Chapter 262: Parenting Titania and Parenting the Titans, too?

Since Briar was the only one who could talk properly in full sentences so far, I raised my hand to gesture for her to speak on behalf of the whole group…

But I faltered midway with my arm still in the air.

Sh… She might say something really arrogant and end up angering Titania on the spot…

But she does seem to see me in pretty high regard, so maybe Titania won’t get attacked verbally at least.

Ah, but I’m still worried about how this could go.

“Father, allow me to begin the introductions if you please,” a soul-soothing, mature woman’s voice suddenly dropped into the room like sweet honey pouring smoothly over everything, warm and rich in tone.

“Ah, yes, go ahead and do the honors then, Silver Moss…” I nodded toward her with clear approval, lowering my hand at last.

Haha, they really do grow so fast in every way…

…Eh?! Silver Moss is actually talking now?! And with such a mature voice too.

{They have all watched the others speak enough to comprehend the concept.}

[No, no, no! No matter how you look at this situation unfolding right in front of me, they’re growing way too fast for comfort!]

And c’mon now, Tera and Tesa, you two could have at least made sure they were clothed properly instead of leaving them like this.

They were all, except for the naked Grey Ivy who still clung closely to Titania, wrapped up in deep brown sheets that draped loosely around their bodies, making them look like they had all just stepped straight out of a warm bath with nothing else prepared.

“Welcome home, mother,” Silver Moss knelt gracefully on the ground with clear respect, bending her head downward in a deep bow toward Titania while her long silver hair cascaded forward like a shimmering curtain, “Father decided to grace me with the name Silver Moss. I hope I please you simply by existing in this world alongside you.”

“Kyaahhh!” Titania squirmed excitedly in place, her small body wiggling with unrestrained delight as she reached out and patted Silver Moss’s head repeatedly with both hands, her fingers sinking gently into the soft silver strands.

She continued; “Quickly now, Vaelora, immediately delegate all of my official duties over to Silver Moss, so that I can spend the entire day playing without any interruptions whatsoever!”

“That is an astronomically big no, Your Majesty.”

Vaelora replied with a warm smile spreading across her face as she looked at Silver Moss, who blushed a soft pink across her cheeks while lowering her gaze slightly, as she firmly shot down the blatant attempt at slacking off.

Is Titania forever going to act like a grade schooler?

How can one believe she’s millions of years old, when she cares more about tea parties and playhouse, than cosmic administrative duties?

And who exactly taught Silver Moss how to bow so respectfully like that? And how to speak with such respectful words flowing so naturally from her mouth?

Has she been quietly learning by watching the other fairies show respect toward me whenever they approached?

She must be really capable if she picked all of that up so quickly just from observation.

Then the big guy stepped forward next with heavy but deliberate steps, while Titania was there jiggling Silver Moss’s breasts openly with open awe written across her face, her hands squeezing and lifting them curiously.

“My name is Oak, mother,” ah, his voice came out in just the right amount of deep resonance that rumbled pleasantly through the throne room as he joined Silver Moss in lowering himself into a respectful bow, his broad shoulders dipping low.

He continued; “Christened by Father, I wish to be of use to both of you from this moment onward, in any way that serves you well.”

“Really?!” Titania’s violet eyes twinkled brightly like stars scattered across a clear night sky, sparkling with excitement as she leaned forward slightly, “Okay then, Vaelora, you heard my son clearly; make him handle all of my queenly duties while I fool around and enjoy myself all day long without a single care!”

“No can do, my Queen,” Vaelora answered with that same warm smile directed at Oak, who blushed a noticeable shade across his strong features from the gentle attention, “You must attend to your duties yourself as always.”

And as Titania engrossed herself completely by squeezing and rubbing Oak’s impressive muscles with both hands, her fingers pressing into the firm contours while she cheekily glanced sideways at my own much more slender arms with a mocking smirk, the next person stepped forward smoothly.

I must make her pay for that little insult just now, one way or another when the chance arises.

“Mother, mine own name is Ash Thorn,” Ara?

Ugh, Ash was sounding a bit like Shakespeare now with the way his words flowed.

He continued, prostrating himself theatrically by dropping to one knee and extending one arm outward in a grand gesture while his deep brown hair shifted with the motion, “I am but a babe only born mere moments ago, yet my thirst for knowledge grows stronger by the second. I beseech you most humbly, make the most use of me in whatever capacity you see fit!”

“Ahaha, so cute!” Titania played with his face enthusiastically, her small hands cupping his cheeks and gently squishing them together while she laughed, “And he looks so much like me! Like, he could easily wear one of my dresses and stand in for me at official events without anyone noticing the difference at all!”

“Such a ridiculous scenario will never happen, Your Majesty,” Vaelora shot down yet another wild idea from Titania with calm firmness, as she smiled warmly at Ash, causing his intelligent face to flush with a light blush that crept up from his neck.

And then my favorite daughter walked up next with light, eager steps.

Ah, we androgynous folks are so lonely in our own way sometimes, right?

Her heterochromic eyes glittered brightly with barely restrained joy that shone through clearly as she approached.

“Forgive me, Mama!” She leaped forward suddenly and wrapped her arms around Titania in a tight hug, carving out her own space right beside where Grey had already claimed a spot against the fairy’s body, “I want to hug you too!”

“Ah, you look so interesting and unique,” Titania patted the head of the girl who was now hugging her tightly while kneeling, her fingers running gently through the mixed brown and silver hair, “What name did my HUSBAND give you when he decided on it?”

She’s so childish. Titania, I mean, with the way she emphasizes certain words and meaning.

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