《THE SACRED WOMB: The King's Seed》 The Aslilian The city of Aslilia, a tiered amphitheater of hive-like dwellings, spiraled down towards bustling markets and ornate temples. High above, on the highest tier, loomed the imposing royal palace. In one of the modest homes, armored guards with spears stood beside a woman veiled in white. One of the Close Sisters, tasked with attending to the King, rapped gently on the rounded door. It opened to reveal a handsome young man. Surprise widened his eyes. "Close Sister?" he stammered, bowing his head. "Blessings upon you, brother," she said, smiling. "You are summoned to our Father''s palace. Come." "As you command," he replied, "but permit me to change." She took his hand. "There''s no need. We will prepare you. Come." With a gentle tug, she led him out, followed by the guards. The door closed behind them, the sounds of the marketplace fading as they began their solemn procession. As they moved through the crowded market, the young man''s discomfort grew. The marketplace activity seemed to freeze, all eyes on them, whispers rippling outwards. He lowered his gaze, cheeks flushing. The Close Sister, unfazed, walked with brisk purpose. Beyond the city, the towering palace walls came into view, guarded by sentries. Access was strictly controlled. The young men, gathered from their homes, gazed at the structure with a mix of awe and fear. Entering the palace grounds, they ascended the grand staircase. At the top, a line of Close Sisters waited, their expressions impassive. "Sisters," the lead Close Sister announced, "escort these young men and prepare them for an audience with our Father." The Sisters bowed, each taking charge of a young man and leading him towards the royal baths. Inside, the Close Sisters began undressing the young men. One young man resisted, swatting hands away. "Keep your hands off me!" he hissed. "I won''t do this!" A guard strode forward, striking the young man¡¯s side with his spear butt. He gasped, collapsing in pain. "The next blow will be to your face," the guard warned coldly. "A marred face will mean your expulsion, and then you''ll learn your fate. Understand?" "Yes," the young man whimpered. "Louder!" the guard barked. Tears stinging his eyes, he choked out, "Yes, I understand!" The undressing continued. Stripped bare, the young men stood vulnerable. As a Close Sister scrubbed his thighs with a charcoal stone, one young man spoke hesitantly. "Sister, what is happening?" She worked in silence. He sighed. "I suppose not." The Sisters proceeded with their preparations: shaving, trimming hair and nails, cleansing teeth, ears, and noses. Finally, they anointed the young men with fragrant oils, applied kohl, and dressed them in white robes. Lined up again, the young men awaited inspection. Aylauna, the lead Close Sister, scrutinized each one. A Sister followed, bearing a pitcher and cup. Each young man was given a drink and made to swallow it under watchful eyes. One attempted to hold the liquid in his mouth, but Aylauna noticed. "Swallow," she commanded, gripping his cheeks. He obeyed, fear evident. "Open your mouth. Tongue," she ordered. He complied, tongue trembling. Satisfied, Aylauna moved on. "Follow me." Outside the King''s chamber, they waited. Aylauna pulled each young man aside. "Do not approach our Father unless commanded," she whispered. "Understand?" Each nodded nervously. The first young man''s turn came. Aylauna opened the door, and he stepped inside. Horror widened his eyes. On a massive bed lay the four-meter-long King, a monstrous figure with clawed hands and a mane of black hair and beard. Naked young men surrounded him, kissing and licking his body. Three were engaged in sexual acts with him for procreative purposes. Close Sisters stood in the corners, some watching, while another played a haunting melody. The King extended a clawed hand. "Come closer, my son," he rumbled. "Don''t be shy." The young man, paralyzed with fear, slowly approached. Outside, Advisor Vya called to Aylauna. "Sister Aylauna." Aylauna turned, composing her features. "Yes, Advisor Vya?" "Walk with me." Vya led her away from the door. Once out of earshot, she spoke bluntly. "Recruit more Close Sisters. Our Father intends to double the production rate."If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. "Double?" Aylauna whispered, aghast. "Do you question our Father''s wisdom?" Vya snapped. "No, of course not," Aylauna backtracked quickly. "But his body may not withstand it." "That is not your concern," Vya dismissed her. "The detached wombs will facilitate the increase. Obey your orders." Aylauna hesitated. "Advisor Vya, there''s a growing problem with the young men¡¯s resistance. I fear something¡­ untoward¡­ may occur." "Irrelevant," Vya declared. "Increase the pressure. Ensure they don''t disturb our Father''s¡­ activities. I''ll have Sister Hiran increase temple services and indoctrination. Obedience is absolute." "Thank you, Advisor Vya," Aylauna murmured, her eyes downcast. As Vya departed, resentment flickered in Aylauna''s eyes. Five soldiers, returning from months patrolling the kingdom''s borders, rode towards Aslilia. "Civilization at last," one sighed. "Tonight, we drink and celebrate!" another exclaimed. "And find some Sisters," a third added, drawing laughter from the others. "What about you, Commander?" The Commander, riding at the front, smiled wearily. "Sleep. Days of it. In my own bed." "Couldn''t agree more, Commander. No sleep like home," another soldier agreed. Reaching the city gates, they were met by a rush of children with outstretched hands. "Give us something, brother!" they chanted. "Thanks be to the Gods for your return!" "Why should I?" one soldier teased. "I''ll thank the Gods myself." "Aren''t children the Gods'' own?" a child retorted. The Commander chuckled, dismounted, and distributed coins. Catching one child trying for a second coin, he grinned. "I saw that! Now off with you, before the market closes." He waved them away, then bid his squad farewell. "Later, brothers." They dispersed into the city. Aelius, the Commander, reached his home and opened the door. "Kaya, I''m home!" Only silence answered. Dust lay thick on the furniture. A bowl of food on the table was covered in mold. He searched the rooms. Empty. But Kaya''s clothes remained. Unease coiled in his gut. He went outside and knocked on his neighbor¡¯s door. "Sister! Sister!" A woman cautiously cracked open the door. "Do you know where Kaya is?" Aelius asked. She remained silent, eyes wide, then quickly shut the door. Turning, Aelius saw another neighbor passing by. "Brother! Do you know where Kaya is?" The man averted his gaze and continued walking. Confusion gnawed at him. He descended the steps towards the market. A hushed voice called his name. "Aelius! Aelius!" He turned and saw Zao, a travelling merchant. "Zao! Welcome back. Do you know what happened to Kaya?" Zao''s voice was low. "Not here. Follow me." Later, in a secluded alley, Zao spoke. "Aelius, I''m not your brother. I don''t belong here. Speaking to you is dangerous." "Where is Kaya, Zao? By the heavens, tell me!" "I don''t know precisely," Zao admitted, "but she''s been missing for nights. Whispers in the market say she angered your Father, the King, or perhaps one of your brothers at court. Be careful, Aelius. Don''t ask too many questions. Act normal. Seek information from those you trust." "Thank you, Zao. You, a stranger, have helped me more than my kin." "She was kind to me," Zao said. "I hope she''s safe." Aelius pressed coins into Zao''s hand. "I don''t want your money," Zao protested. "Use it to gather information," Aelius replied. "Good luck, Aelius. Be careful." "I will." A cloaked figure moved stealthily through the dark alleys. Reaching a house, they placed a rolled parchment in a clay pot by the door, knocked twice, and vanished. Inside, Brother Ricardi, a Temple Elder, retrieved the message. Other Elders were gathered. "What''s the word, Brother Ricardi?" one asked. Ricardi unfurled the scroll. "Hiran calls for a unified sermon on the third day, in every temple. The subject: procreation for God and kingdom." "That old crone!" an Elder spat. "How dare she control our sermons?" "How dare the King, our so-called Father, defy the sacred texts and put a woman in charge of our temples!" another raged. Ricardi''s face hardened. He burned the scroll. "And there''s more. He wants to increase the birth rate. Do you know what that means?" A heavy silence fell. "He defies the Gods!" Ricardi''s voice rose. "He uses demon wombs because he can''t produce enough children himself! He, who carries the Sacred Womb, defiles it!" One Elder, his voice hushed with horror, stammered, ¡°But how¡­ how do they connect these¡­ demonic wombs¡­ to the Sacred Womb? How do they produce¡­ brothers like us?¡± Another Elder, his face pale, offered a hesitant explanation. ¡°They speak of¡­ science. Of a¡­ procedure.¡± Ricardi¡¯s eyes flashed with fury. ¡°Science? Blasphemy! It is sorcery, dark magic! A perversion of the natural order!¡± He slammed a fist on the table. ¡°And mark my words, brothers, they¡¯ll soon demand more Close Sisters. We must ensure that our loyal Sisters are among those sent. We will be the eyes and ears within the palace walls.¡± "But what of the children born of this¡­ abomination?" another Elder asked, his voice laced with disgust. "The King''s offspring, born of the Sacred Womb, are claimed by the brotherhood, raised as our own. What will become of these¡­ demon children?" Ricardi''s lips curled into a thin, cruel smile. "They will be marked. Subtly. But marked nonetheless. We will spread the word, whisper the truth among the families. Let them know these children are tainted, touched by the Devil. Who among our brothers would then dare to take them into their homes?" The Missing Sister Under the light of a full moon, a group of young men sat around a crackling fire, their laughter echoing in the night. They were perched on a rise overlooking the river, sharing stories and jokes. A figure emerged from the darkness, walking towards them. ¡°Look who it is!