When Lind’s child was born, the whole kingdom was shouting his name—though in reality, they were not, because when the son was born, Lind hadn’t even thought of a name.
It wasn’t until he saw the little guy that Lind confirmed he really had a family member bound by blood in this strange world.
Lilith, as the aunt, was rocking this wrinkly little creature, causing the members of the Lars Family to feel a mix of fear and excitement.
But there was no way around it; having the current most prestigious Female Pope personally baptize this child was a very important matter.
Of course, baptism was merely a symbolic act and wouldn’t actually send this newborn to be baptized; what mattered was the fact that the Female Pope would baptize the first prince.
It can be said that from the moment he was born, this little guy bore the weight of the entire empire, especially the Lars family, who feared that this little one might be harmed in any way.
“How about calling him Lin Lei?”
Lilith swayed the little creature in her arms, but an elder of the Lars family stood up and said, “Lindrick sounds better.”
This was a hope that this little guy could inherit Lind’s will, and even more so, the name alone revealed the Lars family’s expectations for him.
Connor offered no opinion, perhaps because he was looking at the two main figures, Lena, who was resting, and Lind, who sat beside her.
“Let’s call him Lindrick then.”
In the end, Lind did not oppose the elder of the Lars family; he just casually said while holding Lena’s hand.
In fact, Lind wasn’t too fond of either name, considering they were already in another world, and there was no need to stick to the traditions of the Lin family, especially since Lin Lei was a name that had been used for a protagonist from a web novel Lind once read.
As for the name Lindrick, if translated, it could be understood to be something like “Lin Chengqian,” which has a good meaning, but Lind still found it somewhat strange.
However, Lind was confident that things wouldn’t escalate into a “doting filial son” situation… probably.
When everyone was assured that the little guy was fine, he cried loudly and returned to Lena’s arms.
Upon learning that the prince was born healthy and that the Female Pope had personally baptized him, the entire empire rejoiced with song and dance, as this meant the empire would enter a period of stability for quite some time.
An heir is extremely important for a kingdom; even if the heir is someone as “weak and incompetent” as Cliff, as long as there is an heir, the nation can continue to function by inertia.
The year of the first prince’s birth was designated as the first year of the imperial calendar, which sufficiently indicated the royal family’s regard for this little one.
The empire was not only lively but even more so than before.
Of course, if we were to talk about liveliness, it was still on the Solun Continent.
A few months after the birth of the first prince, Sean, far from Solun, finally learned about his new nephew’s birth and, to celebrate, casually wiped out the other two Castiles that were not under the control of the Night Sanctuary.
Naturally, the so-called kings of those two Castiles were also hanged, and they were hung from their own streetlights, which imitated those of the empire.
If one were to describe the events happening on the Solun Continent during this time in a single sentence, it would be Sean asking others in Solun, “When are we getting the next round of support from the empire?”
These reinforcements were not even weapons but rather the next batch of literate individuals with basic work skills to serve as officials.
Eltor increasingly saw the situation clearly; he had no special feelings about his two brothers’ deaths, and he even praised Sean for his efforts, saying these pests in Castile deserved to die long ago. As for Rosalind, she had somewhat become numb to external aggression and had not taken over or concerned herself with such matters but was honestly learning to consolidate internal affairs.
At Valunia Port, Rosalind was busy arranging the transportation of materials and personnel sent by the empire.
After all, Rosalind had studied in the empire and was quite familiar with its matters, while Bernice was to deal with affairs of the Night Sanctuary, and Regas had to liaise with the Dragon Church. Indeed, no one was more suitable for the job than Rosalind.
After finishing communication using a messaging device regarding personnel allocation, Rosalind cut the communication and started assigning work to the imperial personnel at Valunia Port.
Eltor, watching his youngest sister, asked regretfully, “You just let it go like that?”
Rosalind paused with her pen, looking at her fourth sister with some confusion: “Yes, why not?”
Then Rosalind pulled out some documents and confirmed repeatedly, “No problem, everything is already allocated.”
“No, no, no!”
Eltor looked at his sister with a look of despair, saying, “That’s a prince sent by the empire to Solun. Do you know what that means?”
Rosalind shook her head, saying, “No, according to the empire’s etiquette and laws, Sean doesn’t count as a prince.”
Seeing Rosalind still insisting that Sean did not qualify as a prince in legal terms and had not been conferred by Your Majesty the Emperor, Eltor was shaking his head more exaggeratedly than Rosalind.
“No, the so-called ‘prince’ does not merely refer to a duke. That Emperor sends his brother-in-law to this continent and provides military supplies and officials; don’t you understand what that means?”
“Even if Sean has no prince title, he is essentially already a prince.”
Rosalind understood what her sister meant but still asked, “So what?”
This was the first time Eltor felt a matter could be so difficult since he decided to join the empire.
Although he didn’t know what the emperor and empress had written in the letter they sent to Sean, after seeing Sean’s attitude becoming colder after reading the letter, Eltor realized that he had been overthinking; the emperor and empress didn’t particularly like him.
It was evident that the empire still cared about face; although they could have directly conquered through violence, they chose to first select a spokesperson. Eltor looked at his sister; no matter how much he disliked this youngest sister before, she was the most suitable choice.
It made sense since Rosalind had studied in the empire, and the emperor knew her well.
However, it seems the parties involved did not realize anything, or perhaps they realized but did not know what to do about it.
Nevertheless, Rosalind was still young, and thinking about the laws of the empire, Eltor shifted the topic: “Now we have occupied half of Castile; by the time the next imperial supplies arrive, Lord Sean will help you ‘restore’ the entire Castile, right?”
“No.”
Rosalind refuted, “The entirety of Castile is already under our control. By the time the next imperial black sails arrive, it won’t just be Castile.”
