Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Chapter 240: The Sovereign’s Legacy and the Perfect Ending

The morning sun broke over the eastern cliffs, casting a brilliant, golden light across the Warlord estate. It was shaping up to be a perfectly normal, chaotic day.

In the manor’s massive kitchen, I was currently attempting to prepare a breakfast feast of smoked sea-bass, roasted pine nuts, and fresh brioche. Usually, this was my domain. I moved through the kitchen with the practiced grace of a nine-tailed silver fox, dodging kitchen-golems and flipping skillets with ease.

But this morning, the moment I lifted the lid off the smoked sea-bass, the world tilted violently on its axis.

A sudden, overwhelming wave of dizziness hit me so hard my knees actually buckled. I slammed a hand onto the cold granite countertop to steady myself, my silver tails puffing out in instinctual alarm. The smell of the fish, a scent I normally loved, suddenly made my stomach perform a synchronized acrobatic routine of pure nausea.

"Sovereign?" a small, polite voice asked from the doorway.

I cracked one eye open. Jasper was standing by the pantry, holding his little leather notebook. The snake-cub pushed his round glasses up his nose, his slitted eyes widening. "Your facial pigmentation has decreased by forty percent. You are exhibiting signs of severe physiological distress. Are you experiencing a mana-collapse?"

"No, Jasper," I breathed, turning my head away from the fish. "I think I just stood up too fast. I’m fine."

"Self-diagnosis is statistically the leading cause of preventable catastrophe in the Empire," a cold, clinical voice announced.

Cassian glided into the kitchen, wearing a pristine white apron and looking highly alarmed. The Serpent Warlord didn’t even hesitate. He raised his hand, and a massive, glowing green runic circle instantly materialized in the air in front of me, sweeping over my body from head to toe.

"Cassian, it’s just a dizzy spell, I—" I started to argue, but my voice wavered as another wave of nausea hit. I pressed my hand against my stomach, taking a shaky breath.

BANG.

The heavy oak doors of the kitchen were violently blasted open.

"Who is hurting my wife?!"

Caspian materialized in the room so fast it displaced the air, blowing several napkins off the table. The Merman King’s teal eyes were completely dilated, his silver hair whipping wildly around his broad shoulders. He had felt my sudden spike of physical distress through our Warlord bond, and he had arrived radiating an aura of crushing, terrifying deep-sea pressure, completely prepared to slaughter whatever enemy had breached his walls.

"No one is hurting her," Cassian hissed, entirely unbothered by the suffocating killing intent in the room. He stepped closer to me, adjusting his glasses as he studied the glowing green runes hovering over my head. "The anomaly is internal."

Caspian’s lethal aura vanished instantly, replaced by sheer, unfiltered panic. He closed the distance between us in two strides, his large, cool hands gently cupping my face as he pulled me against his chest.

"Primrose," Caspian murmured frantically, his thumbs lightly brushing my pale cheeks. "What is wrong? Does your chest hurt? Are your magical pathways straining? I will summon the Royal Healers from the Capital immediately—"

"Caspian, wait," Cassian interrupted. The Archduke’s voice sounded incredibly strange. It was entirely stripped of its usual haughty, clinical detachment.

Cassian was staring at the diagnostic rune. He took his glasses off, polished them furiously with a handkerchief, put them back on, and stared at the light again.

"Cassian," Caspian growled, a dangerous edge returning to his voice as he shielded me with his body. "Give me the diagnosis."

"I... I am observing a structural impossibility," Cassian stammered. The flawlessly composed Archduke of the East was actually stuttering. He tapped the glowing green rune with his index finger.

The diagnostic circle suddenly shifted. It expanded outward, changing from a bright, clinical green into two distinct, pulsing orbs of light.

One orb was a brilliant, shimmering silver—the exact unmistakable signature of nine-tailed fox mana.

The other orb was a deep, glowing teal—a flawless reflection of oceanic, royal merman magic.

The two lights pulsed in a steady, rapid, rhythmic beat.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

The entire kitchen went completely, terrifyingly silent.

"Her structural integrity is not compromised," Cassian announced, his hands actually shaking as he looked directly at Caspian. "The Sovereign’s mana pathways are actively rearranging to accommodate secondary life forces. Gestation is in its earliest stages. And... the mana signatures are distinct."

I stopped breathing. The room stopped spinning.

"Secondary life forces," Caspian repeated, his voice barely a whisper. The terrifying Final Boss of the continent, the ruthless mastermind who had conquered the oceans, sounded like he had completely forgotten how to breathe. He looked at the two pulsing lights. "Plural?"

"Twins," Cassian confirmed, a massive, uncharacteristic smile breaking across his sharp face. "A fox cub and a merman pup. Primrose is pregnant."

The kitchen doors burst open again.

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