¡± Theron called out, rising. ¡°The man who lost his virginity with our Father!¡± The others burst into laughter. Eden grinned, reaching the group. ¡°Curse you, brother,¡± he said, handing them a large bottle of liquor. He sat down among them. Theron¡¯s eyes lit up at the sight of the bottle. ¡°Look what he brought! They must have paid you well.¡± ¡°Tell us everything,¡± Davos said eagerly. ¡°What happened?¡± Eden¡¯s smile faded. ¡°It was a nightmare. They made us do everything. Stripped us naked in front of the Close Sisters. One brother protested, and they beat him. You can¡¯t even speak to the Sisters. They don¡¯t respond. Just¡­ obedience. They made us drink something¡­ I have no idea what it was.¡± ¡°And then?¡± Davos pressed. ¡°Our Father¡­ what was he like?¡± Eden shivered. ¡°A monster. A giant sprawled on a huge bed. The drink¡­ it helped us do what we had to do.¡± He gave a nervous laugh, and the others joined in, relieving the tension. "Damn,¡± Theron said, slapping his knee. ¡°Why didn¡¯t they choose us? Easy coin.¡± "Lysander scoffed. ¡°Look at your face. Our Father prefers handsome youths. Only the finest for the Sacred Womb, you know.¡± The others roared with laughter.. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Eden,¡± Davos said, clapping him on the back. ¡°We¡¯ll make it up to you. A visit to one of the Sisters¡­ I know one with a magnificent pair of tits.¡± The laughter intensified.. Lysander remained silent, his expression disgusted. ¡°I don¡¯t understand how you can find this funny,¡± he said, shaking his head. ¡°I traveled with a merchant to the Lands of the Three Queens. That is paradise. Diversity, beauty, nature everywhere. And their Sisters¡­ like ours, but with long hair¡­¡± A wistful look crossed his face. ¡°Their hospitality was exquisite. They treated me like a prince.¡± Theron exploded with laughter, along with the others. "A prince?! A pauper prince!" The King, a mountain of a man, sat alone at a massive table laden with delicacies. Behind him stood the Captain of the Royal Guard, a stern figure overseeing the sentries posted at the doors. A Close Sister placed a steaming bowl of greens before the King and poured him a drink. "Will you require anything else, Father?" she asked respectfully. "My blessings upon you, daughter," the King rumbled, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You may go." She bowed and withdrew as the door opened and Prince Daeghir entered, a wide smile on his face. "Father!" he exclaimed, arms outstretched. "I''ve missed you, Your Majesty!" The King continued eating, barely pausing. Daeghir approached and kissed his father¡¯s right cheek. "Truly, I''ve missed you," he murmured, kissing the same cheek again. "Ooh, you smell divine!" He pressed a third kiss to the same spot. The King chuckled. "Enough with the kisses, boy. Sit and eat with me." Daeghir sat down. "What a feast!" he exclaimed. "Indeed," the King replied. "I must keep my strength up to bring forth healthy sons." Daeghir began to eat. "Delicious, Father," he commented between bites. "Of course," the King said. "The finest cooks among your sisters prepare my meals." He took a small piece of bread, dipped it in a sauce, and held it out to Daeghir.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. Daeghir leaned forward, taking the bread from the King''s fingers with his lips, barely brushing against the King¡¯s skin. "Even more delectable from your hand, Father,". The King signaled to the Captain, who dismissed the guards from the hall with a subtle gesture. ¡°Now, Daeghir,¡± the King began once they were alone, ¡°tell me of your journey.¡± Daeghir composed himself. "The results are promising. The Northmen have agreed to reroute their caravans through the Northern Pass. They requested a five percent tax reduction for five years." ¡°Finally, their pride breaks,¡± the King muttered. ¡°They thought they could isolate me.¡± He paused. ¡°Listen, son. If they want a five percent reduction, increase the bandit activity along the Northern Pass. We¡¯ll make them pay in other ways. But ensure the bandits are skilled and controllable. Those merchants who pull the strings¡­ they¡¯re ruled by their purses. They¡¯ll pay anything for smooth passage through our lands.¡± ¡°And that withered old woman¡­ Hiran¡­ she¡¯s the one who swayed them. She fills their heads with notions of queens on every throne. She fears change. She calls me a heretic, twisting our faith for my own gain. Me? Who loved his siblings before he even became King? But this is the price of ruling those of the same blood and creed. They believe they own a piece of you. That woman¡­ she haunts my dreams.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t concern yourself with her, Father. She¡¯s nearing death. The Seven Princes will come crawling, begging you to settle their disputes. They¡¯ll be yours to command.¡± The King smiled. ¡°That¡¯s why you¡¯re one of my favorites, Daeghir.¡± He started to rise. ¡°Father, before you go,¡± Daeghir said, ¡°there¡¯s something I need to discuss.¡± ¡°Speak, son.¡± ¡°The Sacred Stones. People are talking about them again.¡± The King frowned. ¡°Another hoax like the Sacred Crystal? Worthless by the time they reached market.¡± ¡°This is different, Father. High demand. I¡¯ve been approached about their availability.¡± ¡°By whom?¡± ¡°The Valdrin.¡± The King¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°The Valdrin¡­ When they want something, it¡¯s never for the good of others. Find out what they¡¯re planning, Daeghir. Keep me informed.¡± ¡°Of course, Father.¡± Daeghir rose as the King stood, bowing his head respectfully. As the King reached the door, he paused. ¡°Daeghir,¡± he said, ¡°find darkwood forests we can lease. Clytos needs them for his research.¡± ¡°Ever thoughtful of your sons, Father,¡± Daeghir said, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Aelius pushed open the tavern doors to find utter chaos. Ale sloshed, tables overturned, chairs splintered, and patrons brawled amidst a cacophony of shouts and curses. He carefully navigated the mayhem, dodging flailing fists and flying tankards, searching for his brother, Gavril. He finally spotted him in the thick of the fight, trading blows with a burly, red-faced man. Aelius plunged into the fray, coming to Gavril''s aid. Gavril glanced over, his eyes widening in recognition. A grin split his bruised face. "Aelius!" he roared, pulling his brother into a fierce embrace. "Brother! I''ve missed you!" Together, they fought their way out of the tavern, laughing breathlessly at the absurdity of it all. They found their way to a secluded spot they had frequented as children, a quiet alcove overlooking the river. The familiar scent of river reeds and damp earth brought a wave of nostalgia. "Remember that time Kaya caught us trying to fish with our tunics?" Gavril chuckled, a wistful smile on his face. "We were soaked to the bone, and she just laughed and said, ''At least you¡¯ll be clean for once!''" "We were little terrors," Gavril admitted. "No one wanted us. Too wild, too much trouble. We were passed over time and time again." His smile faded. "Left to fend for ourselves, practically feral. Until Kaya¡­ she saw something in us, something worth saving." "She gave us everything," Aelius said softly, gazing out at the moonlit river. "A home, a name, a family¡­ a future. We owed her everything." "She wasn''t just our sister, Aelius," Gavril said, his voice thick with emotion. "She was our mother, our father¡­ everything." "I always hoped you¡¯d join me as a legionary," Aelius said, breaking the silence. "You''re a skilled fighter, Gavril." Gavril shook his head. "I''ll not be a pawn for that tyrant. Our Father is a cruel man, Aelius, twisting our faith to serve his own ends.¡± Aelius¡¯s face grew serious. "Why did Kaya disappear, Gavril? Do you know anything?" Gavril¡¯s eyes filled with pain. ¡°I¡­ I knew what she was doing was dangerous. Speaking out against our Father, criticizing his laws, calling him a usurper in private gatherings¡­ It was only a matter of time.¡± ¡°But it wasn¡¯t the King who ordered her arrest, was it?¡± Aelius asked, his voice low. ¡°No,¡± Gavril said, tears welling up. ¡°It was Brother Regulus, one of the Ruling Brothers. He had someone watching her, spying on her every move. They took her from her home, imprisoned her in the King¡¯s Prison. No trial, no word to our Father. The King doesn¡¯t even know.¡± He broke down, sobbing. ¡°I couldn¡¯t¡­ I couldn¡¯t do anything¡­ I couldn''t save her¡­¡± Aelius pulled his brother close, his voice firm and resolute. ¡°I swear to you, Gavril. I will find her. I will bring her back.¡± The Price of Blessing The middle of the night found Daeghir in his royal bedchamber, not asleep but hunched over a bowl, furiously scrubbing his tongue with his hand and water. "Damn him," he muttered, his voice thick with disgust. "Eating me with his fingers¡­ revolting. I need¡­ I need to be empty. To vomit." He gripped the bowl, then hesitated. They¡¯ll know. They¡¯ll tell Father. He clutched his throat. And then I¡¯m dead. With a sigh of resignation, he whispered, ¡°Why? Why was I cursed to be born of that¡­ monster?