Ramiro I's expression changed, but it only lasted for half a second.
After that, he returned to normal. Under the watchful eyes of the priests and soldiers, he waved his hand expressionlessly and walked out of the crowd.
When he got into the carriage brought by the servant, he shouted angrily, "How dare you talk about the future crown prince! Are you not afraid of death?"
He questioned his steward coldly, "How can anyone be judged to be a wizard when they are just born?"
Of course, Milaro had his reasons for questioning. He had dealt with the church countless times in his life, and he had helped them execute more than a dozen wizards. Wizards, witches, real wizards, and swindlers, but most of them were in their twenties, and the youngest was at least fifteen or sixteen.
He didn't know the specific cause of wizards, but he knew that his son, whom he had yet to meet, was born less than a month ago. It was crazy to call a one-month-old child a "wizard."
The old steward was about to cry. "Master, I'm not joking. You'll know when you see it."
Looking at the miserable face of the steward who had been with him for more than a decade, Ramiro I's heart sank.
"Tell me everything you know!" Ramiro said in a low voice.
The steward didn't dare to hide anything. He told Ramiro everything that had happened in the Count's castle during the month that Ramiro had been away.
At that time, not long after Ramiro left, his wife gave birth to a baby boy. The countess named him Cizerville, which she had discussed with Count Ramiro a long time ago.
When Cizerville was born, he looked no different from other people. He cried loudly, drank milk when he was hungry, and slept when he was full.
But soon, others noticed that something was wrong.
One night, the countess went to the toilet. When the baby woke up and found that his mother wasn't there, he cried loudly. As she cried, the walls from the bedroom to the toilet collapsed, creating a straight passageway. From the bedroom to the toilet, the countess, who was sitting alone on the toilet bowl, was so scared that she almost fell into the toilet bowl.
The maids hurriedly helped the frightened madam up from the toilet bowl and into the bedroom. The baby continued to crawl along the collapsed corridor until the mother and son were placed together again. Only then did the baby stop crying.
That night, the castle was brightly lit. The guards believed that someone had broken into the castle, so they destroyed the walls. However, after searching for a long time, they could not find the culprit. In the end, they could only blame it on the craftsmen who built the castle for cutting corners. The craftsmen who were responsible for supervising the construction of the castle were whipped twenty times, and the matter was left unsettled.
But the matter was not over yet. Another week passed. On this day, several fruit farmers outside the castle delivered freshly picked cherries. The cherries were bright red and glistening, and the Countess liked them very much. After eating the cherries, she used them to tease her children. The little red cherries dangled in front of César Vere. César Vere liked the little red things very much and wanted to eat the cherries.
However, Madam was just teasing him. She didn't mean anything else. After all, children at such a young age couldn't eat fruits. They could only drink milk. So, after teasing him for a while, she took the cherries back.
However, not long after she took the cherries back, César Vere became unhappy and began to cry again. Madam hurriedly fed him milk and ordered the maids to take away her cherries.
But this was a disaster. César Vere cried in the cradle. Hundreds of cherries flew in from outside the castle, smashed the glass, and piled up in Madam Vere's room. In less than a minute, the cherries rushed out of Madam Vere's room like a flood. They broke the wooden door, washed the maids in the corridor down the stairs, and knocked the guards who came to protect the Countess to the ground.
"That day, all the cherry farmers in the Aragon region almost went bankrupt. The fruit on their trees disappeared. When the guards scooped up the mountain-high cherries with basins, your child was sitting … sitting in the cherries, laughing … "
The butler's voice became lower and lower as he spoke. Ramiro's face was pale, and his heart was cold. He squeezed out a few words through his teeth. "And then?"
"And then …"
The housekeeper looked at Ramiro in horror. "Since that day, Madam has sent away all the guards and maids. She locked them up and never left your son's side. She doesn't dare to go anywhere."
Hearing this, Ramiro let out a sigh of relief.
At this time, the carriage stopped, and the master and servant returned to the Count's castle.
Ramiro left the carriage, stomped his feet, and walked alone into the depths of the palace, leaving the guards behind. Only his assistant and butler followed closely behind him.
Not long after, he passed through the tightly sealed outer courtyard of the castle and arrived at the inner courtyard.
Here, he stopped his assistant and butler from following him.
Alone, Ramiro walked along the long corridor that led to his wife's bedroom.
The braziers in the corridor burned brightly, but when he entered this place, he felt no warmth at all.
The braziers were like eyes. Every time he passed a brazier, an eye would open and stare at him coldly. The invisible pressure was indescribable. It was as if he was being watched by a god. All the secrets in his heart were laid bare. Whether it was his conspiracy to kill someone, his affair with a maid in the washroom, or falling into a cesspool when he was a child, everything was seen clearly. There was no privacy left.
Ramiro had been abandoned since he was a child. He had worked hard for years to get to where he was today. But under this strange pressure, he actually wanted to retreat, which was rare. But when he remembered that it was only his son and his wife, he gritted his teeth, forced himself to withstand the strange pressure, and walked straight ahead.
The pressure was getting stronger and stronger. He could only hear his own heavy breathing. Even the braziers in front of him seemed to be distorted, and the ground under his feet turned into wriggling flesh, making it difficult for him to move forward.
But Ramiro withstood the pressure. Although every step he took felt like he was crossing more than ten meters of stairs, he was still able to withstand it.
When he finally reached the door of his wife's bedroom, he was sweating profusely. He looked like he had just been fished out of the water.
When he opened the door, he saw his wife sitting on the four-poster bed with a baby in her arms. She was smiling at him.
His wife was smiling, and the baby in her arms was snoring, staring at him curiously with a pair of round eyes. The baby looked like it was carved from jade. It was very cute.
