Chapter : 3 Baby Baby Babies

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GREMORY CASTLE

The maids were bustling around in preparation for the joyous occasion of the birth of the Gremory grandsons, Dylan and Millicas.

The castle was filled with liveliness. Before the birth of the Gremory grandsons, Venelana gave birth to a daughter, Rias Gremory, who is one month old as of now.

The three babies almost came in line, as if both Zeoticus and Sirzechs had decided to play with their wives at the same time.

However, amidst all this, there was one piece of bad news: Dylan didn't possess any demonic energy, let alone the Power of Destruction, whereas Millicas showed great demonic powers the moment he was born, and Rias, too, was born with good demonic energy. Both of them possessed the Power of Destruction, except for Dylan.

In a Spacious Room

Dylan and Millicas lay in the same cradle side by side. While Dylan was watching the ceiling in a daze, Millicas was holding a small toy in his hand, which made a sound as he threw the toy towards Dylan.

"Why is he throwing it here?" Dylan thought in his infantile mind, seeing Millicas' toy above him. He turned his head to look at Millicas, whose face looked like he would cry any moment.

"Waa Dnnn cdd*( Wait don't Cry)," Dylan attempted to say as he tried to give the toy back to Millicas, but he was too late.

"Wahahhahahhhhhhh!"

"Oh, what happened?" A soft voice came as Grafiya approached the cradle and saw Millicas' toy in Dylan's hands.

"Dylan, you shouldn't take your brother's toy. You have your own toy to play with," Grafiya said as she softly took the toy from Dylan's hands and gave it back to Millicas, who stopped crying.

While Dylan tried to explain that he didn't take it, it just came to him on its own, of course, nobody could understand the words of a newborn child.

Dylan turned to look at his brother, who was smirking at him. "(It seems like you're happy and don't throw your toy towards me)," Dylan mused in his own thoughts seeing silly behavior of his brother.

Click!

The door creaked as Zeoticus entered the room. "Father, is there anything you need?" Grafiya asked from her seat on the sofa ready to get up.

"Daughter, you should rest. There are many maids in the castle doing good work. Just think of this as a holiday and rest for a month," Zeoticus suggested, knowing Grafiya's tendency to work tirelessly. Despite her duties as head maid which she tooked forcibly, she never slacked off. He urged her to take proper rest, knowing she'd likely return to work soon and work tirelessly again and this was good opportunity for her to forced to rest.

"Plus, I came to meet my grandson," Zeoticus added, his face brightening as he walked towards the cradle and picked up Millicas in his arms.

"Grafiya, I'm taking Millicas with me for a while," Zeoticus informed her as he walked away. Something seemed odd as he approached the cradle. Even though Dylan lay beside Millicas, Zeoticus didn't even glance at him, as if he wasn't even there.

IN THE ANOTHER ROOM AT THE GREMORY CASTLE

The room exuded an old vibe with its antique furnishings and portraits adorning the walls.

Venelana lay alongside her newborn baby daughter, Rias, with sweet, puffy cheeks and small crimson hair. She looked like a chubby baby but undeniably cute.

As Zeoticus entered the room with Millicas in his arms, he walked up to Rias and placed him beside her.

"Ah, finally I can take a photo of both of them," Zeoticus exclaimed cheerfully. Like a child, he was enthusiastic about capturing the newborn grandsons and daughter together.

"Darling, where is Dylan?" Venelana questioned, noticing that her husband had only brought Millicas with him.

"He was asleep and didn't want to ruin his sleep," Zeoticus replied absentmindedly as he was engrossed in positioning Rias and Millicas for the photo.

As Venelana accepted her husband words without any doubt, as she too got focused in clicking the babies photos together.

Meanwhile, back in Dylan's room, he pondered about where his grandpa had taken Millicas. Curiosity filled him, but there wasn't much he could do except wait for his chance.

**Will he get the chance?***

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Few hours later, Millicas was brought back to Grafiya, who was busy nursing him as he suckled on her milk, while Dylan drank from a bottle.

Millicas, however, was crying and unwilling to let go of Grafiya. Seeing this, she decided to feed Dylan through the bottle, as he remained quiet and never cried. This situation actually worked in Dylan's favor, as he, being an adult in a baby's body, found the idea of nursing from Grafiya awkward and potentially traumatic.

Truth be told, Dylan had been fed by Grafiya before, but he was half-asleep and believed he was drinking from the bottle.

Dylan gave a thumbs-up to his brother for saving him from the potentially uncomfortable experience.

As time flew like sand, the Gremory grandsons celebrated their first year. Throughout this period, one thing became clear: Millicas was a huge crybaby, according to Dylan. Millicas stuck to Grafiya literally 24 hours a day, even crying when Grafiya tried to hold Dylan.

Despite this, Dylan remained mature. He understood that Millicas was the real child, not him. He didn't feel any jealousy, even though his mother paid a little more attention to Millicas than to him.

During this time, Dylan was mostly cared for by his personal maid, Emma, who was sweet, caring, and, according to Dylan, a bit Attractive considering her figure.

His life was unfolding as he desired. A complete family, which he yearned for, had finally come to him. He didn't want anything more.

However, there was something he found strange about his grandfather. He felt as though Zeoticus ignored him.

"Maybe it's because Millicas is a crybaby and needs lots of attention. It's not like he hates me," Dylan reassured himself with this thought, attempting to erase any suspicions that his grandfather didn't care for him.

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