¡± He hurled the bowl against the wall. It shattered, the sound echoing in the quiet room. A knock came at the door. "Brother Envoy?" a Close Sister called from outside. "Is everything alright? Do you need assistance?" Daeghir forced calm into his voice. "It''s nothing, Sister. Just a clumsy mishap. I dropped a bowl." "If you need anything, Brother Envoy," the Sister replied, "please don''t hesitate to call." "Thank you, Sister. I''m going to sleep now." On a balcony overlooking the moonlit forests beyond the city walls, the King stood wrapped in a thick, fur-lined robe, a steaming cup warming his hands. He gazed contemplatively at the landscape, the Captain of the Guard a silent presence behind him. Eva approached quietly, bowing her head. "Forgive the intrusion, Father," she said softly. "I hope you are well?" The King turned, a hint of a smile touching his lips. "Eva, my daughter. Just a breath of fresh air, as you advised. Good for the¡­ constitution." "Of course, Father." "Come, stand beside me." He gestured to the space beside him. Eva joined him at the balcony''s edge. The King set his cup down and drew her close, the warmth of his robe enveloping her as his arm encircled her shoulders in a comforting embrace. "The night is cold, daughter. You need warmth." Eva smiled at her father¡¯s unexpected tenderness. "Such kindness, Father." The King¡¯s gaze swept across the moonlit scene, a wistful look in his eyes. ¡°On nights like these¡­¡± he murmured, lost in thought, ¡°¡­when I was younger¡­ my brothers and I¡­ we¡¯d steal away from the city. Three nights of the full moon¡­ the world bathed in silver. Everything felt¡­ different. Alive.¡± He paused. ¡°Even then, before¡­ everything¡­ I loved to ride under this moon.¡± ¡°Beautiful, isn¡¯t it?¡± the King murmured. "Truly beautiful, Father." A wistful sigh escaped the King''s lips. "I miss those days. The freedom. No restrictions, no ceremony. I understand now how my late mother, the Queen, felt¡­ caged within these walls.¡± He paused. ¡°But I have my sacred duty. We are all¡­ parts of something larger than ourselves.¡± ¡°You bear that duty with grace, Father,¡± Eva said, her voice filled with admiration. ¡°You are our protector.¡± ¡°Kind words, daughter," the King said warmly. "True what they say¡­ a son is a queen¡¯s son, a daughter, a king¡¯s.¡± Eva laughed, hugging him tighter. In the King¡¯s bedchamber, Eva and several Close Sisters helped the King undress. He stood naked for a moment, then lay down on the massive bed. Eva moved to the wall opposite the bed and opened an ornate iron panel. From within, she withdrew a pulsating, organic-looking pod. With practiced movements, Eva attached the pod to the King¡¯s reproductive organs. The Close Sisters handed her more pods, and she continued the process, attaching each one in turn. With each connection, the King winced, his hand gripping the bedsheets. ¡°Bear with it, Your Majesty,¡± Eva murmured. ¡°Just one more.¡± She attached the final pod. ¡°There. We¡¯re done.¡± Eva and the Sisters covered the King with a thick blanket. The Sisters filed out silently. Eva leaned down, kissing the King¡¯s hand before gently tucking it under the covers. He was already asleep. She watched him for a moment, then quietly left the room.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. As Eva left the King¡¯s chamber, she paused, giving the Captain of the Guard, Theron, a pointed look. "Good night, Brother Theron." "Good night, Sister Eva," Theron replied, his eyes lingering on her as she walked away. He waited by the King''s door until his replacement arrived. Theron made his way to his own quarters. Theron entered his room to find Eva standing by the fireplace, her back to him. "Sister Eva?" he asked, a note of surprise in his voice. "Is something the matter?" Eva turned, her face unreadable. She stepped close to him, her gaze unwavering. "I saw you looking at me, Brother Theron," she said, her voice low and cold. "While I attended to our Father." Theron stiffened. "That¡¯s a dangerous accusation, Sister. I¡¯d need proof.¡± Without warning, Eva pulled him into a fierce kiss. Theron¡¯s surprise quickly melted into desire. He wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Their passion ignited, consuming them both. Later, they lay naked in Theron''s bed. Theron lit a long-stemmed pipe, the scent of sweet tobacco filling the air. He blew out the candle and tossed it aside, then took a long draw from the pipe before passing it to Eva. ¡°That¡­ sycophant,¡± Theron said, his voice laced with resentment. "Daeghir. Prancing into Father''s dining hall while he eats, kissing his cheek like a spoiled child. None of us would dare. Why does he get away with it?" Eva took a puff from the pipe, exhaling a stream of fragrant smoke. ¡°Jealousy, Brother Theron?¡± she purred, her eyes glinting with amusement. ¡°Envious of your brother¡¯s favored position? Were you jealous too when Father embraced me on the balcony?¡± Theron took the pipe back, his expression hardening. ¡°At least you love our Father,¡± he said, his voice tight. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, dear Theron," Eva said softly, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest. ¡°Our Father knows how to use those around him. Now¡­ gather your composure, Captain. You have a duty to perform.¡± She handed him the pipe. ¡°And try not to let your¡­ feelings¡­ cloud your judgment.¡± Sunlight streamed through the high windows of the Grand Temple of Aslilia, illuminating Lyra as she stood on the dais, delivering her sermon. The congregation, a modest gathering of brothers and sisters, stood in loose rows, their attention fixed on her. ¡°The Gods commanded us,¡± Lyra¡¯s voice resonated through the temple, ¡°to cultivate the earth, to nurture its bounty. And from our sacred wombs, to bring forth new life, a blessed inheritance for our sisters, that they, too, may protect and fulfill this holy mission.¡± She paused, her gaze sweeping across the assembled worshippers. ¡°Therefore, my brothers and sisters, when called upon to perform this sacred duty, do not hesitate. Know that your reward will be great, a place among the honored in the blessed afterlife, as promised by the Gods themselves.¡± She lowered her head, her voice becoming softer, more reverent. "Now, join me in prayer. Let us offer our devotion to our Father, the vessel of the Sacred Womb, that he may be granted strength and guidance in his holy task. May the Sacred Womb be blessed and fruitful, ensuring the prosperity of Aslilia for generations to come. Amen." As the congregation filed out of the Grand Temple, Lyra stood by the door with her assistant, offering blessings and farewells. Brother Ricardi, his face beaming, approached her. "Sister Lyra," he said, taking her hand. "A most inspiring sermon. It is essential to remind our brothers and sisters of their sacred duty to our holy Father." Lyra returned his smile, her eyes polite but guarded. "Thank you, Brother Ricardi. I appreciate your support and guidance. Blessings upon you." "No, no, Sister," Ricardi insisted. "The thanks belong to you. The Elder Brothers entrusted you with the vital task of guiding our younger siblings. Though I must observe, the attendance today was¡­ less than we might have hoped. The distractions of the world, I fear, are pulling them away from their sacred obligations. But I assure you, I will redouble my efforts to counsel and remind them, especially the younger generation, of their duty." "Indeed," Lyra replied, her tone neutral. "That is what is expected of you, Brother." "May the Gods preserve you, Sister Lyra." Ricardi bowed his head and departed. Back in her office, Lyra paced restlessly, gnawing on her fingernail. "That viper," she muttered, her voice tight with frustration. "Smiling to my face, then mocking the low attendance. I''d wager he''s behind it somehow." Her assistant watched her with concern. "Why do you tolerate him? Why not imprison him and his followers among the Elder Brothers? End this charade?" Lyra stopped pacing, her expression hardening. "No. We cannot give the people¡­ cause for further unrest. Imprisoning Ricardi would only exacerbate the situation.¡± She resumed her pacing, her voice low and determined. "They are cornered, desperate. They will overreach. Then we will act. We will bring them to justice. But we must be patient. And watchful." She turned to her assistant, her eyes sharp. "Keep your eyes and ears open. I want to know everything Ricardi and his followers are doing." Seeds of Rebellion Aelius meticulously cleaned and tidied Kaya¡¯s home, a sense of emptiness clinging to the air. A sharp knock echoed through the stillness. He opened the door, glancing quickly left and right before pulling Zao inside. ¡°Zao? What is it?¡± ¡°I found the informant who betrayed Kaya,¡± Zao said, his voice low. ¡°His name is Kaelen. He works with the builders on the eastern wall, directly under Regulus.¡± Aelius¡¯s eyes flashed with anger. He strode to the table, snatched up his sword, and buckled it on. "Go," he commanded Zao. "Find Gavril. Tell him to meet me there. I''m going after this Kaelen." Aelius found the construction site bustling with activity. He approached a group of builders. "Do you know a Kaelen?" he asked. One of the builders pointed towards a young man carrying bricks. Kaelen, noticing he was the subject of attention and seeing the sword at Aelius¡¯s side, froze. He took a step back, his eyes widening with fear. ¡°You there, boy! Stop!¡± Aelius commanded. Kaelen bolted, his agility surprising. He weaved through the crowded marketplace. Aelius, sword drawn, gave chase. Kaelen, seeing a vendor¡¯s cart piled high with cages of squawking birds, shoved it violently into Aelius¡¯s path. Feathers flew as the cart overturned, momentarily blocking Aelius¡¯s pursuit. Aelius cursed and vaulted over the wreckage, catching sight of Kaelen disappearing down a narrow alley. He followed, the sounds of the chase echoing through the narrow passage. Kaelen kicked over a stack of barrels, sending them rolling towards Aelius. He dodged them easily and lunged forward, his sword narrowly missing Kaelen as he ducked into a side street. Kaelen glanced back, a smirk playing on his lips, as he turned abruptly into a seemingly deserted alleyway. Aelius, sensing a trap, slowed his pace, his hand tightening on his sword hilt. He cautiously entered the alley, his eyes scanning the shadows. The alley opened into a small, open courtyard. Kaelen spun around, his smirk widening into a triumphant grin. ¡°Brothers!