"Mia!"
He called his wife weakly, staring at the baby boy in his wife's arms.
"Ramiro …"
His wife called him gently and held the baby tightly. The invisible pressure lessened a little. King Ramiro I tightened his light armor, gritted his teeth, and walked to the side of the bed.
The baby gradually lost its curiosity. Maybe it was hungry. It reached out its little hands and scratched its mother's chest, looking for milk.
The moment the baby looked away, the pressure suddenly disappeared. Ramiro I's shoulders relaxed.
He let out a long breath and said, "Come, let me hold you."
He reached out to the child he had never met before and took him away from his mother's arms. Such a simple action caused the baby to wail loudly.
As soon as the baby cried, Ramiro felt like he was hit by an invisible wind, and a huge force pushed him out of the door. He held the baby tightly, not letting it leave his arms.
Clang, clang, clang …
Amidst his wife's shrill cries, he stepped back, smashing a vase, knocking down a table, and collapsing the door.
But Ramiro still didn't let go. The baby cried even louder. His legs kicked and his arms flailed. With his movements, the whole Earl's castle shook, and dust and stones rustled. It was like being in the center of a magnitude eight earthquake.
Ramiro was horrified. When he passed by the corridor, he thought that the baby could be very scary, but he never thought it would be to this extent.
Crackle, crackle …
The braziers in the corridor fell to the ground, and the chandelier above his head fell to the ground. In his frantic retreat, he bumped into a toppled brazier and fell to the ground. Gravel cut a deep cut on his face. He subconsciously held the baby tightly, so that he wouldn't be hurt by the falling stones.
Finally, after more than ten seconds of despair and fear, the baby stopped crying, probably because he wanted to catch his breath. The ground stopped shaking, and the wind stopped.
Ramiro, covered in dust, immediately got up from the ground. His clothes were tattered, and the plain robe he wore from Pamplona, the capital of Navarre, was burned full of holes.
Blood dripped from his cheeks and dripped onto the baby's fingers. The baby sucked the blood on his fingers, smacked his lips a few times, and looked at Ramiro with a peaceful gaze. He even reached out to touch his chin.
Ramiro I gasped for breath and stared at the baby in his arms. God knows what he was holding in his arms!
At this moment, the staff and steward who had sensed the abnormality hurriedly rushed in from outside, followed by a large group of panicked guards.
When the butler saw Ramiro I standing in the corridor with the baby in his arms, he quickly opened his arms to stop the others from entering.
The aide hurried to Ramiro's side and looked at the baby in disbelief. He said in shock, "I've never seen such a strong magic wave. It's too scary, too scary, too scary …"
He shuddered. "Normally, the children of wizards awaken at the age of ten, but they are still far from your child's level. If he grows up alive, he will definitely be a terrifying wizard."
Ramiro I broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing his experienced advisor's words.
Aragon, and even the entire Kingdom of Navarre, was founded on Catholicism. Catholicism was their core belief, and the foundation of their existence.
What the Church hated the most was heresy. Among them, the most harshly suppressed and attacked were the wizards and witches. Wizards and witches were treated no different than demons. Whenever a wizard was found, they would kill them on the spot.
If people found out that his baby was a wizard or a demon, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He was born out of wedlock, and his legitimacy was questionable. If he was accused of having a wizard as his father, he would not be able to sit as a king.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Ramiro I felt. He looked at the chubby cheeks of the baby in his arms, and his other hand slowly reached for the sword at his waist.
At this time, the Countess rushed in from the corridor, clutching her chest, and snatched the baby from his arms.
"What … what do you want?"
The Countess held her baby and looked at Ramiro with vigilance. She screamed, "I'm warning you, this is your own flesh and blood."
"Master," the aide stepped forward and said decisively, "you can't keep him. The Church's influence is everywhere. He must be baptized. If the Bishop finds out, you …"
The aide did not continue. Ramiro clenched the hilt of his sword, and his face turned green and white. On one side was the unfathomable and unshakable Church, and on the other side was his own flesh and blood …
Looking at Ramiro's ever-changing face, his wife screamed and stepped back. "Stop imagining things, Ramiro!"
"Master …!"
The aide urged anxiously.
Shing!
The sword was pulled out of the sheath.
Crack!
Blood splattered.
The Countess's terrified expression froze on her face.
With lightning speed, Ramiro I pulled out his crossguard sword and stabbed his deputy to death with a single stab. Then, he pulled out the sword without mercy. The aide who had been with him for five years, and who was still in disbelief, was stabbed to death on the spot.
He said coldly, "No matter how smart you are, you shouldn't have challenged my bottom line!"
After that, he pulled out the sword and let the aide's body fall to the ground.
In the silence, only the baby's babbling could be heard.
Ramiro I wiped the blade of his sword, walked to the front of the butler, and said, "Dismiss all the servants who know about the two magical outbursts. If anyone dares to gossip, kill them all."
"Yes."
The butler looked at the body that was still twitching on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed deeply.
After the butler left, Ramiro put his sword back into the sheath.
He walked to the baby and looked at him.
Even though he had just killed someone in front of the baby boy, the baby boy was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed and reached out his soft little hand to pinch Ramiro I's beard.
Looking at the baby's smiling face, Ramiro's face softened.
He poked the baby's face with his finger and whispered, "You are indeed my son. Born to do great things."
The baby grabbed his finger, and the wound on his face healed automatically.
Ramiro I said to his wife solemnly, "Don't let anyone find out about his magic talent. Before he reaches adulthood, I want him to receive the best royal education, so that he can forget the fact that he is a wizard."
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