When Saine's son was born, besides the women of Ash Holy Tower, members of the Grant Family and Duan Po, the adoptive father Saine had just found for his son, also came to see the little fellow before long.
The child was now in the hands of his grandfather, Kelman Grant.
Kelman had indeed grown older over the years—far older than when Saine had first returned to the Wizard World several centuries ago.
In the Wizard World, when knights' bodies underwent irreversible excessive aging, it often meant they were nearing the end of their lifespan.
Unlike Magicians, who grew stronger with age through the accumulation of knowledge.
A knight's Golden Age lay in the early and middle stages of life.
Still, being able to see another biological grandson before he was half-buried in the ground left Old Grant tremendously excited.
He kept poking the chubby little darling with his stubble, making the ear-splitting cries atop Ash Holy Tower even louder.
Yet everyone wore delighted smiles.
Could an infant born as a Level-2 Creature possibly be harmed by a beard?
Only Saine pondered aloud, "The stronger the creature, the longer it indeed takes to gestate offspring. That is because during the embryonic stage, this new life is already learning and absorbing the knowledge contained in its parents' genes."
"Like young dragons, which can use simple applications of Elemental Power such as fire breath, as well as part of the dragon language, the moment they break out of their shells."
"Why does this brat feel so immature to me? Didn't he stay in his mother's womb for all those years too?" Saine considered, stroking his chin.
Afterward, Saine called over Mel, the Dragon Vein Warlock, and asked whether she knew the reason.
"Perhaps your physique is simply too formidable. While in fetal