¡± he shouted. ¡°Help me!¡± Five men emerged from the shadows surrounding the courtyard, weapons glinting in the sunlight. They circled Aelius, trapping him. The first attacker, armed with two daggers, charged, his body low to the ground. As he neared, Aelius kicked a cloud of dust and grit into the attacker¡¯s face. Blinded and disoriented, the man stumbled. Aelius seized the opportunity, striking him with a powerful forearm blow that sent him sprawling. The second attacker lunged forward, his sword flashing. Aelius parried the blow, their blades clashing. He quickly gained the upper hand, disarming his opponent with a sharp twist of his wrist. The man cried out as Aelius¡¯s sword grazed his cheek, drawing blood. He stumbled back, falling to the ground. A massive figure, wielding a large axe, charged, roaring like a beast. Aelius rolled aside, narrowly avoiding the blow. He sprang to his feet, now behind his attacker, and delivered a swift kick to the back of the man¡¯s knees. The attacker slammed into the wall, the air whooshing from his lungs. The remaining two attackers pressed their assault, their swords a blur of steel. Aelius met their attack, his single sword against their two. The courtyard echoed with the clang of steel on steel. Suddenly, in a swift, unexpected maneuver, all three swords clattered to the ground. Aelius, caught off guard, had been disarmed. Before he could react, they grabbed him, pinning his arms behind his back. The massive axeman, recovering from his collision with the wall, lumbered towards Aelius, his axe raised high. Just as he was about to bring the weapon down, a large clay pot shattered against the back of his head. He crumpled to the ground. Gavril stood behind him, the broken remnants of the pot at his feet. Freed from his captors¡¯ grip, Aelius spun around, quickly dispatching the two disarmed men. They fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Aelius grabbed Kaelen, shoving him roughly against the wall, the point of his sword pressed just below the young man¡¯s chin. "Why?!" Aelius roared, his voice echoing in the narrow alleyway. "Why did you do it? Why Kaya?!" Kaelen stammered, his eyes wide with terror. "Nothing personal! Regulus paid me! I just listened, told him what I heard. Just for a few coins, I swear!"This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Aelius pressed the sword closer, his grip tightening. ¡°Tell me more.¡± "He¡­ he has us choose the young men¡­ the ones¡­ for our Father," Kaelen blurted out, tears streaming down his face. "I swear, that''s all! Just choosing¡­ please¡­" "You''re mine now, boy," Aelius hissed, shoving Kaelen against the wall again. "You will tell me everything Regulus asks of you. And you will follow my orders. If anyone finds out about this, if a single word reaches Regulus, I¡¯ll slit your throat and the throats of everyone you know. Understand?¡± Kaelen nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. "I swear! I¡¯ll do whatever you say!" ¡°Then go.¡± Aelius released him. Kaelen scrambled to his feet and fled. Aelius and Gavril walked in silence for a while. "Why didn''t you kill him?" Gavril asked, his brow furrowed. "Aren''t you worried he''ll tell Regulus everything?" "He knows if he talks, he''s a dead man," Aelius replied calmly. "He''ll choose survival. He¡¯ll play both sides. We can use that." "One of your legionaries was looking for you," Gavril said. "He told me to tell you General Marcus is in the city. He asked about you." Aelius frowned. "Marcus? Here? What''s he doing in Aslilia?" "Probably attending the High Council meeting with Father," Gavril replied. "You should meet with him, Aelius, to avoid suspicion." "I''ll meet with him tomorrow morning, before he leaves," Aelius said. "But right now, I need to go. I''m going to see if I can find Ricardi." "Ricardi?!" Gavril exclaimed, his eyes widening. "Are you serious? That old snake never cared for Kaya. He won¡¯t help." "I know that," Aelius said, his voice grim. "But I need to understand where the Elder Brothers stand. Before I take any further steps.¡± "I still don''t understand," Gavril said, shaking his head. "But be careful, Aelius. Those Elders are dangerous. You can¡¯t trust them.¡± "Don''t worry, brother," Aelius reassured him. "I''ll be careful. I''ll see you later." In the grand throne room, the High Council of Aslilia was in session. The King, his belly slightly distended, sat upon his towering throne. The council members were assembled before him: Regulus, Regent of Aslilia; General Marcus, ruler of the western military city; Lord Valerius, Regent of the eastern trading city; Master Silas, the Treasurer; Clytos, the King¡¯s advisor on research and science; Eva, responsible for the King¡¯s health; and Lyra, in charge of religious affairs. The three Regents sat on the right, one chair conspicuously empty. The advisors occupied the left side. Master Silas stood, his voice tight with concern. ¡°Father, I do not question your sacred duty, but I implore you to reconsider this increase in births. With the mines closed, many brothers are without work, and some children are not being adopted. Our livestock and crops have suffered this year. Thefts are on the rise, and banditry plagues our roads¡­¡± Regulus slammed his hand on the table. "Mind your tongue in our Father¡¯s presence! How dare you question his sacred duty?! And how dare you accuse our brothers and sisters of theft and banditry! You know full well it is the outsiders, the foreigners, those influenced by that demonic hag in Cladys! As for the idle¡­ some of our brothers have grown too comfortable, too unwilling to work for honest wages.¡± The King remained silent, observing the exchange. ¡°Brother,¡± Silas challenged, his voice rising, ¡°perhaps you can explain the wages being paid to those repairing the eastern wall? As Treasurer, I¡¯m curious. The wall is sound. No damage, no breaches. Why the sudden renovations?¡± Regulus stammered, caught off guard. ¡°It¡­ it is a¡­ precautionary measure. Strengthening our defenses.¡± ¡°And you, Brother Marcus,¡± Silas continued, turning to the general. ¡°Why¡­¡± Marcus quickly nudged Lord Valerius, and they both rose, their voices booming as they interrupted Silas, drowning out his accusations with a barrage of indignant shouts. Suddenly, the King¡¯s voice, amplified by the vast chamber, thundered above the din. "Silence!" The council members instantly fell silent and resumed their seats. ¡°The Northern Pass will reopen,¡± the King declared, addressing Marcus. ¡°Increase patrols immediately.¡± Marcus stood. ¡°As you command, Father. I will recruit more brothers for the task.¡± He sat down. The King turned to Lord Valerius. ¡°Begin searching for Sacred Stones in the abandoned mines. Gradually. Discreetly. We must be first. Employ your brothers in this endeavor.¡± Valerius rose. "As you command, Father." He sat. The King surveyed the council. "Do you all support the increased birth rate?" Every hand went up, except Silas¡¯s, who hesitated before slowly raising his own. ¡°The council is adjourned,¡± the King announced. He rose, and the council members followed suit, bowing their heads as he exited through a rear door. Silas, his face a mask of fury, stormed out the main entrance. The three Regents followed, their voices low as they conferred amongst themselves. ¡°That fool,¡± Valerius muttered. ¡°Why is he so obsessed with us?¡± ¡°Ignore him,¡± Marcus said dismissively. ¡°He¡¯s just venting his frustration. He¡¯s powerless.¡± Regulus clapped Marcus on the shoulder. ¡°Brothers, let¡¯s not let him spoil our mood. Tonight, we celebrate. My city, my treat.¡± ¡°Always the generous host,¡± Marcus chuckled. The three Regents walked away, their laughter echoing in the high-ceilinged corridor outside the throne room. Beneath the Palace Walls In the dimly lit royal bedchamber, the King lay upon his immense bed. Clytos knelt beside him, his fingers gently probing the taut skin of the King¡¯s pregnant belly. He carefully anointed the swollen flesh with medicinal oils. Clytos says to the king, you seemed to enjoy this argument, father. A faint smile touched the King¡¯s lips. The king smiles and says I love your brother Silas when he loudly judges your arrogant brothers makes them look weak in front of me. Clytos and the King laugh. Clytos asks, I just wonder why you keep them and you know very well that they are corrupt? ¡°Loyalty is a rare commodity, my son. Honest men are easily swayed. Your brothers¡­ they are not beyond redemption. I believe¡­ I can shape them.¡± Clytos never ceases to surprise me, father. The King responds with confirmation, my son it is the experience of years. ¡°But Father, don¡¯t you think that if you allow your sons¡ªand I mean by that all the spectra of your people¡ªto oppose, criticize, and express their opinions, it makes the individual''s character strong and not shaken in front of the enemies of our nation?