Chapter 252

“Why would you take such a risk?” Shysie asked.

“Because I wanted my own flesh and blood,” King Thorvald said, pouring himself a drink.

“Strange that not one of the she-wolves fell pregnant with your offspring,” Shysie remarked.

“Get out, and Shysie, I am personally putting you in charge of my daughter’s safety,” King Thorvald warned.

“Thank you for the honor but I politely decline,” Shysie said before speeding off.

King Thorvald took another drink, “How did she even carry the child inside a convent with a shaman spell over it without making the child sick?” King Thorvald reads the words in his head of a nun explaining what has come to pass. That the mother had the castle’s address in her diary and wrote about a king Thorvald, a demon king, and when they found the little demon child on her dead mother’s breast, drinking from her flesh, her blood, with fangs instead of milk they thought it best to send the child to her father.

Wynn immediately took his leave and sped over to the convent