Chapter 1061: Chapter 1048: Born to be King, Weakness is a Sin Chapter 1061: Chapter 1048: Born to be King, Weakness is a Sin “If you don’t need to use it, it’s best not to.” Just after her arrival, Michaela, who faced the crisis of her reincarnated body being destroyed, observed her surroundings, the droplet of source power in her hand gently revolving on its own.

This source power was given to her by her grandfather and her husband respectively, ah, adding up to only so much, and its purpose was to prevent situations like the present one. The source power in her hand was not much, merely one-fifth of the standard unit, but it was more than enough to alleviate her current crisis.

“I didn’t expect to encounter this.” Watching the battle scene before her, Michaela was not panic-stricken in the slightest, instead looking on with a trace of interest, as this was a very novel experience for her.

Having lived for a thousand years, she had never known what it felt like to be assassinated. Unexpectedly, in such a world, she experienced the taste of assassination.

Michaela, reflecting on her feelings when her reincarnated body could have been destroyed at any moment, couldn’t help but also find it somewhat amusing.

And this sentiment had completely disappeared by the time she decided to use the source power to resolve the imminent crisis. With provisions in hand, her heart was at ease—this was Michaela now.

She now possessed the power that could turn the current situation around at any moment; the power that allowed her to control everything made her extremely calm and composed in the face of it all.

“It seems I’m being forced to act! Such a start is really terrible. I wonder how Muria is doing? He shouldn’t be as unlucky as I am!”

Michaela watched the changing situation within the birthing room, the monsters that had come to assassinate were all well-prepared, and so her guards were driven back step by step by these monsters, barely resisting for a short time before being completely overwhelmed, and then they died one after another.

Soon, all the guards fell, and then a hunchbacked figure, dragging two giant claws, with a long sickle-like tail, turned its gaze towards the handmaid holding Michaela in her arms.

The handmaid, realizing she was suddenly being watched by all these cruel and ferocious monsters, was so frightened that she trembled all over, but no matter how much her body shuddered, she had no intention of throwing the princess in her arms away. She couldn’t do that.

However, though she didn’t throw Michaela away to save herself, the handmaid was so scared that she didn’t dare to move, looking somewhat dumb and foolish, until a giant hook claw reached out in front of her, aiming for the Michaela she held.

It was only then that the handmaid snapped out of her daze, frantically retreating backward, but her speed was no match for these monsters born for slaughter.

Under the terrified gazes of other handmaids, trembling severally, and a woman lying on the bed weak from childbirth, the monster’s hook claw stabbed towards the Michaela held by the handmaid.

And just when everyone could only watch as this little princess, who had only recently arrived in this world, was about to die under the claws of this monster.

From inside the swaddling clothes held by the handmaid, a small, delicate white palm emerged. That little hand was so tiny, even a sharp claw on the monster’s finger was larger than it.

Yet, it was this tiny palm that, under everyone’s watchful eyes, effortlessly caught the hook claw the monster had swung down, preventing it from advancing any further.

Click!

An incredibly crisp sound of breaking bones echoed. Under the stunned gazes of all present, including the monster, that small palm stretching from the swaddling effortlessly snapped off the claw that tried to take her life.

Pain surged into the mind of the monster attempting to assassinate the princess, but as a creature born for slaughter, it had little surprise or fear at this sudden turn of events.

It didn’t think; it simply lunged its other claw towards the princess in front of it, to continue its mission and fulfill the orders given by their master.

But before its other claw could strike, a red flame suddenly ignited within the small palm holding its severed claw. The flame spread from its fingers, quickly enveloping its body.

There were no screams or howls; the monster was reduced to ashes by the red flames in a brief moment.

This sudden change of events left the remaining assassins stunned for a moment, and then they all rushed towards Michaela, intent only on completing their mission.

But the situation was nothing like what they had anticipated. As the monsters leapt from the ground and hung in the air, a red flame burst forth from within the swaddling held by the handmaid.

The divine and ancient-feeling flame spread throughout the room, instantly incinerating any monsters it touched to ashes.

In a matter of breaths, the red flame enveloped the entire room, yet miraculously, the flames that had consumed all the assassins left the trembling handmaids and the mother unharmed.

