Meanwhile, in another room, Kazuhiro sat with a calm composure, sipping his tea as the maids quietly approached. They whispered details about the scene unfolding in Yuuna's room, their voices tinged with embarrassment.
Kazuhiro set his cup down, smirking faintly. "Hmm… I see. Well, I suppose we should let them enjoy themselves. What they're doing isn't technically wrong, considering I've already given my acknowledgment." His smirk deepened with his eyes glinting. "Besides, I wouldn't mind seeing a grandchild of mine born with the blood of the Child of Anti-Prophecy."
In his mind, he could already picture it—an heir carrying both the legacy of his bloodline and the destructive power to overturn prophecy itself.
Of course, he knew the chances were slim. A vampire and a human conceiving a child was a rare occurrence, and the chances of it happening was almost impossibly so. But that didn't bother him at all. Kazuhiro was patient when it came to power, after all.
