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After taking a bath, Dawn patiently waited as Fiona dressed him in a light overcoat.

The coat was tightened with the help of a leather belt; his silky black hairs were also neatly combed.

He looked like a little gentleman with dashing looks.

Even Fiona was momentarily stunned; she didn't expect the young boy to look so handsome.

"I wonder how many ladies will get their hearts broken by the young master in the future," Fiona muttered under her breath with a slightly proud look in her eyes.

Dawn whined as he tried to throw the gloves away, "Big sister, I am not wearing these white gloves; they're too tight."

Fiona immediately stopped him with a solemn look in her eyes, "Young master, you can't do this. The gloves are a protective charm that you have to wear while going out; otherwise, resentful witches will come to visit you in your dreams."

After hearing her words, Dawn immediately behaved and didn't cause any more trouble for the poor girl, seemingly very afraid of the resentful witches.

Fiona also let out a sigh of relief and got down to fix the small wrinkles on his dress.

Just at this time, a voice filled with profound majesty came from outside.

....

In the hallway, two figures walked side by side. These two were none other than the master and mistress of the Skylar family: Dawn's mother Athena and father Theodore Skylar.

Mother Skylar's brows were tightly scrunched up together in a frown; something seemed to be heavily weighing on her heart.

"Darling, are you sure this is going to be okay? Our son is just one year old; his body might not be able to bear the strain." Unable to contain her worry, she asked her husband.

Hearing her words, Theodore's ice-cold exterior suddenly melted into a tender smile. He held her hands and started to speak slowly.

"Don't worry my love, Nothing will happen to our son, after all in his veins flows the blood of Skylar family."

"Once, the Skylars were nothing more than nameless hands tilling foreign soil, their backs bent under the weight of another man's dream. But now… now, we would carve own destiny."

".. Because we weren't afraid of the risks."

When the big and callused hands of Lord Skylar held the almost bone-like hands of his wife, a dazed look suddenly appeared in her eyes. Without even needing to hear anything more, all the worries she had melted away like snow under the shining sun.

And when the Lord continued to speak, she silently listened like an obedient wife.

From time to time, she would nod her head like a chicken pecking rice.

The mesmerizing story of the Skylar family's adventure left her shell-shocked—how mortals rose from humble origins to the world stage and set the foundation of a family that could exist for centuries.

Lord Theodore continued as they reached the end of the hallway, just one step away from Dawn's room.

"There was no doubt about the fact that the ancestors of my Skylar family were talented prodigies, but we can't overlook the changes brought by the Absolute Order. If it weren't for the order's emergence, the ancestors would have continued to work like pitiful slaves."

"And now when such talent has once again appeared in my family, how can I not risk it?...how can we not take slight risks"

With those words, Theodore Skylar paused and looked deeply into Athena's eyes; his deep blue eyes filled with ambition caused her heart to flutter slightly.

Athena felt her heart flutter at his words, just like the first time she met him. But beneath that warmth, a tiny, unwelcome shiver crept up her spine. Their son was just a child... wasn't he?"

While Athena was lost in thought, the gate of Dawn's room was opened, revealing Fiona who solemnly bowed.

"Greetings to Lord and Madam Skylar."

Dawn, who was standing at the center of the room, also looked at the towering figure that radiated bone-chilling coldness.

"Calm, cruel, and absolutely ruthless." This was Dawn's assessment of Theodore Skylar.

Unlike his mother, who was nothing more than a lovesick girl that he could easily fool, Dawn was very cautious of his father.

He had long realized the man was willing to go to any length to achieve his goals.

"My Superhero Danger sense is acting up again," Dawn muttered with a strange glint in his eyes. His danger sense skills would hit nuts all the time when Theodore Skylar appeared.

Dawn internally sighed and tried to ignore the intense warning in his head.

He once again focused on the towering figure and events from six months ago. Thinking about it, Dawn resisted the urge to sigh with all his might.

His father, who hadn't come to visit and even used him as a tool, had a sudden change of heart when he showed heaven-defying intelligence and started to speak when he was just six months old.

If that was all, it wouldn't have been much, but just a few days later, he learned to read and write when his personal maid taught him the basic alphabets.

Reading and writing weren't hard for Dawn as the language of this new world was similar to the world form his previous life.

The whole Skylar family was greatly shaken; his mother Athena didn't leave him alone for many days. It was only when Lord Skylar came that she calmed down.

As soon as this news reached Lord Skylar's ears, he immediately forgot about everything and rushed to meet Dawn the same day.

From that day, the luxurious treatment that Dawn received went up many levels; in place of a single Soul Strengthening elixir, he received multiples of them every day.

And various other exotic treasures and body strengthening paste.

Lord Theodore Skylar stood straight like a spear and looked at his one-year-old son with a loving gaze.

Even standing still, Lord Skylar radiated a suffocating aura that made it difficult for Silver grade warriors like Fiona to directly look at his figure.

His wife stood still beside him without saying anything.

Dawn blinked his large eyes and looked at him without flinching.

He had realized his father was somehow testing him.

Just as he thought, in the next moment.

The air thickened, each breath growing heavier. Dawn felt it before he saw it—an unseen force coiling around the room like an invisible beast. And then, the shadow emerged, its blade shimmering with ancient might.

its towering figure cloaked in an ancient, battle-worn aura. Dawn could almost hear the faint echoes of war drums, as if generations of warriors whispered in reverence. Following which a large pressure suddenly seemed to descend as if the weight of the whole sky was concentrated in this room.

Dawn noticed the strange shadow and looked around him; however, the two women present in the room didn't seem to see it.

After taking a look, he once again focused back on the figure in front of him.

Even though the windows of the room were tightly closed, a fierce gale started to blow in the room, sending decorations flying down the floor.

The curtains hanging beside the window fluttered intensely as if they were about to tear apart.

Theodore eyes remained impassive as if he didn't witness the the chaos in the room, his steely gaze focused on Dawn petite figure.

In the next moment a look of approval appeared in his eyes.

Time passed, and each moment felt like an eternity for Fiona. When she was just unable to hold any longer, the pressure suddenly disappeared as if it had never existed.

Fiona's face had long turned pale, and beads of cold sweat had appeared on her face; her chest heaved up and down as she tried to calm her raging emotions.

For a moment, she felt as if she would turn to dust if the lord desired it.

With despair filling her heart, Fiona muttered internally, "Just how powerful is he?"

After which her eyes landed on Dawn, the sight left her tounge tied.

She had served in battlefields, faced monsters beyond human comprehension... yet nothing compared to this suffocating terror. And her young master—he simply stood there, as if it were nothing. Was he truly a child?"

Dawn's neatly combed hair was fluttered and had gotten messy, but his complexion remained the same, looking completely unaffected by the chaos.

Lord Theodore Skylar examined his son's condition and suddenly let out a booming laugh.

"Good, Good, Good, my son is indeed blessed by the ancestors."

"With the birth of such a talent... the Fortunes of my Skylar family are finally going to change."