Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Aron, Mark, and Darcia was speechless as they experienced such grandeur for the first time.

"This is our home, Aron," Aria said with a smile. "Do you like it?"

Aron was in her arms, his gaze fixed on the massive golden palace as he mumbled naively, "I don't know, Mother. But it's a little too big for me."

Aengus said,

"You will get used to it, my son. You're the prince of this empire, so hold your head high. Don't feel inferior because you don't have Laws yet—once we remove the seal, you will become stronger than any ordinary person. But you must never be arrogant or disrespect your elders. A true prince always presents himself with honor and valor."

"A prince?"

His father's words echoed in Aron's mind.

"That's right, I am a prince. I can't cower away. I have to make everyone proud."

"You're right, Father. I will be an honorable prince," Aron said, clenching his little fists, his round eyes burning fiercely like his father's.

Then, Aria intervened.

"But of course, those who disrespect you or try to harm you should never be spared—just like your father," she added gently, glancing at Aengus.

Aron blinked.

"Like my father? What exactly did Father do, Mother?"

Aria chuckled at Aron's innocent curiosity and glanced at Aengus playfully.

"Well, your father was quite famous for handling his enemies… ruthlessly," she said with a smirk.

Aengus crossed his arms and smiled. "Your mother is exaggerating. I only did what was necessary to protect my family and empire. A ruler cannot be soft-hearted in the face of threats."

Aron's eyes sparkled with fascination. "So, father is really strong?"

Aengus ruffled his son's hair. "Of course. And soon, you will be strong too. But remember, true strength is not just about power—it's about knowing when to use it."

Aron nodded seriously, absorbing his father's words.

Aria smiled warmly, feeling proud of her son's determination. "Come, let's go inside. Your new life begins today, my little prince."

With that, they flew forward, entering the grand palace through the gate.

Mark, Darcia quietly followed, not wanting to ruin their reunion. Though they were genuinely happy to see Aron with such powerful parents, but they were a little worried about his safety as well.

As soon as they crossed the gate, greeted by the respectful bows of the guards, Aron and was met with an even more astonishing sight.

A long red carpet stretched all the way to the entrance, and people—both small and grand—stood on either side, eagerly awaiting the prince's arrival.

The moment they saw the trio's figures—

Cheers and laughter erupted, creating a grand symphony to welcome the new prince.

The five people landed on the red carpet.

"Can you walk on your own, Aron?" Aengus asked, as if testing his son's courage and bravery.

Aron blinked, his gaze sweeping over the thousands of people, all radiating powerful auras that felt overwhelming.

Then, at the very end of the carpet, his eyes landed on a woman standing with a gentle, happy expression. Her belly was slightly swollen.

She was breathtakingly beautiful—just like his mother.

For a brief moment, curiosity flickered in his mind about her identity.

But right now, she wasn't important. His father's words echoed in his ears.

For some reason, he didn't want to disappoint him.

So, he said resolutely, "Yes, Father. Mother. I can walk alone. I must be brave."

"Go on, Aron. We are right behind you." Mark said crouching down to cheer him up.

"Yes, Grandpa."

Clenching his little fists, he took a step forward, suppressing the fear in his small heart.

"Zytherion!" Aria glared at Aengus. "Is it really necessary to put so much pressure on him during his first homecoming? I could have accompanied him you know."

Aengus remained unfazed. "What? I didn't force him. But don't you see? He's going to make it for sure. He is my son, after all."

"Hmph..." Aria snorted in response, showing an angry look.

Then, in a blink, she disappeared from the spot, appearing before someone she was excited to meet.

Aengus followed her, appearing at the very end of the red carpet with Mark and Darcia by their side as well.

As Aron slowly walked forward, Aria embraced Bella, who now stood with a swollen belly.

"Sister Bella, it's so nice seeing you again. And I'm sorry for what I did to you two last time."

Bella smiled warmly, returning the hug. "Aria, you don't have to apologize. We always knew you had your reasons. What matters is that your son is alive and here with us today. We should all feel happy for that.."

She had already been informed of everything happened between Aria and Aengus.

As for Aron, their first son's arrival, she was not displeased at all. Rather she was relieved and happy.

For a long time it weighed down on her mind, feeling guilt and sympathy. But now seeing Aengus' firstborn alive and well, she Couldn't be more happy.

Meanwhile, Mark and Darcia's eyes remained fixed on Aron, worry flickering in them.

Aengus glanced at them, feeling a deep appreciation for the couple. Even after regaining their youth, their love and concern for his son had not lessened.

But there was nothing to worry about. His eyes—and those of his powerful subordinates—were always on the little prince.

His gaze then shifted to Bella, whose belly had grown since the last time he had seen her.

It had been five months since the battle that had shaken space and time.

He could go back in time, but then… he wouldn't have his son.

So there was nothing he could do at the moment.

Even beings as powerful as them had to accept certain realities.

They were merely catalysts.

Laws moved at their own rhythm and followed their own rules.

Sure, he could slow down or accelerate the baby's growth or her's. But what would be the point of living then?

They could just make a baby making factory if they continued to do as they wish.

So that's what life was: To live today, but not forgetting the past and future.

Aengus stepped forward and gently caressed Bella's belly.

"Bella, are you doing fine? How is the child?" he asked softly.

Bella glanced up at him, a knowing smile playing on her lips as if she could read his thoughts.
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But then she pouted.

"Look at you, acting all concerned now. Now that you have your own son, do you not want this one anymore?" she teased mischievously.

Aengus frowned, displeased. "Don't ever say that, Bella. I know you're joking, but even in jokes, don't speak as if I don't care about my children. There's no one else who cares about them more than I do."