The Little Prince is Fine

At that moment, urgent footsteps echoed from within the city gate, and the lights in the passage flickered brightly. A group of people hurriedly pushed a wheelchair out, with Edmund leading the way.

The Flying Corpse King straightened his body, making his already massive figure even more imposing, as he closely watched the passage.

Edmund rushed out, about to speak, but upon seeing the Flying Corpse King, he stood frozen in place, resembling a rabbit startled and motionless.

The escort team for Second Sister also stopped in surprise. Second Sister, sitting in the wheelchair, tilted her head back and looked towards the Flying Corpse King by my side.

Excitement lit up her face. She stood up, and the Flying Corpse King immediately approached. Uncle Ominic and Celeste stepped aside.

However, the Flying Corpse King was too massive; our city gate became like a miniature door in front of him. He had to crouch down, extending his two arms into the gate to welcome Second Sister. She embraced his sturdy arms, closed her eyes, and in that moment, I witnessed a serene expression on Second Sister's face – the expression of finding a lost loved one, filled with happiness.

The Flying Corpse King gently lifted Second Sister out, and she leaned against his chest like a child.

I hurriedly ran to Edmund, patting his dazed face. "What's the situation?!"

Edmund snapped out of it, looked at me, and excitedly said, "The potion was a success! I enhanced the human genes inside the Flying Corpse Monster, and now the baby is healthy! There won't be any danger anymore!" His excited expression seemed like he had achieved a significant scientific breakthrough. "Of course, there still should be no vigorous exercise, or intense impacts, oh, and also..."

Seeing Edmund rambling like an obstetrician, I immediately covered his mouth. He paused, and I looked at him very seriously, "Enough! We know the rest." I released my hand, and Edmund shyly smiled.

Edmund's words relieved me, putting my mind at ease. I immediately looked at the Flying Corpse King, "Flying Corpse King, Second Sister is fine, and the Little Prince is fine too!"

"Hmm?" He looked puzzled, as if unsure who I was referring to as Second Sister.

"Honk honk! Quack quack!" Second Sister, in his arms, lifted her face, making strange sounds in her throat. The Flying Corpse King nodded, lowered his face to inspect the wings on Second Sister's back, which still had bandages. He showed a hint of distress, gently removed them, and extended his sharp claws to touch them.Suddenly, Second Sister's wings moved, breaking free from the bandages!

The Flying Corpse Monster's recovery speed was impressive; in fact, Second Sister's wings had healed a few days ago, but the bandages were kept just in case. Second Sister flapped her wings, and the Flying Corpse King grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. The sight of the Flying Corpse King smiling reminded me of a plush toy I had: Stitch.

Second Sister held onto the Flying Corpse King's massive hand, looking at him and calling out a few times, "Honk honk, quack quack."

The Flying Corpse King glanced at her and nodded. Their bond was strong, filled with warmth.

Second Sister turned around and walked towards me in the moonlight, spreading her arms. I immediately rushed to her, tightly embracing her. I didn't want to let Second Sister go, but I knew she had to leave.

I understood that I had a special dependence on her. I had placed all my yearning for my father and mother on her. She was my emotional support when I missed home, a substitute for my parents. Because she protected me, she was like a mother to me.

Second Sister patted my back, released me, and then took my hands, gently placing them as if holding something. I looked at her, and she touched my head. Then, she stepped back, and the Flying Corpse King approached me. I looked at them in confusion.

The Flying Corpse King began to raise his face, elongating his neck. I heard gurgling sounds from his throat, and then he lowered his face, "Wow!" spitting out a pile of something into my hands...

I was in shock at that moment.

I felt like the entire world had become eerily quiet, as if my soul had left my body. Therefore, I couldn't feel the warm, heavy substance in my palms...

Why? Why did the Flying Corpse King spit in my hands?

Second Sister bent down, kissed my cheek, and I stared blankly at her. She gently touched my head. Together with the Flying Corpse King, they spread their wings, and with a swoosh, they soared into the air! The immense wings created a breeze that brushed against my cheeks, drying my bangs.

"Swoosh, swoosh." The Flying Corpse Monsters, one by one, flew into the azure sky, heading towards the round moon as if the moon were their palace.I lowered my face, suppressing the tears that had already overflowed from my eyes. In my blurred vision, I noticed three greenish objects in the pile of filth I still held – they looked somewhat like stones, yet also resembled eggs.

I froze and turned around, "Uncle Ominic! Sister Celeste! It seems like the Flying Corpse King gave me three eggs!"

"What?!" Everyone exclaimed in astonishment.

"Let me see!" Edmund rushed over, passing by Emery. Emery, snapping out of his reverie, ran towards me.

Uncle Ominic, Sister Celeste, and everyone else followed suit, gathering around me.

In the clear and pure moonlight, three greenish-black-spotted eggs were faintly visible in the peculiar filth in my hands.

Excitement surged among everyone.

"It seems to be real eggs!" Joey said in amazement. Everyone looked curiously.

"The Flying Corpse Monster stores food in another stomach; these three eggs must be what they've stored," William nodded repeatedly.

Edwina looked curious and asked, "Are they alive or dead?"

"Edmund! Quickly, take a look at what kind of eggs these are!" Uncle Ominic immediately urged.

Edmund, without any aversion to the dirt, extracted one egg from the sticky mess. Despite being somewhat of a germaphobe, he held the egg. Emery quickly took a wet cloth, wiping the egg Edmund held, revealing an egg slightly larger than a quail egg but smaller than a chicken egg. The shell had a greenish tint with white and brown spots.

"It's an egg! It's really an egg!" Edmund excitedly held the egg, shining it in the moonlight. Surprisingly, the moonlight penetrated the eggshell, revealing a tiny yolk inside, strangely moving our hearts as if we had glimpsed life.

"No need for words! We all can see that these are eggs!" Lindsay's voice was as loud as ever. "Let Edmund tell us what kind of eggs they are!"

"How is it, Edmund? Are they fertilized eggs?" Sister Celeste anxiously asked because this question was crucial; it would determine whether to incubate these three eggs or consume them directly.

Everyone indeed showed hopeful expressions, with a few boys like Gabriel even licking their lips. In Noah City, eggs were considered rare and expensive, with one egg being worth many Noah black breads.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was like hungry wolves, fixed on the egg in Edmund's hands. It seemed that if Edmund didn't confirm their edibility, they were ready to devour them immediately.