Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 728 The Idea of ​​Tools (Second Update)

Zero, the Royal Guard, was somewhat nervous. Every time he visited the biological laboratory, he underwent a meticulous examination down to the cellular and mental levels. He might be able to refuse the genetic sages and bio-alchemists in this lab, but he couldn't refuse Maya Hansen's reasonable request. Even during the monarch's creation of him, the head of the biological laboratory had been a significant help; without her painstaking research into genetic modification technology, the Royal Guard's birth would have been a distant dream. The examination took some time, and Zero completed his final task before the black clock representing midnight in the Immortal City struck.

"I will take good care of her. She will be raised by everyone at the Sisters' Club and grow up healthy."

Though caught off guard, Tita held the child with the Helstrom sign firmly in her arms, brought over by the Imperial Guard. The adorable girl, separated from her mother and completely unaware of what was happening, stared wide-eyed at Tita's face. The Sorority had always recruited victims of human trafficking as its primary source of manpower, but not all victims willing to stay were eligible to join. Some were unsuitable for combat or strenuous work—these women were assigned by the Sorority to logistics and other support roles. They were the outer members of the Sorority, all women, an environment that ensured the still-nameless girl received excellent care.

Dita waved her finger behind her, and several women dressed in simple black robes emerged from the shadows of the spire. These women walked barefoot on the rough, cold stone, their expressions tense and almost neurotic. They hunched their shoulders, carefully taking the child and immediately cradling him in their arms. Without looking back, the women returned to the building's shadows, not even glancing at Guard Zero.

"No one but me will know her identity. She will uphold the monarch's laws with her life in the future, just like all her sisters." Tita stood before the monastery gates, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, showing no intention of letting Guard Zero approach any further. Guard Zero recognized the longsword forged by the monarch himself. Tita's sudden display of this command sword, reserved only for battle, was a clear indication of her identity. "Although we are all creations of the monarch, that doesn't mean you can question the sorority's loyalty, nor does it mean that as a member of the Guard you possess power above the sorority."

They are all servants of the monarch, and they are equal among themselves. Zero has no right to give orders to them.

However, Tita knew that this was not the case.

The monarch may have many favors for the Sisterhood, but Guard Zero is the monarch's finest creation, possessing power bestowed upon him by the monarch. He can undertake long missions without sleep or rest, lie in wait for extended periods without food or water, wield heavy weapons with superhuman strength, and think and react with astonishing intelligence. These are all things that girls who have only undergone basic alchemical modifications cannot do. Guard Zero, through meticulous gene editing, and his future brothers, are the monarch's sharpest weapons.

Many androids knew this, and somber discussions about the Praetorian Guard program often took place in the shadows.

The Sisterhood was deeply concerned about the monarch's refusal to allow them to join the Royal Guard, as if the boy and the subsequent Royal Guard would replace them as the monarch's closest confidants. This was also reflected in the priority of research projects at the Martian Foundry; while the Sisterhood possessed three Sky Carriers and numerous special operations teams composed of mortals, many armors and armaments specifically designed for the Royal Guard were under development at the Martian Foundry.

Dita knew she shouldn't be so narrow-minded, so she stopped the discussions about the Royal Guard within the sorority, using relentless, high-intensity training to drain their unfaithful minds, and frequently holding disciplinary and sermon sessions to rekindle the passion of the girls who had recently joined the sorority and had yet to see the true nature of the monarch. She knew the monarch had plans for them; after all, they were the monarch's daughters, and she firmly believed that the monarch loved them as much as they loved the monarch.

“He loves you, the monarch knows everything, yet you have never been able to understand him.” Zero looked into Tita’s eyes. “Excessive worship only blinds you. The monarch does not want to see cowards bowing down to his command, but wise men leading humanity to expand its territory. He wants understanding, not blind obedience.”

"I don't know what you're talking about! You don't know how we were born. We are beings born from the Monarch's soul, and we will always stand beside him!" Tita gripped the hilt of her sword, ready to draw it at any moment and activate the force field on the blade. She tried to maintain her icy expression, not letting anyone see the unease in her soul. Just as Zero had said, the Monarch knew everything, but he had remained silent. This thought nearly overloaded Tita's alchemy engine. She gritted her teeth, a bitter taste rising in her mouth. "Your mission is complete! As for the rest, I will explain it to the Monarch myself!"

"Don't be nervous. I'm not the one who sent the warning. I'm just speaking from the heart." Zero waved his hand. "Don't waste the monarch's favor. He's always willing to grant your requests. You should understand that the monarch doesn't care about these things. What he always wants is for you to complete your mission."

"I don't need you to remind me, boy. You're not the closest to him; we are."

"Perhaps, but I hope you can recognize your place. We are meant to fulfill his mission; we are his sword and bomb, not toys or court animals vying for his favor. You and I both know what the monarch's true ideals are, and I hope you and your girl can understand that. Only those who fulfill their mission can gain the monarch's favor; we are all tools. The monarch sees us this way, and he sees himself this way as well."

"Wait until you get your own name, little boy. You're not quite a proper wrench yet!"

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"Do you want to learn how to educate your children?"

Athena and Vanessa looked at Salomon with a teasing gaze. Vanessa, in particular, as Athena's true friend, had been involved in some mysterious events. However, this intelligent woman never brought it up, continuing to treat Athena and Salomon as ordinary people. The wise goddess of war quite liked this intelligent woman. Salomon sighed, "Recently, I've encountered some problems in this area. For example, two equally close children are arguing, and I can't side with either of them..."

“Fair treatment is crucial in family education,” Vanessa nodded. “Is your solution to attend parties for female artists and socialites? You’ve come to the wrong place. Those women raise their children by handing them over to nannies, stuffing money into their hands, and letting them become complete failures. You won’t learn anything here. As far as I know, you and your girlfriend don’t have any plans to have children yet. Isn’t it too hasty for you to be thinking about this?”

"Of all the people I know, Minerva has the most experience in raising children. The orphanage on Mount Athena never produces any social scum, all thanks to Minerva's education. Including myself, I am able to achieve what I have today because of the education of my dear adoptive mother..."

Athena nodded in satisfaction and raised her glass to Vanessa in a show of pride.

Her favorite thing to do now is to show off her adopted son to her ordinary friends.

"...And you'll have to face this problem sooner or later, Vanessa Marianne," Salomon said with a smile. "I heard you recently found a boyfriend named Wilson Fisk."

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)