Chapter 120: The System Evolves with His Bloodline

The System rewards generated from wife Morwenna and daughter Zephyra for giving them genuine happiness.

Two windows opened in front of Daemon.

[Reward Generated]

[Cultivation Scroll × 3]

These scrolls can be used by non-cultivators.

Once used, the target may begin walking the cultivation path.

[Reward Generated]

[Requiem Efficiency]

Host may use Requiem power more efficiently.

Host may also combine Requiem with the Nameless Bloodline according to Host’s will.

Daemon stared at the panels in surprise.

Rewards were not only coming from Morwenna now. Even Zephyra had triggered one. That had never been mentioned before.

"System," he asked quietly, "how is this possible? You never told me about this."

The System responded at once.

[Host, the System has evolved alongside Host’s power.]

[From now on, Host may receive rewards from offspring.]

[If one of Host’s wives becomes pregnant, that event may also generate rewards.]

[These rewards can be given to Host’s wives and children when appropriate.]

Daemon’s face brightened.

This was a game-changing move.

The System was back in a stronger form, and it was no longer limited to soul-bond events alone. Family itself had become part of his growth.

"You’re back in form, I guess," he muttered.

[It is all because of you, Host. Keep growing higher.]

Daemon let out a slow breath and returned his attention to the present.

In front of him, Morwenna, Zephyra, and Aelther were talking happily among themselves near the long table of maps and old books. Their voices were light. Their expressions were warm. Soft light from the chamber windows touched the shelves and made the room feel less like a place of royal work and more like a quiet home.

Zephyra was telling Aelther something with bright eyes.

"You should have seen Mother earlier. She looked calmer than she has in a long time."

Aelther smiled.

"I can see that."

Morwenna watched them both with a soft look she rarely showed in public.

Daemon watched them carefully.

He wanted to protect this happiness.

Not only this. He also wanted to give the same care to the other women who had walked beside him, sacrificed for him, and carried their own wounds for this growing family. Victoria. Sana. Roxanna. Kassia. All of them deserved equal time and equal care.

He promised himself that.

From now on, he was not only a husband.

He was a father too.

That truth settled on his shoulders with real weight. He could no longer think only about power, enemies, or the next gate. He had people waiting for him in two worlds now, and every choice he made would touch them.

After a while, he called out to Morwenna.

"Can you call one of your maids? I need their help."

Morwenna’s face changed slightly.

A suspicious thought crossed her mind at once. Don’t tell me his memories came back about that maid fetish of his.

Still, she turned toward the door.

"Sylphie."

A moment later, a woman entered the chamber and bowed with practiced grace. She looked steady, elegant, and used to royal service. Her steps were quiet, but her presence was clear.

Morwenna informed her calmly.

"My husband called you."

Sylphie did not look surprised by his true identity. Like the others when they found out, she only lowered her head with quiet respect.

"He needs your help."

Sylphie answered without hesitation.

"Your Majesty, I will do whatever Lord asks of me. Even if he asks me to mate with him, I will do it."

Daemon, who had been checking his mobile because he simply wanted someone to take a family photo and preserve this moment, froze when he heard that.

He nearly stumbled back.

"Wife, don’t create problems for me," he said quickly. "I am not that kind of person. I already have wives. Why would you think like that? I only need her assistance."

Morwenna raised one brow.

"Assistance?"

"Yes," Daemon said at once. "I wanted someone to take a picture of us. That’s all. Nothing else."

Zephyra laughed openly.

"Don’t get the wrong idea about Mother’s decision. After all, you are the one who had a maid fetish."

Daemon’s face stiffened.

"Zephyra—"

She continued without mercy.

"Mother told me. She caught you a few times in the palace, and near the forest, when you were having intimate moments with them."

Daemon’s face went blank.

His reputation was already at the bottom, and even his daughter knew about it.

He silently cursed his previous self.

Because of your actions, I am facing the consequences here.

He looked at Morwenna.

She was glaring at him so sharply that if she had a knife in her hand, she might have used it.

"I don’t remember any of that," Daemon said carefully.

"That makes it worse," Morwenna replied.

"How does that make it worse?"

"Because if you remembered, at least you could apologize properly."

Beside him, Aelther stood quietly and took mental notes of everything. He had no intention of becoming like his father-in-law in the wrong ways. If these were free lessons on what to avoid in the future, he was going to remember every single one of them.

Zephyra covered her mouth, still amused.

"Father, your face is very honest right now."

"Stop enjoying this," Daemon muttered.

"I am not enjoying it," Zephyra said. "I am learning family history."

Aelther nodded slightly, as if that statement was also useful.

Sylphie then stepped closer to him and bowed again, more softly this time.

"My Lord, you have finally returned. It is good to see you."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"I missed your presence."

She clenched her hands in front of her. She was clearly trying to hold her emotions under control, but her eyes betrayed her. They grew wet with every passing second.

Daemon looked at her properly for the first time.

The joking air in the room faded from his side of the moment.

Something in his chest shifted.

The way she spoke.

The way she looked at him.

The restrained emotion she could not fully hide.

This was not ordinary servant loyalty.

This was personal.

Understanding hit him like a wave.

His eyes widened.

This woman was not only a trusted palace maid.

She was someone from his previous life.

Someone who had known Daemon Ashborne.