¡± The King¡¯s gaze softened, and he gestured for Clytos to continue. The father looks at him Relaxed, continue, my son. All I mean, my father, if they fear opposing you, they will not be qualified to oppose your enemies. Suddenly, the King¡¯s massive hand lashed out, seizing Clytos¡¯s wrist, the one still resting upon his swollen belly. The king says to him angrily, "Don''t you ever cross your boundaries with me and lecture me on how to deal with my sons again," while he squeezes and crushes Clytos¡¯s wrist bones. Clytos¡¯s face remained impassive, revealing nothing of the agony he surely felt. Clytos keeps his face cool and shows no expressions of pain, "Excuse me, my father, I only wanted to see your wisdom in this matter." The King abruptly released Clytos¡¯s hand. The flesh below the King¡¯s iron grip, now a sickly shade of purple, pulsed with suppressed pain. He lowered his hand, the useless limb dangling at his side. Yet, he continued to gently massage the King¡¯s belly with his other hand. "My son, your brothers need my care. They do not know what is in their best interest. If I allow everyone to oppose them, they will rebel against me, the order will fall, and if the order falls, the kingdom will fall, and if the kingdom falls, all your brothers, including you, will become homeless." Clytos replies You always amaze me, father, with your great vision. Clytos stopped his ministrations. Clytos stops rubbing the king''s belly and says, "We are done, father." He rose, bowing his head slightly. Clytos stands up and says, "I have good news, Your Majesty. After you give birth this month, next month you will not need to carry yourself. We will make the surrogate wombs do it completely." "King Father, this is good news. Well done, my son. You did it in a short time. Now, you are dismissed. I require rest." Clytos bowed again and silently withdrew from the royal presence. In his research laboratory, Clytos sat hunched over a thick notebook, his injured hand resting limply in his lap. With his good hand, he meticulously documented his observations: ¡°The King¡¯s strength remains¡­ remarkable.¡± A knock echoed through the room. ¡°Enter,¡± Clytos called, closing the notebook. Aylauna entered. ¡°You summoned me, Brother Clytos?¡± ¡°Indeed, Sister Aylauna,¡± Clytos replied. ¡°I require a few¡­ special tonics¡­ for our Father.¡± He gestured towards a shelf filled with vials and flasks. Aylauna¡¯s gaze fell upon Clytos¡¯s injured hand. "Gods above, Brother! What happened to your hand?¡± She rushed to his side, gently taking his injured hand in hers. Clytos stammered, avoiding her gaze. ¡°It¡¯s nothing. A minor¡­ accident.¡± ¡°A minor accident?¡± Aylauna¡¯s voice was sharp with concern. ¡°It looks¡­ terrible. Sister!¡± she called out. A younger Close Sister hurried into the room. ¡°Bring bandages and splints. Quickly.¡± Turning back to Clytos, Aylauna said, ¡°I imagine you have something¡­ here¡­ that could help with that.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Clytos replied, still flustered. ¡°In that cabinet.¡± Aylauna found the cabinet and retrieved a vial filled with a dark green liquid. Returning to Clytos, she carefully poured the potion over his injured hand. The younger Sister returned with the bandages and splints. ¡°Thank you, Sister,¡± Aylauna said, taking the supplies and dismissing the young woman with a nod. As Aylauna expertly wrapped the splints and bandages around Clytos¡¯s hand, he murmured, ¡°Thank you, Aylauna. I appreciate this.¡±The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°Save your thanks, Brother,¡± Aylauna replied, her voice gentle but firm. ¡°Perhaps you should be more mindful of your surroundings. You¡¯ve been¡­ distracted lately. Lost in thought. It will be your undoing.¡± Clytos looked at her, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. ¡°What makes you say that?¡± Aylauna smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. ¡°Intuition, Brother Clytos. Perhaps¡­ a touch of nosiness. But in this case¡­ I suspect there are matters at play that are¡­ beyond my purview. So, I shall refrain from prying.¡± Clytos¡¯s lips twitched into a small smile. ¡°There!¡± Aylauna exclaimed. ¡°A smile! See, Brother? It suits you.¡± She finished securing the bandage. At that moment, Eva entered the room. Her eyes widened at the sight of Clytos¡¯s bandaged hand. ¡°Gods! Clytos! What happened? Are you alright?¡± ¡°A¡­ a fall,¡± Clytos stammered. ¡°On the stairs. Sister Aylauna was kind enough to assist me.¡± ¡°Then why summon me?¡± Eva asked, her brow furrowed. Clytos rose to his feet. "Come with me, Eva." He paused at the door, turning back to include Aylauna. "Sister Aylauna. Join us. This concerns you as well.¡± At the end of a long, dimly lit corridor in the palace basement, a small, unassuming door stood guarded by two sentries. Clytos, Eva, and Aylauna approached. Clytos nodded to the guards, who unlocked and opened the heavy door. He took a torch from a nearby sconce, its flickering flame casting long, dancing shadows as they descended a narrow, winding staircase into the darkness below. ¡°As you know,¡± Clytos began, his voice echoing slightly in the confined space, ¡°the monthly birth rate has¡­ diminished. Down to the hundreds, I¡¯m afraid. Our Father, being¡­ a King¡­ is¡­ less efficient in this regard than the Queens of neighboring kingdoms, who produce thousands of offspring each month. He tasked me with finding a solution.¡± He paused. ¡°After much research and experimentation¡­ this is what I have achieved.¡± They reached the bottom of the stairs and entered a vast chamber. The walls pulsed with a network of translucent, veined sacs¡ªthe detached wombs¡ªconnected by thick, throbbing tubes. Inside each sac, floating in a viscous fluid, fully formed human fetuses slowly drifted. Eva and Aylauna gasped, their eyes wide with a mixture of wonder and revulsion. ¡°The detached wombs,¡± Eva breathed, her voice hushed. ¡°I¡¯d only heard rumors¡­ never seen them¡­¡± ¡°They will birth in sync with our Father,¡± Clytos explained. ¡°That is why I wanted you both to see this. Preparations must be made.¡± Aylauna approached one of the pulsating sacs, kneeling before it. ¡°May I¡­ touch it?¡± she asked hesitantly. ¡°Of course,¡± Clytos replied. Aylauna gently touched the surface of the sac, her gaze fixed on the fetus within. ¡°They¡¯re¡­ beautiful,¡± she whispered. ¡°But¡­ will they be¡­ normal?¡± ¡°So far, they appear to be developing¡­ typically,¡± Clytos assured her. ¡°We¡¯ve observed no¡­ abnormalities.¡± ¡°How many?¡± Eva asked, her eyes scanning the vast network of wombs. ¡°Some hold dozens,¡± Clytos replied. ¡°Others, hundreds. Eventually, we¡¯ll reach the same¡­ output¡­ as the Queens. After this month¡¯s birthing, I plan to increase the number significantly. Our Father deserves¡­ respite from his burden.¡± He paused, his brow furrowing. ¡°The¡­ acquisition¡­ of new¡­ materials¡­ is proving increasingly difficult, however.¡± Eva walked along the wall, tracing the network of tubes connecting the wombs. Her brow furrowed. "Are these¡­ connected to¡­ those things¡­ I attach to the King each night?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and revulsion. "How does this¡­ work, Clytos?" ¡°Simply put,¡± Clytos explained, ¡°it¡¯s a matter of¡­ transferring the seed generated by the Sacred Womb into these¡­ receptacles. If the seed remains within the Sacred Womb, most¡­ fail to thrive. This way, we increase the¡­ yield.¡± ¡°And the birthing itself?¡± Aylauna asked, still kneeling before the womb. ¡°Will it be¡­ natural? Uncomplicated?¡± ¡°I hope so,¡± Clytos said. ¡°That is why I need you and the most experienced Close Sisters to assist us. Your expertise will be invaluable.¡± ¡°Of course, Brother Clytos,¡± Aylauna replied. ¡°But I have a¡­ suggestion¡­¡± In the southern reaches of Aslilia, under the harsh midday sun, Daeghir and his entourage rode through a desolate landscape of dust and rock. Beside him rode his advisor, his face creased with worry. ¡°Brother Daeghir,¡± the advisor said, ¡°we¡¯ve been riding for hours. Nothing but vultures and barren plains. I fear we¡¯re lost.¡± Daeghir nudged the advisor sharply with his elbow. ¡°Remember your place, Cassian. Out here, it¡¯s ¡®my lord,¡¯ not ¡®brother.¡¯¡± ¡°Of course, my lord,¡± Cassian corrected himself quickly. ¡°But¡­ are we lost?¡± ¡°Patience,¡± Daeghir replied, his voice tight. ¡°The Madman¡¯s Cave is near. Though why Father insists I deliver these orders personally¡­ I can¡¯t fathom. I''ve entangled myself in a sordid affair, it seems.¡± Unseen, concealed by a spell of reflection, Bathekson lurked nearby. As Daeghir and his entourage rode past, Bathekson materialized suddenly before them, his voice a startling rasp. "A sordid affair, you say, Your Majesty?" Daeghir yelped, startled, and nearly tumbled from his horse. His guards drew their swords, but Daeghir quickly raised a hand, stopping them. Fear flickered in his eyes as he addressed Bathekson. Bathekson let out his unsettling laugh. ¡°Ahahahahaha! The mighty Daeghir, reduced to a mere courier. How¡­ thrilling. Tell me, what message does our Father deem so important that he sends his precious son to deliver it personally? Or perhaps¡­¡± His eyes gleamed. ¡°¡­you enjoy these little excursions into my territory?¡± ¡°If you hadn¡¯t been intercepting my messengers," Daeghir said, his voice trembling slightly despite his attempt at bravado, "I wouldn¡¯t have been forced to come here myself. I don¡¯t answer to you, Bathekson. Only to our Father. Do you understand?¡± "Our Father commands you to resume operations along the Northern Pass," Daeghir continued, his tone sharper now. "But discreetly. No¡­ mishaps. Is that clear?¡± ¡°The Northern Pass?¡± Bathekson mused, feigning innocence. ¡°Excellent. The caravans along this road are¡­ less than prosperous.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t get greedy,¡± Daeghir warned, his fear more evident now. "Father has also ordered increased patrols. He¡¯ll know if there''s any¡­ unnecessary bloodshed. Be warned, Bathekson.¡± As Daeghir and his men turned to leave, Bathekson¡¯s voice echoed behind them. ¡°Our Father plays a dangerous game, Your Majesty. Balancing order and chaos¡­ He risks being consumed by the flames.¡± Daeghir flinched at the mocking title but didn¡¯t turn back. "If you think you are the fire, Bathekson,¡± he called out, his voice strained, ¡°our Father will simply¡­ extinguish you. And replace you.