Chapter 806

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Monbatten’s features were unmistakably foreign—thick brows, deep-set eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard on his strong jawline. As he observed Keira, there was a flicker of familiarity in his gaze, his attention lingering on her longer than was customary. The silence was finally broken by Jenkins, who stepped forward with a friendly smile. “King Monbatten, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m South Jenkins.” Monbatten shifted his focus, realization dawning on his face. “Ah, it’s you. I never imagined that after leaving Country A, you’d settle in Crera. How have you been?” Jenkins nodded. “Not too bad.” She then stepped aside to introduce Keira and Erin. Ryan, seated nearby, had been prepared to make introductions but chose to remain quiet, observing instead. When Erin was introduced as a medical expert, Monbatten glanced at her skeptically. “A physician this young?” Erin waved her hands. “Not exactly. I specialize in toxins. If there’s something wrong in your system, I can use specific toxins to neutralize harmful agents—kind of like fighting fire with fire.” Her words were a bit roundabout, and it wasn’t clear if Monbatten fully understood. His expression was neutral as he alternated between looking at Jenkins and Keira before finally shaking his head with a sigh and settling onto the couch. Extending his arm, he motioned for Erin to proceed. She took his pulse with a clinical focus, while Keira drew a blood sample and began analyzing it on a portable device she’d brought along. As someone well-versed in groundbreaking medical research, Keira had encountered countless cases, but infertility wasn’t her specialty. Despite her thorough examination, every test returned the same result: Monbatten was in perfect health. Erin, on the other hand, concluded her assessment with a thoughtful look. “King Monbatten, have you ever been to a volcanic area or spent time in extremely hot springs during your youth?” Monbatten appeared startled by the question, then nodded. “Yes, I’ve visited volcanic regions before.” Erin clapped her hands lightly, as if solving a puzzle. “Prolonged exposure to high heat can impact certain aspects of fertility—not necessarily the quality of your, uh, contribution, but its ability to pair with an egg. To put it simply, your system is… selective. You may need to, um, expand your options to find compatibility.” Monbatten sighed deeply. “I already have over a hundred women in my court.” “Then,” Erin said, folding her arms, “you’ll need to ensure you visit one every three days. That way, each person gets their turn annually. Busy schedule, huh?” Monbatten’s frustration deepened. “I’m not interested in numbers. I just want a child—any child, even a daughter. My throne needs an heir. Surely, there’s another way?” Erin tilted her head, resting a hand on her chin. “I can try regulating your system to improve the odds, but I can’t promise it’ll work.” Monbatten’s shoulders slumped as a shadow crossed his face. Ryan, sensing the king’s despair, interjected smoothly. “In Crera, we have a saying: ‘Good things are worth the wait.’ Perhaps your child is waiting for just the right moment to arrive. When they do, I’m sure they’ll be remarkable.” The king offered a faint smile, though the sorrow in his eyes remained. As the meeting wrapped up, Jenkins and Keira exchanged polite farewells with Monbatten before stepping out. They didn’t press for favors, unwilling to exploit the king’s vulnerable position. Outside the room, Erin turned to Keira with a sly grin. “So, why were you staring at him? Thinking of marrying him and giving him that heir yourself?” “Get lost.” Keira rarely cursed, but the suggestion earned one. She hesitated, then asked, “Did either of you feel like Monbatten looked… familiar?” Jenkins and Erin exchanged glances, coughed, and nodded subtly toward something behind Keira. Turning around, she found Lewis standing there, his gaze steady and inquisitive. Lewis stepped closer, his deep voice carrying an undercurrent of curiosity. “Who looks familiar?” “Monbatten,” Keira replied without hesitation. “I can’t shake the feeling I’ve seen him before.” Erin shrugged nonchalantly. “Probably on TV. Even if his country’s small, a king showing up anywhere is bound to make headlines.” With that, she popped a small pill into her mouth. “What’s that?” Jenkins asked, raising an eyebrow. “Energy booster.” “Are you feeling weak?” “Not at all,” Erin said breezily. “I just forgot to pack snacks this morning. This’ll do the trick.” Jenkins looked dumbfounded, while Keira shook her head in exasperation, following them out of the building. Meanwhile, at the Olsen residence, Uncle Olsen was lounging in the living room, watching the news with little Amy perched on his lap. For someone of his stature, the news was rarely a source of new information—just a habitual backdrop to his day. On the screen, a segment aired about King Monbatten’s discreet visit to Crera. The king appeared in a sharp suit, looking every bit the dignified monarch. Uncle Olsen barely glanced at it, but Amy suddenly tensed, pointing at the TV with wide eyes. In her clear, childish voice, she exclaimed, “Daddy p>