Chapter 2824 - 1207: Fatal Weakness

Chapter 2824: Chapter 1207: Fatal Weakness

"Still sleeping," the head maid responded swiftly, "I’ve doubled the staff to guard them closely."

"Got it, you’re doing a great job." Zalanda didn’t bother explaining too much to these maids.

If the other two little ones also awaken spell-like abilities, even staring at them without blinking might not be enough to keep an eye on them.

This is already beyond the capability of these maids, most of whom are just ordinary people, many of whom will never get a chance to encounter magic in their lifetime.

As they spoke, the group had already entered the nursery.

Seeing the two other infants quietly lying in their cribs, many people couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hm!?" Gaven let out a low, ambiguous grunt.

Zalanda, however, understood instantly, gesturing to the maids, "You all can leave now!"

"Yes, ma’am." The maids, unsuspecting of anything, withdrew one after another.

Once the ordinary people had left, Gaven walked over to the crib of his eldest daughter, Sibyl, and lifted her little blanket, revealing a face of ’just as expected’.

The little one seemed to be lying quietly in her crib, but in reality, she was surrounded by an invisible force, floating directly in mid-air, at least a fist’s breadth above the surface of the bed.

"It seems Miss Sibyl has inherited your powerful psychic ability," the sole observer Kellysha couldn’t help but say enthusiastically, "Could it be that this kind of power isn’t fixed in inheritance? But random? I wonder what ability Miss Cyril inherited?"

As their mother, Zalanda appeared less enthusiastic, her expression rather heavy, saying, "They awakened too early; they haven’t formed a complete sense of self yet, and can’t control these powers at all. This is the source of chaos, easily harming themselves and others."

"Is it as serious as you say?" Gaven held the opposite view, with an unmistakable pride in his eyes, "Our daughters are winning in the race of life; their starting point is where many end, their future is limitless."

No parent doesn’t hope their children to be more outstanding, stronger, and more extraordinary than others, and Gaven is no exception.

He had originally considered using Enlightenment on them, but didn’t expect them to already be exceptional, far exceeding his expectations.

"Not that serious?!" Zalanda suddenly erupted, roaring like a lioness, "What if Sylar had been teleported not to the Political Hall, but outside the City Lord Mansion or to an unknown location? Have you considered the consequences?"

"This..." Gaven was a bit dumbfounded by the outburst, immediately understanding the situation; Zalanda was still in shock.

Earlier, in front of outsiders, she had suppressed her emotions with reason, but now the maternal side of her emotions erupted completely.

Gaven shared his previous speculation, "The reason Sylar was teleported to the Political Hall earlier might not be purely coincidental, but drawn by my teleportation force..."

Before he could finish explaining, Zalanda’s stream of questions bombarded him, "Could be? Meaning uncertain... it’s just your speculation... what if something happens? Could you bear the consequences?"

Gaven forcibly swallowed the rest of his words, realizing that Zalanda was obviously not in her usual rational state; continuing to argue rationally would only make her more furious.

When it comes to the life and death of the three little ones, there’s no room for reason.

"My mistake, I was indeed negligent earlier." Gaven sincerely apologized first, easing Zalanda’s anger a bit, then cautiously said, "Calm down first, don’t get too worked up, we’ll now draft remedial measures to prevent similar situations from occurring."

The last sentence finally struck a chord, causing some of the anger to fade from Zalanda’s face as she asked, "How do we remedy it?"

Gaven quickly responded, "First, customize a nursery for them to limit their spell-like abilities as much as possible, preventing them from harming themselves or others."

"Alright." Zalanda reluctantly nodded, "And then?"

"Next, have individuals with spellcasting abilities care for them, at least those who can understand their traits."

"Anything else?"

"Since their abilities have manifested, we should face it," Gaven tentatively suggested, "Instead of letting them recklessly use their abilities, we should teach according to their aptitudes and try to tap into their potential, allowing them to control their abilities."

"For now, that’s all we can do," Zalanda said with a bit of helplessness.

Seeing that his calming efforts were working, Gaven continued progressively, "The new nursery can no longer be located at the City Lord Mansion, you saw earlier that the city defense maze lock has limited interception on those above legendary level.

Our opponents will only grow stronger, and we must guard against their sinister tactics, using these three little ones to threaten us."

Zalanda’s earlier explosive emotion reminded Gaven.

These three little ones are indeed their fatal weakness, especially for Zalanda.

If they fall into crisis, it would be difficult for her to think rationally, leading to impulsive decisions.

He must eliminate this possibility in its crib.

Never underestimate the darkness and cruelty of political struggles; many would stop at nothing, doing all sorts of unscrupulous things for power and gain.

"Indeed." Zalanda readily agreed, "Where do you think it would be appropriate to set up the nursery?"