¡± ¡°Ahahaha! Duly noted¡­ Your Majesty." Bathekson¡¯s mocking laughter followed them as they rode away. The Birthing and the Betrayal Aelius entered the dimly lit temple, his footsteps echoing on the stone floor. He approached an Elder Brother, a stout man with a carefully trimmed beard ¨C Brother Marius. Aelius clasped the man¡¯s hands warmly. ¡°Brother Marius,¡± he said, ¡°a blessing to see you.¡± ¡°And to you, Brother Aelius,¡± Marius replied, his smile warm and welcoming. ¡°It has been too long. You have always been a generous supporter of this temple, ever since you were a boy. I grieve for what has befallen Kaya. Such a kind soul. May the Gods grant her swift release.¡± ¡°Thank you for your kind words, brother,¡± Aelius said. ¡°Which is why I¡¯ve come to you today. I need to speak with Brother Ricardi. Urgently. Tonight, if possible.¡± Marius hesitated, his smile faltering. ¡°I would gladly assist you, brother, but¡­ a meeting with Brother Ricardi is¡­ difficult to arrange. He is a very busy man.¡± Aelius placed a heavy purse, overflowing with coins, into Marius¡¯s hand. His fingers remained on the purse, however, preventing Marius from closing his hand around it. ¡°I believe a man of your faith can achieve the impossible, brother,¡± Aelius said, his voice soft but firm. Marius¡¯s eyes darted nervously between Aelius¡¯s face and the enticing weight in his hand. He gave a nervous chuckle. ¡°As I said, brother, what you ask is¡­ difficult. Very difficult.¡± Aelius slowly pulled the purse back. Instinctively, Marius¡¯s hand reached out, hovering over the retreating coins. His eyes gleamed with avarice. ¡°But¡­¡± he said, a smile spreading across his face, ¡°¡­I will see what I can do. Perhaps¡­ a miracle can be arranged.¡± ¡°Tonight, brother,¡± Aelius said. ¡°I need to see him tonight.¡± He released the purse into Marius¡¯s grasp. Marius clutched the purse, sinking to his knees to examine its contents. His eyes shone with uncontainable greed. ¡°Tonight it is, brother. And thank you¡­ for your generous¡­ donation.¡± Under the cloak of night, Aelius followed Brother Marius through the twisting streets of Aslilia. Marius led him to a small, deserted temple on the outskirts of the city. ¡°He awaits you inside, brother,¡± Marius said, gesturing towards the darkened entrance. ¡°May the Gods guide you.¡± Aelius stepped inside. The air was thick with the smell of incense and dust. At the far end of the temple, Ricardi lit candles, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. His voice, amplified by the temple''s emptiness, echoed around Aelius. ¡°Brother Aelius,¡± Ricardi said, his tone measured and calm. ¡°Brother Marius tells me you are a devout man, a true believer. I grieve for what has happened to Sister Kaya. Though I often disagreed with her¡­ views¡­ I never wished her ill.¡± ¡°Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Brother Ricardi,¡± Aelius said. ¡°I¡¯m here to ask for your help in securing Kaya''s release. I''m willing to offer¡­ compensation¡­ for your assistance. I know our faith abhors injustice, no matter who the victim.¡± Ricardi¡¯s voice turned cold. ¡°You speak of injustice, brother? Where was your concern for the countless other brothers and sisters suffering injustice before Kaya¡¯s arrest? Did you only notice injustice when it touched your own doorstep?¡± ¡°I would prefer we not resort to such¡­ rhetoric, Brother Ricardi,¡± Aelius replied, his voice level. ¡°I¡¯m not here to debate past grievances. Let¡¯s be honest, you and the Elder Brothers only started¡­ caring about injustice when Sister Lyra took your place.¡± Ricardi''s eyes narrowed. "We know you''ve been busy, Aelius. Moving around the city, making inquiries. We are watching you. Cause us any trouble, you or your¡­ associates¡­ and you will face the consequences. We will not be a part of your¡­ schemes. Our cause is far greater. We serve the Gods. We enact their will. Nothing else matters.¡± ¡°May the Gods guide you to the true path, Brother Ricardi,¡± Aelius said, his voice laced with irony. ¡°And should you¡­ reconsider your position¡­ you know where to find me.¡± He turned and walked out of the temple, leaving Ricardi alone in the flickering candlelight. Regulus, Marcus, and Valerius, the Ruling Brothers, luxuriated in a large, steamy bath, surrounded by naked women, music, and laughter. Wine flowed freely as they relaxed in the warm water. ¡°What shall we do about Silas?¡± Regulus asked, swirling the wine in his goblet. Marcus raised an eyebrow. ¡°What do you propose, brother?¡± ¡°He needs to be¡­ dealt with,¡± Valerius said, his voice cold. ¡°He questions everything we do in front of Father,¡± Regulus complained. ¡°It¡¯s only a matter of time before his suspicions grow, and he finds a reason to¡­ remove us.¡± ¡°I wouldn¡¯t worry about him,¡± Marcus said dismissively. ¡°He¡¯s no threat. Besides, if something were to¡­ happen to him, we¡¯d be the obvious suspects.¡± Regulus scoffed. ¡°Since when is the great General Marcus afraid of a scrawny, bookish Treasurer? Leave Silas to me. I will handle him.¡± ¡°Always so¡­ decisive, brother,¡± Marcus said, raising his goblet. ¡°If that is your decision, then I wish you good hunting.¡± They clinked their goblets together, their laughter echoing in the steam-filled room. Marcus, surrounded by his escort of soldiers, emerged from the palace on horseback. As he rode through the city gates, Aelius approached on foot, snapping a sharp military salute. ¡°General Marcus, good morning, sir!¡± Marcus grinned. ¡°Aelius! Where have you been hiding? Enjoying the¡­ hospitality¡­ of our city sisters, I trust?¡± Aelius smiled back. ¡°Indeed, General. Enjoying some much-needed rest and relaxation.¡± Marcus gestured to one of his soldiers. ¡°Give Aelius a mount.¡± Once Aelius was mounted, Marcus said, ¡°Ride with me, Aelius. We have much to discuss.¡± They rode side-by-side beyond the city walls, the bustling city fading behind them. ¡°Aelius,¡± Marcus began, his tone turning serious, ¡°when you¡¯ve finished your¡­ business¡­ in the city, I need you back at the legionary fortress. As soon as possible.¡± ¡°Has something happened, sir?¡± Aelius asked. ¡°The Northern Pass is open again,¡± Marcus explained. ¡°We need to secure our¡­ interests¡­ along the route. I need you there, Aelius. You¡¯re my most trusted officer.¡±If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Do you think they know, sir?¡± Aelius asked, his voice low. ¡°They¡¯ll be eager,¡± Marcus replied angrily. ¡°And greedy. No one can keep them in check like you.¡± ¡°I will return as soon as I can, General,¡± Aelius assured him. ¡°My men and I will secure the Northern Pass. You have my word.¡± ¡°Good. I¡¯m counting on you, Aelius. Return quickly." "Yes, sir,¡± Aelius replied. ¡°I must return to the city now. Safe travels, General.¡± Marcus¡¯s expression turned somber. ¡°Be careful, Aelius. That city¡­ it has a way of¡­ clinging to those who stay too long. It can be a curse.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be careful, sir,¡± Aelius replied, turning his horse back towards the city. In the damp, chill darkness of the Palace Prison, Kaya huddled in a corner of her cell, a single, filthy scrap of cloth offering little warmth against the cold stone. She shivered uncontrollably, her head resting on her knees, her bare arms wrapped around her legs. Faint sounds echoed from the corridor outside ¨C hushed voices, the clink of metal. ¡°We need more men,¡± Regulus¡¯s voice hissed. ¡°The birthing¡­ that''s when we strike. Everyone will be distracted, preoccupied. I''ll lure him¡­ Just find the men. Quickly! There¡¯s not much time.¡± Silence followed, then the rhythmic thud of footsteps echoing through the cellblock. ¡°This place reeks,¡± Regulus¡¯s voice complained, closer now. ¡°Can¡¯t you at least wash them occasionally?¡± ¡°Of course, my lord. We¡¯ll see to it immediately.¡± ¡°This¡­ stench¡­ clears my mind.¡± The footsteps stopped outside Kaya¡¯s cell. Regulus¡¯s face appeared at the small barred opening. ¡°Well, well. If it isn¡¯t my former paramour. Still alive, Kaya? Clinging to life, I see.¡± Kaya recoiled further into the shadows, her heart pounding in her chest. ¡°Shall we open the cell, my lord?¡± one of the guards asked. Regulus sneered. ¡°Look at her. Filthy. Pathetic. A withered husk. She¡¯ll be dead soon enough. No need to hurry the process. Show me the new arrivals.¡± The footsteps moved away from Kaya¡¯s cell, echoing down the corridor before stopping again. The sound of a cell door opening reached Kaya¡¯s ears. ¡°Fresh meat,¡± Regulus said, his voice laced with cruel amusement. ¡°Give me the whip.¡± A woman¡¯s terrified scream echoed through the prison. ¡°No! Please! I¡¯ve done nothing!¡± ¡°I do so enjoy their¡­ enthusiasm,¡± Regulus purred. ¡°Someone, take my robe.¡± The woman¡¯s screams continued, punctuated by the sickening thud of the whip and Regulus''s chilling pronouncements. ¡°Traitor! Whore! Filth!¡± Kaya pressed her hands against her ears, tears streaming down her face. ¡°Stop it!¡± she whispered. ¡°Please¡­ make it stop¡­¡± But the screams only grew louder, more desperate, more filled with unimaginable pain. Outside the city walls, under the pale glow of the rising moon, Gavril and Aelius huddled around a small fire, the flickering flames casting long, dancing shadows on their faces. The night air was crisp and cold, but the fire offered a welcome warmth. A figure emerged from the darkness. It was Kaelen. He approached cautiously, then settled down beside them, his eyes darting nervously around. ¡°As promised,¡± Kaelen said, his voice low, ¡°I bring¡­ news. Regulus is gathering men. He intends to¡­ eliminate Silas. The Treasurer.¡± Aelius and Gavril exchanged a look of grim understanding. ¡°When?¡± Aelius asked, his voice hard. ¡°During the birthing. When our Father¡­ delivers.