Leonel was truly speechless about what he was sensing. The more he grasped, the more shocked he became.

He and his wife had always been two of the greatest talents they had ever seen. Even when they came to the God Realm, not much of anything had changed. They were simply on a level all to their own.

But now, in front of their own children, it felt like those thoughts were more of a joke than anything else.

Still, all Leonel was happy about was the fact his children wouldn't have to be weighed down by the Dream Asura blood that once ran through his veins.

The Demoness had taken it from him and killed him in the process before being the reason his mother was no longer here, but in the end, at least in this instant, she had done him a favor.

His babies would never have to watch such a guillotine loom over their heads ever, and he couldn't be happier about it. Even as he was being shocked by his babies, he was still grinning ear to ear.

He had no idea how his children would make use of so many Weapon Force Innate Nodes, but they would figure it out. He had that sort of belief in them. They were his babies, after all.

The anticipation in Leonel's heart grew as the light began to fade. The pressure in the surroundings calmed, and though he was sure that his babies probably had other shocking talents that he hadn't looked into yet, he couldn't be bothered to give them any attention right now.

Ilis babies could have been the worst talents in the world, and he wouldn't have cared. All he wanted now was to see their little faces.

Aina was a cheater. She definitely had seen them already. She had been observing their growth all the while, and she had even hid that she was holding twins from him. He would definitely have to teach her a lesson later for that.

But right now, it was his turn to see them.

And then he finally could.

The last of the light faded, and the tears began to fall from his eyes uncontrollably. He tried to do his best to keep them at bay, but he realized quite early on that it was all useless.

The little bundles of joy were covered in bloody waters, but he could still see their features well. They looked like babies that were already a month into their lives, with large golden eyes that stared up at him curiously, and little strands of wispy violet hair

that seemed half corporeal and half formed of dancing force.

They both had little button noses and little plump pink lips that quivered with curiosity.

His son reached toward him with his chubby little arms. Leonel couldn't help but reach forward, only for the little guy to forcefully grab his bottom lip and tug with all his might.

Leonel laughed through his tears as his daughter kicked at his son as though to try to get him to stop.

The two tussled in his arms, their liveliness making Leonel's heart feel full.

With a step, Leonel entered the bloody wooden tub with Aina, lowering the babies until they were between them.

The two cuddled together in silence, ignoring the commotion of the world as they looked at the lives they created together. There had simply never been a happier moment in their lives.

"Did you decide on their names?" Leonel asked softly.

Aina smiled, her golden eyes sparkling with a beautiful light that could only come from motherhood.

"Leo and Leah."

Leonel found his heart skipping a beat for some reason. He didn't know why, but the moment he heard their names, he felt even closer to his children.

The couple sat there, both bloodied for completely different reasons, and yet seemingly not caring at all.

Their babies splashed around in the water, spending half their time fighting for supremacy and another half trying to gain affection from their parents.

It was a scene that should have been eerie, the kind that should only appear in a bloody, murderous battlefield. The splashes of blood that flew around anywhere were enough to make almost anyone else feel sick to their stomachs.

And yet, this family of four felt at peace, as though this was their natural state, as though there wasn't anything else to consider but this moment right here.

Leonel couldn't believe it had taken him so long to agree to have children. This sort of happiness wasn't something that he could describe in a few words, and even if he had a lifetime, he couldn't do it.

At the same time, he felt a welling up of strength in his body that completely overshadowed anything he had ever experienced before. He felt that even if he was asked to sever the Northern Star in two, he could do it.

There might never be a moment that would be better than this one for him.

His son and daughter were alive, they were healthy, they were vibrant and lively. They were two bundles of soaring happiness that knew nothing of the world and wouldn't have to for as long as he could allow them that freedom.

No... he would allow them that freedom.

Maybe there would come a day when he would train them hard, where he would push them to extremes so that they could become the best versions of themselves, where he would teach them the value of Respect and Persistence.

But today wasn't that day, nor would it be tomorrow.

This coming battle, he would clear the challenge for them. This enemy would be his own to slay. He didn't care how talented his son and daughter were... this wasn't their

burden to uphold.

It would be his as their support, their anchor...

Their father.

Looking at his children, Leonel's grin faded into a soft, genuine smile that came from the bottom of his heart.