Her breasts beca partially subrged, the nipples still visible above the surface for a mont before she sank lower and they too disappeared beneath the steaming water.
Finally, Seraphine settled into a seated position on the subrged bench, positioning herself directly across from Julian—sufficiently far away that there were perhaps ten feet of water between them.
The water ca up to her shoulders from this seated position, her neck and head remaining above the surface. Her blonde hair, which had been loose around her shoulders, was now getting damp from the steam, beginning to curl slightly at the ends.
The silence stretched between them, and the only sounds were the gentle lapping of water against marble, the occasional drip from sowhere, and their breathing.
Now that she was face-to-face with Julian, Seraphine’s confident expression from monts ago had softened into sothing more vulnerable.
Julian t her gaze calmly. He made no move to approach her, seemingly satisfied to let this mont exist as it was.
The silence continued for another long mont.
Then Seraphine shifted slightly, adjusting her position on the bench, and the movent caused small ripples to spread across the water’s surface. She tilted her head slightly, her expression becoming genuinely curious rather than seductive.
"Father," she said, her voice softer now, "can I ask you sothing?"
"Of course," Julian replied.
"Were you always strong?" Seraphine asked. "I an, when you were young—before you beca what you are now—were you powerful from the beginning? Or did you have to struggle and fight for every bit of strength like the rest of us?"
Julian considered the question, a slight smile playing at his lips. "No one is born powerful, Seraphine. Even those with exceptional talent must work to realize their potential."
"But surely you had advantages," Seraphine pressed, leaning forward slightly, genuinely interested. The movent caused the water to shift around her, drawing attention briefly to her collarbones. "You created an entire world. That’s not sothing an ordinary person accomplishes."
Julian’s expression beca thoughtful, his gaze growing distant with mory. "Hm, I’m not sure about that. Back in our original world, I awakened the lightning elent as my first elent. We were dukes—one of the rulers of the kingdom, serving directly under the king. Nobility with significant power and resources."
He paused, his fingers making small ripples in the water. "And most importantly, I got help from... sothing."
He emphasized the word "sothing" in a way that made it clear there was more to the story, sothing significant he wasn’t fully explaining.
Seraphine’s eyes sharpened with curiosity. "What is this ’sothing’?" she asked, leaning forward slightly in the water. "You make it sound mysterious."
Julian chuckled. "I call it the System. It’s... like a friend. A guide. Sothing that helped understand cultivation showed paths I wouldn’t have found on my own."
His tone was intentionally cryptic, not explaining further. Just that vague description raised more questions than it answered.
Seraphine rolled her eyes. "You’re not going to explain further, are you?"
"Not today," Julian confird with a slight smile.
"Mysterious," Seraphine muttered, but she didn’t press.
Julian continued. "Slowly, I, along with your mothers, reached this point—this level of power. But although I would love to complint myself and claim it was all skill and determination..." he paused, eting Seraphine’s eyes directly, "everything that happened to was because of luck. Trendous, impossible luck."
"Being born into a duke’s family—luck. Awakening a rare elent—luck. Finding the System—incredible luck. Surviving battles that should have killed —luck. eting each of your mothers at exactly the right monts—luck. Even achieving the God Realm the way I did was pure chance, not planned."
Seraphine smiled, her expression warm and slightly teasing. "The wives’ part surely wasn’t just luck. You can’t tell that Regina, Eleanor, Lisa, Isabel, and all the others fell for you purely by chance. You’re charming, Father. Anyone could fall for you if you turned your attention to them."
Julian smiled at the complint, a hint of pride in his expression. "Perhaps I have so charm."
"And what was the purpose behind us?" Seraphine asked, her tone becoming more serious, more pointed. "Having daughters. Why did you want children?"
Julian raised an eyebrow at the question. "Oh? What else could it be? You were born out of love. Your mothers and I wanted to create sothing that represented our bonds, our relationships. Wanting children is natural when you love soone."
Seraphine chuckled, the sound carrying a knowing edge. "Yes, and...?" She let the word hang, clearly expecting more.
Julian’s smile widened slightly, amused by her persistence.
"I am sure a man like you wouldn’t be so half-assed about sothing as important as having children," Seraphine continued, her eyes sharp and perceptive. "There’s always more to your decisions. So what was the other reason?"
Julian’s expression showed clear admiration for her. "You’re very sharp," he acknowledged.
"I learned from watching the best," Seraphine replied. "You, Mother Eleanor, Grandmother Regina—all of you think several steps ahead. So tell , what was the other purpose?"
Julian leaned back against the bench. "You’re right, of course. There was another reason, another purpose beyond just love and wanting a family."
He paused, considering his words carefully. "Breeding. Continuation of our lineage. Ensuring that what we’ve built, what we’ve achieved, doesn’t die with us."
Seraphine’s expression didn’t change—she’d clearly expected sothing like this. "Breeding," she repeated. "You an creating powerful offspring who can carry on your legacy."
"Exactly," Julian confird.
His expression shifted, a mischievous glint entering his eyes. "And to be exact, the plan was to expand our family through them. Through you."
Seraphine’s eyes widened, her breath catching for just a mont. "So you were planning to breed us too?" Her voice carried shock mixed with sothing else—excitent, perhaps. "Make us carry your children? Create another generation directly from you?"
"Well, that was the plan," Julian said casually, as if discussing sothing as simple as weather. "Why create powerful daughters only to have them mate with lesser beings and dilute the bloodline? Better to keep everything concentrated, pure."
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