¡± Aelius nodded slowly. ¡°Listen carefully, Kaelen. This is what you¡¯re going to do¡­¡± In the King¡¯s palace, preparations were underway for the arrival of the newborns. The palace buzzed with activity, everyone focused on their tasks. Close Sisters hurried back and forth, their arms laden with warm water and white towels. Inside the King¡¯s chamber, the air was thick with the smells of blood, sweat, and incense. Eva stood by her father¡¯s side, her hand clasped tightly in his massive, clawed one. "Breathe, Father," she urged, her voice strained with concern. "Deep breaths." The King, his face contorted in agony, roared, his body convulsing with each push. Sweat plastered his long, black hair to his forehead. Several Close Sisters surrounded the birthing bed, their faces grim but resolute. They chanted softly, a rhythmic prayer to ease the King''s pain and ensure a safe delivery. One after another, the newborns emerged, slick and squalling, from the King¡¯s womb. Each tiny form was swiftly received by a waiting Sister, who cleaned and wrapped the infant in a soft, white cloth. The King¡¯s cries echoed through the chamber, each one a raw expression of pain and exhaustion. ¡°Another boy, Your Majesty,¡± One Of Close Sisters announced, holding up a wriggling infant. ¡°Strong and healthy.¡± The King, his breath coming in ragged gasps, barely acknowledged her words. He squeezed Eva¡¯s hand, his grip surprisingly gentle despite his monstrous strength. "How¡­ how many more¡­?" he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. ¡°Just a few more, Father,¡± Eva reassured him, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. ¡°You¡¯re doing well. Be strong.¡± The rhythmic chanting of the Sisters intensified, their voices weaving a tapestry of sound meant to soothe and strengthen the King as he continued his arduous labor. The air in the chamber crackled with a strange energy, a mix of anticipation, fear, and the raw, primal power of birth. In the depths of the palace basement, the air in the chamber of detached wombs hung thick and humid. The rhythmic pulsing of the organic sacs cast an eerie glow on the gathered crowd. Aylauna and Clytos oversaw the frantic activity, their faces etched with anticipation and apprehension. Close Sisters and Clytos¡¯s assistants moved with practiced efficiency, attending to the birthing wombs. One after another, the sacs began to contract, their translucent surfaces rippling. The assistants, their hands glistening with viscous fluid, carefully guided each newborn from its artificial womb. The infants¡¯ cries filled the air, a chorus of wails echoing through the chamber. Close Sisters swiftly wrapped each newborn in soft white cloths. The sheer number of births was overwhelming, the chamber overflowing with new life, the cacophony of cries growing louder with each passing moment. It''s was a bizarre mix of the clinical and the chaotic, a testament to Clytos¡¯s unsettling achievement and a disturbing perversion of the natural order. Meanwhile, in his opulent chambers, Regulus paced anxiously, his footfalls heavy on the marble floor. One of his guards rushed in. ¡°My lord! News has arrived! Master Silas¡­ he¡¯s been injured! At the southern wall construction site!¡± Regulus stopped pacing, feigning surprise. "Injured? When?" ¡°This morning, my lord,¡± the guard replied breathlessly. ¡°They request your presence¡­ immediately.¡± ¡°Then let us not keep them waiting.¡± Regulus arrived at the construction site to find a crowd of workers and guards gathered around a pile of rubble. Several of Silas''s guards pointed towards a figure lying amongst the debris. Regulus approached cautiously and looked down. Silas lay face down, seemingly lifeless. Regulus knelt and turned the body over. ¡°This isn¡¯t him,¡± he muttered under his breath. Suddenly, a cry rang out. ¡°Ambush! It¡¯s a trap!¡± An arrow thudded into the chest of one of Regulus¡¯s guards. He spun around to see Aelius and Gavril charging towards him, followed by a group of Aelius¡¯s legionaries. Aelius engaged one of Regulus¡¯s guards, his sword a blur of motion. With a swift thrust, he ran the man through, then turned to dispatch another with brutal efficiency. Gavril, a whirlwind of fury, cut a path through the remaining guards, his powerful blows sending them sprawling. Outnumbered but undeterred, Aelius and his men quickly gained the upper hand. Aelius faced Regulus, who stood his ground, a sword in his right hand, a stone clutched in his left. ¡°Do you know who I am?!¡± Regulus shouted. ¡°Don¡¯t come any closer! I am Regent of this city! The King¡¯s First Son!¡± Aelius advanced, his sword raised. ¡°Then fight like one.¡± Regulus¡¯s bravado crumbled. He stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fear. His foot caught on a loose stone, and he fell heavily, the back of his head striking the hard ground. He lay still. Aelius approached cautiously, checking for signs of life. Regulus was still breathing, unconscious but alive, blood trickling from a gash on his head. Gavril rushed forward, his face contorted with rage, his sword raised to strike the fallen Regent. "He''ll pay for what he did to Kaya!" Aelius stepped between Gavril and Regulus, catching his brother¡¯s arm. ¡°No, Gavril! We need him alive. He''s our leverage to get Kaya back.¡± Gavril hesitated, his chest heaving, then slowly lowered his sword. A figure emerged from the shadows ¨C Silas, unharmed. He approached Aelius, relief evident on his face. "You¡­ you did it,¡± he said, a wry smile touching his lips. ¡°We did it,¡± Aelius replied. ¡°I owe you my life, Aelius,¡± Silas said, his voice filled with gratitude. ¡°They would have killed me.¡± He glanced nervously at the unconscious Regulus. ¡°We need to hide him somewhere secure. Until morning. His men¡­ they''ll be searching everywhere." ¡°Then repay the debt,¡± Aelius said, his voice hard. ¡°Help me get Kaya out of that prison.¡± ¡°Gladly,¡± Silas replied. ¡°But not tonight. The birthing¡­ it¡¯s too risky. We¡¯ll keep Regulus hidden. Tomorrow, we bring him before the King. For justice.¡± The Kings Justice Aelius and Silas stood before the King in the throne room, Regulus between them, his head bandaged. Silas stepped forward. ¡°Father,¡± he began, his voice clear and steady, ¡°Regulus plotted to assassinate me. Aelius, and his men, intervened and saved my life.¡± ¡°Lies!¡± Regulus shouted. ¡°I responded to a summons, Father! A trap! It was an ambush! They tried to kill me and my guards!¡± ¡°Silence!¡± the King thundered, his voice echoing through the vast chamber. ¡°I did not give you leave to speak.¡± He turned his gaze to Aelius. ¡°And you, Aelius? You dare to bring violence and chaos into my city? You dare to spill the blood of your brothers?¡± ¡°Justice demanded action, Father,¡± Aelius replied, meeting the King¡¯s gaze unflinchingly. ¡°Regulus imprisoned my sister, Kaya, without trial, without cause. She languishes in the Palace Prison, denied even the semblance of due process.¡± Regulus started to speak again, ¡°She¡¯s a traitor! She spoke against you! She¡­¡± ¡°Silence!¡± the King roared again, silencing Regulus with a look. He gestured to a nearby guard. ¡°Bring Kaya forth.¡± The King addressed Aelius and Silas. ¡°Your actions were¡­ reckless. You created chaos. You spilled the blood of your brothers. This¡­ displeases me. However¡­¡± he paused, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, ¡°¡­you have brought a legitimate grievance before me. Justice will be served. I will pardon those involved¡­ on one condition.¡± He turned to Aelius. ¡°You will take Kaya¡¯s place. She will be released, and you will serve her sentence.¡± ¡°Father!¡± Silas protested. ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Enough, Silas,¡± the King interrupted, his voice hard. ¡°Someone must pay the price for this¡­ disruption. Aelius will serve Kaya¡¯s sentence. That is my decree.¡± ¡°I accept your judgment, Father,¡± Aelius said, his voice steady. A guard entered, leading Kaya into the throne room. Aelius¡¯s face lit up at the sight of his sister. He rushed towards her, arms outstretched, but as he drew closer, his smile faltered. Kaya¡¯s eyes were dull, her face gaunt and pale. She looked¡­ broken. She didn¡¯t even seem to recognize him. ¡°Kaya?¡± Aelius whispered, his voice choked with emotion. ¡°Kaya, it¡¯s me. Do you hear me? Do you know who I am?¡± Kaya stared at him blankly, offering no response. ¡°Take Aelius to the Palace Prison,¡± the King commanded. Guards approached and seized Aelius by the arms. ¡°Silas,¡± Aelius said, as he was dragged away, ¡°please¡­ take care of her. She¡¯s¡­ she¡¯s yours now. Get her to Gavril.¡± Silas nodded. ¡°I¡¯ll get her somewhere safe, Aelius. Don¡¯t worry.¡± Aelius was led away, his heart heavy with a mixture of relief and despair. Silas watched him go, then gently guided Kaya out of the throne room. The King, once again seated upon his throne, gestured for Regulus to approach. ¡°You have disappointed me, Regulus,¡± he said, his voice deceptively calm. ¡°You have caused¡­ unnecessary complications. I know what you were trying to do. And this¡­ I cannot forgive. You dared to plot against my son.¡± ¡°Father! I¡­ I didn''t¡­¡± Regulus stammered, his eyes wide with terror. Before he could finish, the King¡¯s massive, clawed hand shot out, piercing Regulus¡¯s chest. He lifted the screaming Ruler high into the air. ¡°I have had enough of you,¡± the King rumbled, his voice cold and hard. He let Regulus¡¯s lifeless body slide slowly from his claws, the now-silent Ruler crumpling to the floor in a heap. Blood dripped from the King¡¯s claws. The Captain of the Guard and the other sentries watched in horrified silence. The King turned to Theron. ¡°You are Ruler now, Theron," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. ¡°But¡­ refrain from¡­ fraternizing¡­ with Eva.