood of possessing magical talent is generally higher among the Blood Race than among humans.

By then, even if the Dark World is later dominated by spell‑casting professions, the Blood Race will remain an inseparable, still dominant part of it.

This is Fulade's true intention! A flash of radiance swirls, and Fulade, standing on the Transmission Array, instantly arrives at the top floor of the Magic Tower.

As the King of Darkness, he naturally enjoys certain privileges.

All facilities here have long been prioritized to serve Fulade.

Whether independent energy pools or various facilities and Magic Arrays, they have all been completed.

"Dad, Dad is back."

Just after stepping out of the Transmission Array, an immature voice suddenly rang out.

The moment he heard that voice, a fatherly smile involuntarily appeared on Fulade's face.

"Ah, Elsa, have you missed dad?"

"I miss him, I really do miss him."

A figure less than a meter tall and extremely small happily broke free from Sibyl's embrace and staggered toward Fulade.

She had platinum‑colored hair, long and swept to the back, wearing a blue little princess dress that highlighted her fair, cute face.

A pair of blue, childlike, joyful eyes gazed at Fulade, irresistibly cute.

Rubbing her small, fair nose back and forth against Fulade for a moment, Elsa suddenly squinted and asked in confusion:

"Dad, why do you smell like Aunt Weiluona and Aunt Ravenna?"

"Uh, because… haha, you're still too young; adult matters you don't understand."

Seeing little Elsa scrunching her nose while sniffing, and Sibyl trying hard not to laugh, Fulade said somewhat awkwardly:

"Hm, I'm not little; I'm already three years old."

Elsa said in a babyish voice.

She stretched out her little hand and crossed her arms.

Again crossed her arms.

Pursed her lips.

Tilted her head.

She tried hard to maintain a sulky expression, incredibly cute.

This is Freya's daughter.

She has now also become Fulade's daughter.

When little Elsa first learned to speak, she opened her small hand to Fulade, calling "dad".

From that moment, Fulade, who had thought of little Elsa as a mere side character, was conquered by that sticky, baby‑like voice.

Since then, a new title has been added atop Fulade's head.

Looking at little Elsa, it's also strange.

In the past two years, Fulade has not shied away from cultivating women like Malina, yet there has been no sign of progress.

This made Fulade can't help but start to overthink.

He recalled that Fulade once had a child with Malina.

Right, at that time I don't think I had become a vampire yet! Could it be that vampires can't have children? Or perhaps there's a racial genetic barrier? Either way, it seems a check is necessary.

He playfully spent a while playing with little Elsa; after she grew tired, Fulade headed down to the next level of the Magic Laboratory.

The main tower has a total of four hundred fifty floors.

From the topmost 447th floor up to the 450th floor, all belong to Fulade's private domain.

Because of the spatial extension technology, a space that should have been very low became infinitely vast.

Even when Fulade transforms into a Demon form, he still appears sufficiently tall and ample.

This is the charm that belongs to magic.

Whether in the field of equipment manufacturing, academic research, or sheer magical strength—all these various matters.

All let Fulade see powerful potential with great promise.

This was also why Fulade needed to guide the Blood Race through a transformation—after all, not every member of the Blood Race possessed Fulade's talent and opportunities.

Standing still and refusing to progress would eventually lead to being eliminated by those who came after.

And the emergence of spellcasters provided a clear direction for the Blood Race's development, as well as an opportunity to make up for their own shortcomings.

(PS: As long as the Blood Race was powerful enough, no matter how the Dark Parliament developed in the future, Fulade would always hold absolute authority.) At this moment, Fulade lay on a magic experiment table, undergoing a physical examination.

"Prince, your body is incredibly powerful—whether at the cellular level or the molecular level, it is nearly flawless," Angelique said with a face full of marvel.

A complex Magic Instrument was scanning Fulade's physical condition.

It was transmitting the data in real time to a screen made of magic crystals, conducting various analyses.

Looking at Angelique, who was dressed in a white magic robe specially designed for experiments.

Fulade, secured to the magic experiment table, could not help asking in confusion, "Then why has it been impossible to conceive offspring all this time?"

"Judging from Prince's physical condition, there is absolutely no possibility of genetic isolation."

"Rather, it is because the body is too powerful that the probability of conceiving a child has been reduced."

Angelique thought for a moment, then gave this answer.

Meeting Fulade's puzzled gaze, Angelique explained, "The more powerful a creature, the difficulty of conceiving offspring increases exponentially."

"The development of all things must obey the iron law of the Astral Realm's conservation of energy."

"As the saying goes, for every gain there is a loss."

"The smaller a creature's body, the easier it is for them to produce offspring—for example, ants and cockroaches."

"The more powerful a creature, the more it is affected by the law of conservation of energy—for example, dragons."

Angelique patiently explained the reasons to Fulade.

"Then how can this problem be solved, or rather, how can the probability of conceiving offspring be increased?" Fulade asked.

"Well, Prince, I need to take some samples to study before I can give you an answer," Angelique said, her gaze suddenly shifting, her face full of excitement.

"Hey, you~ why are you so excited?" Fulade said with a frown.

Faced with Fulade's questioning, Angelique unexpectedly acted out of character, ignoring Fulade's words, and instead tied up her long golden hair.

With a beaming smile, she said, "Prince, to extract samples from you, of course."

Angelique licked her small bright-red tongue, swayed her sexy waist, extended her finger, and slowly reached toward. (End of this chapter)