MY MAJESTY, VOLUME 4 - Season 9 Episode 8

Lucy sat at the table next to Theodore along with the other people who were part of her family now—listening to people talking and laughing, while Mr. and Mrs. Harris appeared shell shocked without a word coming out of their lips unless somebody asked them a question.

“I was the one who took care of Constance, I know everything that you would need to know. Isn’t that right, Odin,” said Vladimir, and Odin, who had taken a seat next to his master, quickly nodded his head vigorously.

“Master is excellent with children,” agreed Odin.

The young-looking servant of the Devil was too excited to be seated next to his master that he had not dared to touch the silverware that were on the table. With both his hands on his lap and his back straight against the chair, he looked at the food that had been brought by the maids.

Vladimir was busy talking to Madeline on how to take care of the baby since he had had her walk next to him. “I will have three servants of mine in here to serve you. This way I will have little to worry about.”

Calhoun rolled his eyes, “That is unnecessary. We have enough servants in the castle to look after Madeline, most importantly, she has me,” he said, placing his hand on Madeline’s hand that was resting on the top of the table. “Truthfully, I wouldn’t want my wife left in the hands of the maids or even midwives in the future for a long duration. I would rather like to be as involved as I can with her and my child by taking care of her.”

“My great grandchild,” added Vladimir. He then looked at the food that was kept on the table that was leafy green vegetables. “Where is the raw meat? All I see is overcooked meat, and not a hint of blood on it.”

Calhoun smiled at his grandfather, “We don’t know if we are going to have a human or a vampire or a demon or an angel in the family. Madeline and I believe it is best to feed the baby slowly with vegetables just in case it turns out to be a human baby.”

Vladimir loudly huffed, “You are the Devil’s grandson, of course the baby will be a powerful demon.”

Hearing this, the food that Mrs. Harris had swallowed ended up in the wrong pipe, and she coughed to be helped by her husband, who patted her back.

Paying no heed to the Harris family, Vladimir continued, “Our bloodline is strong. I am sure that the child will turn into a little devil!” he gave a curt nod as if it had been finalized.

“Grandpa Vlad,” Lucy spoke to gain his attention, and the Devil turned to look at her. “Weren’t you once an angel? Do you think it will influence the baby? The chances of the child turning into an angel is high.”

“I prefer it doesn’t happen so. Can you imagine the angels leaving the baby alone if it were to turn into an angel. They will take him to Heaven. From what I heard last time, the angels were quite persistent when it came to wanting Madeline to be in Heaven.”

Calhoun couldn’t help but agree with Vladimir’s words. The angels were strange at times when it came to their values, not to forget the way Paschar and Raphael had been punished.

“Let us hope the child turns out to be healthy, we can worry about the remaining things when he or she comes out,” said Madeline. There were still months for the baby to grow inside her belly and then for her to give birth, thought Madeline to herself. This baby that was slowly growing every second, it was going to be loved and cherished, the most loved child, she said to herself.

“Calhoun, I would like you to keep Odin here for a while. He is the best I have had until now and he will make sure to see that Madeline is safe when you aren’t around,” decided Vladimir.

Odin looked at his master in surprise, “Master?” there was a sadness in his voice.

Seeing this, Vladimir rolled his eyes, “I am not sending you forever. It is only until Madeline gives birth to the child. Of course I will call you back from time to time for my own little work.”

But Madeline and Calhoun weren’t too sure about having Odin as the caretaker. The servant did more damage to himself than taking care to make sure no damage would take place.

“We appreciate your help, grandfather, but we’ll be fine. If we do need your help, we’ll be sure to ask for it,” said Calhoun in a serious tone, and Vladimir gave him a nod.

Madeline was eating her boiled peas when a green looking juice was pushed to her side by Vladimir, and he said, “This is made out of many healthy leaves. It doesn’t taste that great but you and the growing baby will be nourished within a few hours. Go on,” he waited for her to drink it.

Just by the looks of it, Madeline felt sick, and she looked at Calhoun, who whispered, “Now you will know I am less pushy than the others in the room,” with a wicked smile on his lips.

“That’s not helpful at all,” whispered Madeline, but everyone at the table heard them, making them chuckle.

Calhoun lovingly looked at his wife, and he then reached for the glass, taking a sip from it before handing it to her, “There, you don’t have to feel lonely that you are drinking it alone.”

At his action, a sweet smile spread on Madeline’s lips, and she raised the glass near her lips before finishing the entire juice.

Vladimir, who was watching this, couldn’t help but feel the emptiness return to his heart. If the world was truly good, his daughter Constance would have been alive. He would have been able to tend to her and be there with her when carrying and giving birth to Calhoun. He had lost the opportunity, and the memory was hard to let go of. It was completely another matter that he would have beaten the man who had sullied his daughter to death in the living world unless the man had been someone who loved Constance.
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