¡± Aelius was led through the dimly lit corridors of the Palace Prison, the heavy iron door clanging shut behind him. He sat alone in the darkness, the cold stone seeping into his bones, his thoughts consumed by Kaya and the cruel twist of fate that had landed him in her place. Silas, meanwhile, guided Kaya gently through the city streets, her hand resting lightly in his. As they neared her home, Gavril spotted them. ¡°Kaya!¡± he cried, rushing towards her. He embraced her tightly, his relief giving way to concern as he felt her frailness. He led her inside, Silas following. Once inside, Silas excused himself, leaving the reunited siblings alone. The following morning, Regulus''s body, displayed prominently upon the palace walls, served as a grim spectacle for the city. A herald announced the new Ruler, and Theron stepped forward, his face a mask of solemn authority. ¡°People of Aslilia,¡± Theron declared, his voice ringing out across the assembled crowd, ¡°Regulus has been executed for his treachery against the kingdom. He plotted against Master Silas, abused his power, and threatened the very foundation of our society. Justice has been served.¡± He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. ¡°Furthermore,¡± he continued, his voice softening slightly, ¡°I will be reviewing the cases of all those currently imprisoned, and those unjustly condemned will be released.¡± A cheer erupted from the crowd. Theron gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, then withdrew, seeking the solitude of the Ruler¡¯s chambers within the palace. Eva was waiting for him. Rain began to fall, a soft drizzle that slicked the stones of the courtyard. Theron and Eva walked side-by-side, the rhythmic patter of the rain the only sound between them. ¡°Father¡­ he warned me,¡± Theron said, breaking the silence. ¡°Told me to stay away from you.¡±This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡°Perhaps that is for the best,¡± Eva replied, her voice cool and even. ¡°If you wish to be a successful Ruler¡­ distance is advisable.¡± Theron stopped walking, turning to face her. ¡°You speak of it so¡­ easily. You¡¯re¡­ cold, Eva.¡± ¡°On the contrary, Theron,¡± Eva said, her gaze meeting his. ¡°This is why we thrive in the court. We do not allow¡­ sentiment¡­ to cloud our judgment.¡± She turned and walked away, leaving Theron standing alone in the rain. In the bustling nursery, filled with newborns from both the Sacred Womb and the detached wombs, Lyra stood in stunned silence, overwhelmed by the sheer number of infants. A Close Sister approached, her expression troubled. ¡°Sister Lyra,¡± she said hesitantly, ¡°no one has come to adopt today.¡± Lyra frowned. ¡°What? What¡¯s happening? Explain yourself.¡± ¡°Only the uncircumcised infants have been taken,¡± the Sister explained, her voice low. ¡°The¡­ the others¡­ remain.¡± ¡°What in the Gods¡¯ name is going on?¡± Lyra demanded, her voice rising in alarm. ¡°Do you know something? Tell me!¡± The Sister wrung her hands nervously. ¡°It¡­ it seems¡­ word has spread among the brothers and sisters¡­ that the circumcised infants are¡­ from the detached wombs. They¡¯re¡­ afraid.¡± Lyra¡¯s eyes flashed with anger. ¡°Who ordered this?!¡± She turned on her heel, then paused, her voice sharp. ¡°Who gave the order to circumcise these children?¡± ¡°Sister Aylauna, Sister Lyra,¡± the Close Sister replied, her voice barely a whisper. Lyra, her face a mask of fury, stormed off. She marched through the palace corridors, her anger growing with each step. ¡°Where is Aylauna?¡± she demanded of a passing Sister. ¡°With Brother Clytos, Sister Lyra.¡± Lyra found them in a secluded alcove, Clytos seemingly pleased with himself, Aylauna beaming. They were deep in conversation, no doubt congratulating each other on their¡­ success. Lyra confronted Aylauna, her voice laced with fury. ¡°How dare you order the circumcision of those infants! No one is adopting them! They¡¯re terrified! The nursery is overflowing!¡± Aylauna¡¯s smile vanished. ¡°I¡­ I ordered it, yes,¡± she stammered, ¡°but I never anticipated¡­ this reaction.¡± ¡°Was this your decision?¡± Lyra pressed, her eyes blazing. ¡°Or did that withered old spider, Ricardi, put you up to this? Are you collaborating with him, Aylauna?!¡± Aylauna, flustered by Lyra''s attack, opened her mouth to speak, but Clytos intervened. ¡°It was my order, Sister Lyra,¡± he said calmly. ¡°A¡­ precautionary measure. A way to¡­ monitor their health. To identify¡­ potential complications. I assure you, it was my decision, and I take full responsibility.¡± Lyra¡¯s fury subsided slightly. She turned to Clytos, her voice still sharp. ¡°Then I need to speak with you. Alone.¡± Clytos nodded and followed Lyra, leaving a visibly shaken Aylauna behind. They entered Clytos¡¯s laboratory. ¡°You¡¯ve created a disaster, Clytos,¡± Lyra said, her voice low and urgent. ¡°No one is adopting those babies. They¡¯re going to die. We can¡¯t care for them all. We need the families. They need homes.¡± Clytos sat heavily on a stool. ¡°What do you propose we do?¡± ¡°You¡¯re going to address this,¡± Lyra said, her voice firm. ¡°In the Grand Temple. You will give a sermon encouraging adoption. Reassure the people. Tell them there¡¯s nothing to fear.¡± Clytos paused, considering her words. ¡°It will be¡­ a performance. A deception. The Elder Brothers¡­ they won¡¯t like it.¡± ¡°It doesn''t matter,¡± Lyra said. ¡°Just do it. Convince them.¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t set foot in the Grand Temple in years,¡± Clytos muttered. ¡°But¡­ very well. You arrange it. Gather those willing to adopt. I¡¯ll¡­ handle the rest.¡± Lyra embraced him. ¡°Thank you, Clytos,¡± she whispered. ¡°You¡¯re saving those children¡¯s lives.¡± Lyra noticed a detailed drawing on Clytos''s workbench. ¡°Is that¡­ the Sacred Womb?¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Clytos replied. ¡°One of my last¡­ projects¡­ before it was¡­ implanted. My predecessor¡­ he documented everything. A meticulous man.¡± ¡°It¡¯s¡­ beautiful,¡± Lyra breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. ¡°In its way,¡± Clytos agreed, his gaze distant, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. A crowd filled the Grand Temple, their voices a low murmur of speculation and unease. Suddenly, Clytos appeared, his footsteps echoing on the stone floor as he approached the dais. ¡°People of Aslilia! Brothers and sisters!¡± Clytos¡¯s voice, amplified by the temple¡¯s acoustics, filled the vast chamber. ¡°Greetings to all who have gathered here, from every corner of our kingdom.¡± He paused, his gaze sweeping across the assembled crowd. ¡°For those who do not know me, I am your brother, Clytos, and I am responsible for¡­ the detached wombs.¡± A ripple of surprise and apprehension ran through the crowd. ¡°I stand before you today to answer your questions, to address your concerns,¡± Clytos continued. ¡°Are the detached wombs an abomination? Are these newborns, brought forth through this¡­ unconventional method, the product of dark magic or sorcery? I tell you now, brothers and sisters, these rumors are lies, spread to sow fear and discord.¡± He paused for effect. ¡°The detached wombs are not sorcery. They are divine inspiration, a vision granted to me by the Sacred Womb itself. A vision I have pursued through years of research and scientific inquiry.¡± He let that sink in. ¡°Yes, brothers and sisters, science. Years of study led me to this discovery. We face a crisis of dwindling births. Our Father, with his blessing, tasked me with finding a solution. And my inspiration¡­ came from him. Our Father foresaw this need. He trusted¡­ my vision.¡± Clytos¡¯s voice swelled with emotion. ¡°I knew our Father could not be wrong. I followed his guidance, and with the blessings of the Gods, I have achieved this¡­ miracle.¡± ¡°The detached wombs are connected to the Sacred Womb, sharing its blessings, its life-giving power, bringing forth these beautiful children, our new brothers and sisters.¡± He paused, his voice softening. ¡°People of Aslilia, I implore you, do not respond to falsehoods with fear. Show compassion. These children are of your blood, your kin. We are all connected, bound together by the profound power of the Sacred Womb. All that it touches is blessed.¡± Clytos¡¯s voice rose again, filled with righteous fervor. ¡°Those detached wombs¡­ they were barren, lifeless. But touched by the power of the Sacred Womb, guided by science, they have blossomed with life! This, my brothers and sisters, is the miracle of the Sacred Womb!¡± At that moment, Close Sisters entered the temple from every door, their arms filled with newborn infants. The air filled with the cries of babies and the excited gasps of the crowd. Each Sister approached a woman in the congregation and placed a babe in her arms. Tears streamed down the faces of the women as they held the newborns. Men, too, stepped forward, their arms outstretched, eager to embrace these new brothers and sisters. Clytos descended from the dais and moved among the people. He approached a woman holding an infant. ¡°Sister,¡± he said gently, ¡°this child is hungry. Nourish him.¡± He repeated this instruction to each woman holding a child. One by one, they lifted their robes, offering their breasts to the infants. The temple, once filled with anxiety and suspicion, now buzzed with the sounds of suckling babes and the soft murmurs of women offering their warmth and nourishment. Lyra approached Clytos, tears of gratitude streaming down her face. She embraced him tightly. "Thank you, brother," she whispered. "Blessings upon you." Hidden within the crowd, Ricardi and a group of Elder Brothers watched the scene unfold. Ricardi¡¯s face contorted with rage as he clenched his fists and silently stalked out of the temple.