Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

The thought of her feud with Celeste Grant and everything she’d been through was a constant reminder of this unexpected humiliation. She had to wash the disgrace away.

"A pathetic insect from the Lower Realm dares to oppose me."

"Celeste Grant, this time, I’ll burn you to ashes in my flames! HAHAHAHA." The thought brought her a surge of joy and satisfaction, as if she could already see Celeste Grant kneeling miserably at her feet.

Hearing this, Eve Warren’s spirits instantly lifted.

’It doesn’t matter what Jocelyn’s identity is now. Our goal is the same, and that’s enough. My daughter’s cultivation is powerful now. The flames that appeared on her body will definitely burn that bitch to death.’

Thinking of this, she spoke up. "Jocelyn, what do you need me to do?" Eve Warren hadn’t forgotten how she had died in the Lower Realm, slain by Celeste Grant and her man.

Jocelyn Grant reined in her emotions and glanced at her. The glance carried an intangible pressure that made Eve Warren’s heart tremble. She subconsciously realized the person before her was no longer her daughter.

She took a step back.

She gave a dry laugh.

"Forgive me, Princess. It’s just... I still can’t quite let go of my daughter. Your Highness is of noble status; someone of my standing is naturally unworthy of being your mother. From now on, allow me to be your servant, Princess, and work for you!" She said the words, but felt a knot of resentment in her gut. ’This is my daughter’s body. Just because she’s a different person now, does she have to be so cruel? My other children would never treat me this way.’

’Didn’t I nearly get myself killed trying to avenge her?’

Seeing her compliant attitude, Jocelyn Grant was reasonably satisfied and couldn’t help but nod slightly. She then said, "You can no longer present yourself as my mother. Otherwise, if my parents in Empyria find out, even I won’t be able to protect you." ’Mostly,’ she thought, ’it would be too embarrassing if word got out.’

However, Jocelyn Grant’s words served as a reminder to Eve Warren. How could the daughter of a Divine Monarch from Empyria casually acknowledge someone from the Lower Realm as her mother? Of course she couldn’t. At that moment, she finally understood Jocelyn’s unspoken concern; she was doing all this for her.

Eve Warren was deeply moved. She believed her daughter was refusing to acknowledge her for her own safety. Thinking of this, her face filled with emotion. "I understand, Jocelyn. Don’t worry, I will never call myself your mother again."

"No, I mean, Princess."

Jocelyn Grant frowned slightly.

"As long as you understand."

"Now, there is something I need you to do."

Eve Warren asked, "What is it?"

Jocelyn Grant walked over to her and whispered a few words. Afterward, Eve Warren nodded slightly and left the room.

After Eve Warren left, Jocelyn Grant walked to the window. She gazed outside and murmured, "Celeste Grant, did you think I wouldn’t be able to find you just because you hid your aura?"

She held out her hand.

Flames ignited in her palm, illuminating her sinister face.

"This time, I’ll enjoy playing with you. The game of cat and mouse has only just begun. Hehehe."

...

「Meanwhile.」

「In Ashkaron Palace.」

Javier Sinclair was setting off fireworks for Celeste Grant. With a light raise of his hand, countless fireworks exploded in the sky.

"So pretty, so pretty!"

"Do another one! I want a kitten."

"Alright, you got it."

Of course, Javier Sinclair had to grant his wife’s request.

He waved his hand lightly again, and several more fireworks burst in the sky, created with Magic. This time, they formed the image of one adorable kitten after another.

Suddenly, Javier Sinclair’s hand paused.

He drew back his hand, his sharp gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

Noticing his strange expression, Celeste Grant, who was standing beside him, nudged his arm. "What are you looking at?"

When he didn’t answer, Celeste Grant waved a hand in front of his eyes and couldn’t help but ask, "Hey, Archfiend, have you gone stupid?" As she spoke, she followed Javier Sinclair’s gaze to the distant horizon, but there was nothing there but clouds.

She didn’t sense anything either, which left her looking puzzled.

Celeste Grant asked, "What’s over there?"

"It’s nothing much." Javier Sinclair looked away, wrapping an arm around Celeste Grant’s waist and whispering, "I just sensed a familiar aura I haven’t felt in a long time."

"A familiar aura? What was it?"

Hearing this, Javier Sinclair said, "I just sensed the aura of a Golden Crow." ’Yes, I definitely sensed it,’ he thought. ’It’s just that the bloodline is rather weak.’

Hearing "Golden Crow," Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up. "Where? Can you catch it?"

The mention of the Golden Crow made Celeste Grant think of the legendary Three-legged Golden Crow. To be honest, she had seen crows before, but she had never seen what a so-called Three-legged Golden Crow actually looked like.

She had only ever seen them on TV and had heard the legend of Orion shooting the suns. So, she was quite curious now about what really distinguished a Golden Crow from a regular crow.

Javier Sinclair was unconcerned by her question. He shook his head slightly. "I could catch it, but this one’s Golden Crow Bloodline is diluted. There’s no point. If you like them, I can catch you a real Three-legged Golden Crow to keep as a pet." Then he added, "Frankly, Golden Crows aren’t even good-looking. They’re hideous."

As he spoke, Javier Sinclair looked up at the sky. He remembered there were still three pure-blooded Three-legged Golden Crows in Empyria. The rest were all impure descendants of those three. ’What a pity,’ he thought. ’Each generation is worse than the last. They’re a far cry from their ancestors.’

Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow slightly. "Hideous?"

Javier Sinclair said, "Have you ever seen a Morvane?" He had always lumped Golden Crows and Morvanes into the same category.

Celeste Grant thought about Morvanes.

"They really aren’t very good-looking."

"But a Golden Crow should still be a little different from a regular crow. Wait, that’s not the point. You just said you’d catch me a pure-blooded Golden Crow to keep? HAHAHA! Archfiend, even if you dared to catch one, I wouldn’t dare to keep it. That would make me the target of a hunt by all of Empyria. No way."

She knew a little about the myths and legends, so she was merely curious to see what a Golden Crow looked like. She had no intention of actually keeping one.

Javier Sinclair said, "Actually, during the Ancient Times, the Golden Crow Clan was quite numerous."

Hearing this, she grew curious. "Then, how did their numbers dwindle? Did they perish?"

He answered frankly with a serious expression, "That was the Primordial World. All sorts of ancient Banebeasts ran rampant. The Golden Crow Clan was eaten to extinction." He sounded a little guilty as he said this.

Celeste Grant’s gaze shifted to him.

"You’ve eaten one."

Javier Sinclair gave a light cough. "A few. They tasted alright."

Celeste Grant: "..."

’Three-legged Golden Crows.’

’You ate them.’

’Archfiend, what else don’t I know about you?’

Celeste Grant shivered.

It wasn’t out of fear, but disbelief. The father of her child truly lived up to his title as a Demon.

Javier Sinclair glanced at her.

"My lady, do you find me frightening? Cruel?"

Sensing his nervousness, she looked down at the daughter in her arms and then smiled. "No. You said it yourself, that was the Ancient Times. Back then, in the Primordial World, you wouldn’t have survived to this day if you weren’t a little ruthless."

Javier Sinclair hugged her.

’His wife truly understood him.’

"Celeste, you’re the best."