After the flames swept through the delivery room, the room became silent, with a faint smell of blood wafting through the air, and the ashes of the burned monsters scattered on the ground, while the dead guards lay there.

The surviving handmaids looked at each other and then all looked at Michaela with awe in their eyes, while the weak woman lying on the bed, who could only move her fingers slightly, looked at her daughter being held in the handmaid’s arms with a face full of surprise and joy.

However, the silence in the room was soon broken by the sound of orderly footsteps and the clinking of metal armor coming from outside the room.

Then one by one, soldiers clad in metal armor, holding weapons, stepped into the delivery room, ignoring everything inside it as they took up positions at each corner of the room.

After all the soldiers had taken their places, a somewhat effeminate-looking man entered the delivery room. He looked around the room, and upon seeing the grisly scene on the ground, not only did he not become angry, but a smile appeared on his face.

He glanced at the girl being held by the handmaid, and with a light smile, he took out a scroll and carefully unrolled it, then read out the decree written on it.

“Royal edict: proclaim the daughter born to Avila as the twenty-seventh princess, with the given name: Christine.”

It was an extremely brief command, but upon hearing this royal edict, both the handmaids and the woman on the bed showed joy that came from the bottom of their hearts.

“Would Her Majesty the Princess please accept the royal decree.”

After reading the command, the effeminate middle-aged man did not leave, but made a very unexpected movement. He bent down on one knee toward the infant girl being held in the handmaid’s arms, lifting the scroll over his head.

“This… Chief Steward, my daughter has just been born, she is not yet able to…” Seeing this scene, Avila, who was lying on the bed, thought the Chief Steward wanted to make things difficult for her daughter, quickly spoke up in defense, but the next moment, she was at a loss for words.

Because she saw her daughter, who was being held by the handmaid, was now enveloped in a bundle of crimson flames, slowly leaving the handmaid’s embrace, suspended in mid-air.

Then the snugly wrapped swaddling clothes shifted and slowly unwrapped in the flames, revealing a pair of tiny feet pointing downwards and a youthful but mysteriously authoritative face that seemed hard to look at directly.

Golden hair fluttered amidst the crimson flames, and the newborn baby girl looked down at the Chief Steward below her, then stretched out her palm toward him.

Although there was a distance separating them, a force acted on the decree scroll, causing it to rise and circle beside the infant.

From the perspective of the man with the effeminate demeanor, the decree scroll was almost as impressive as the infant girl, so the scene had a certain joyfulness to it, but the man did not show any smile; on the contrary, his face became serious, and his eyes were filled with reverence, for he knew what the situation meant.

“I pay my respects to Her Majesty the Princess!” the effeminate Chief Steward bowed deeply to the small infant floating in the air, not daring to show any negligence.

Under normal circumstances, the baby girl should have been lying in a pool of blood, and he should have been accompanied by a pair of soldiers to clean up the room’s corpses and traces, then standing emotionlessly to the side.

But now everything was different; everything had been turned around by this newborn baby girl. The assassination aimed at her was foiled by her innate talent, and it was not hard to imagine what choices her king would make when faced with such an offspring.

For royalty, being powerless is the greatest tragedy, but conversely, if one has exceptional talent, then one can have everything one desires,
“Withdraw,” commanded Michaela, her tone cold. She had already consumed a strand of source power to deduce the rules of the world and thus mastered extraordinary powers; she was in a very bad mood now.

“At your command!” The Chief Steward, very compliant, gestured with his hand, and all the soldiers who had entered the room stepped out in orderly fashion, leaving the delivery room as if rewinding a scene.

Afterward, Michaela gestured to the handmaid next to her, who was trembling with fear yet wore a curious expression. As she curiously approached, Michaela retracted the crimson flames supporting her in the air into the handmaid’s body and then her tender body gently fell into the handmaid’s arms.

The outburst just now was based on her current reincarnated body, and at this stage, her tender body needed growth, not battle.

Seeing everything settled, the woman who had given birth showed a relieved smile on her face; as a woman of the king, this was a trial she had to go through.

Those who are weak have no right to survive, even among royalty. In this kingdom, newborn members of the royal family are almost always subjected to assassination attempts; that is the unspoken rule.

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