Uranos looked at the baby in front of him, smiling back at him with an indescribably complex emotion brewing in his heart.
Without any tests, Uranos was certain that the baby with horns on his forehead was indeed his child.
One could say, this was a worse scenario than him being unable to produce a child with exceptional talent; his child was tainted by hell.
The half-dragon elf Isabella looked anxiously at the young man and the child she held in her hands, hesitant to speak.
She was worried for Uranos, but also concerned about the fate of the child. Being tainted by hell’s aura and becoming a Tifflin was undoubtedly a terrible thing, but becoming a Tifflin did not mean anything specific.
Although the appearance and powers of a Tifflin are associated with hellish demons, it cannot be said they are evil. What they eventually become depends on their own choices, and nurturing after birth is crucial.
Uranos slowly inquired. She was the mother of the child in his hands.
"She has been crying continuously. I had someone feed her a calming potion, and she has now fallen asleep."
"What do you intend to do with this child?"
Isabella couldn’t help but ask.
"Send him away; he cannot stay here. The Augustus family cannot have a Tifflin."
Uranos closed his eyes, remaining silent for a long time before opening them again, with a look of indifference in his eyes,
"My father is about to ascend to the throne, and I won’t allow anyone or anything to become a burden or obstacle to my father."
Although the news had gotten out, it wouldn’t greatly affect the current situation, but it was unsavory. It would become a stain on the family and himself, a subject of criticism.
One shouldn’t expect the general populace to correctly recognize and understand the existence of a Tifflin. Regardless of education, the devilish appearance is unacceptable, and people, or rather most intelligent beings, judge by appearance first.
"Where will you send him?"
Elizabeth quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I will send him to Uncle Noah’s territory, where there are kind Tifflins."
"I will entrust them to take care of him."
"Then, do you still acknowledge him as your son?"
The half-dragon elf hesitated for a moment, but still asked.
"I am his father, but he cannot be the son of Uranos Augustus!"
The young man’s expression reverted to calmness. He didn’t intend to acknowledge the child, as his birth was nothing but harmful to the family, with no benefits.
"This is too cruel for him!"
The elf showed a face of reluctance, clearly indicating that Uranos was not prepared to recognize this child as a direct descendant of the Augustus family. Due to the devilish appearance, even having a surname was undeserved.
"As a Tifflin, he is already very lucky."
The determined young man started making arrangements. The maids and nursemaids who helped deliver the baby and witnessed him needed to be sent away, and even the knights who sensed the demonic aura needed to be silenced. This matter should not be spread.
After everything was settled, the young man took the child to Elidis Mountain in person, accompanied only by a half-dragon elf.
"What does this kid take me for?"
The Golden Dragon hovered high in the sky, observing everything below, unbothered and not impressed by Uranos’ way of handling the situation.
In any major noble family, such a child would likely be put to death on the spot. Do not question to what lengths nobles will go to maintain their family honor, as it is directly tied to their own interests and status.
Uranos’ decision to foster the hell-tainted child with other Tifflins was considered quite humane.
However, the most critical point was that this kid actually intended to leave the child under his watch rather than directly approaching him.
Noah glimpsed through this little thought easily; this kid had naively sworn that he would surely father a genius. Yet, he ended up parenting a Tifflin, likely feeling embarrassed but still wanting to entrust the child to him.
This guy was sure that once the child was sent over, he would definitely notice it, and once noticed, no matter from which perspective, Noah could not just ignore the child, thus securing the child’s future.
This little scheme was as obvious as a drumbeat, audible to Noah flying in the sky.
"Does he take me for an orphanage director?"
Noah watched as this couple, carrying the swaddled baby, arrived at his territory and entered a mountain city. It was a settlement built by refugees who fled during wartime, though not solely achieved by them but designed by Cloud Giants upon Noah’s instructions. He disliked cities with disorderly layouts.
Upon entering this peculiar mountain city with a height difference of over five hundred meters, the couple quickly found several residents whose appearances differed greatly from land-bound humanoid beings in the city’s bottommost and darkest residential area.
Bright red skin, curved ram horns, a long tail with a sharp triangle, and bat wings on their backs that could retract— exhibiting any one of these traits indicated they had the bloodline of hellish demons.