Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 311 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 48

Damian's routine hadn't changed yet; he still stayed up all night and was even more energetic at night, but Zhao Zhao couldn't resist the urge to sleep.

After putting Zhao Zhao to sleep, Damian left his doll behind and called the butler over to tell him about recent events.

Upon hearing of his awakening, the butler was undoubtedly delighted, a smile never leaving his face. "Your Highness Damian, after you fell into a deep sleep, the vampire curse has been lifted, and the progenitor has also awakened and regained power."

"The founding ancestor was very supportive of implementing benevolent policies, and at the same time, the opposition from collateral branches gradually faded away."

After all, if even the most powerful vampire progenitor supported it, they had no reason to oppose it, nor did they have the courage to.

"How was the tower's anomaly resolved?" Damian asked absentmindedly, his legs crossed and chin propped up, recalling the terrifying events that had occurred in the tower before he fell into a deep sleep.

“It all comes down to the powerful strength of the progenitor,” he then told Damian in great detail everything that happened afterward, including the fact that Zhao Zhao had been taken away by the gods.

Upon hearing this, Damian remained silent for a long time, his head bowed, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

"Your Highness? She's alright now, you don't need to worry." Because the other princes were so protective of Zhao Zhao, the old steward didn't even know about Zhao Zhao's amnesia.

Damian knew better than him whether things were going well or not. He didn't listen to his nonsense, but looked at his still smooth and fair skin and murmured softly, "There's still one question. Wasn't my body burned to a crisp before? How did it recover after only a few months of unconsciousness?"

He glanced at the butler with a wicked look, which gave him goosebumps.

"What happened? Tell me!"

The prince's aura was terrifying, and the submission from his blood made him hunch his back slightly. "All I know is that when His Highness Lusien brought you back from the tower, you were already... dead," he said, glancing at Damian's expression after each sentence, afraid of violating any taboos.

"After that, as Your Highness requested, you were sent to the royal tomb, and then you miraculously came back to life."

The statement was too vague, and the butler knew nothing about the details he wanted to know, so he had no choice but to go to his mother, Lady Aria.

As a blood relative, Aria sensed Damian's awakening as soon as he woke up, but she remained cold and aloof when facing her awakened son.

Faced with Damian's confusion, she calmly explained everything, only adding, "You've lost a lot of weight," and said nothing more.

Damian didn't mind; after all, he was used to it.

It was her words that struck Damian like a thunderbolt, jolting him out of his dazed and confused state. "Little Hill saved me?!"

Unable to believe that this seemingly weak little thing could have such an ability, Aria nodded. She was there at the time and witnessed Zhao Zhao's process firsthand.

She chuckled softly, "A child chosen by the gods thousands of years in advance, do you really think he doesn't have any outstanding abilities?"

She knew a little about Zhao Zhao's amnesia, and seeing that Darede was always in a daze, she was afraid that her son would become like that too.

"What happened to Hilgaven is probably God's will, so you don't need to worry too much."

She offered only perfunctory words of comfort, without actually knowing the cause of his amnesia.

Fortunately, Damian didn't listen to her. "I'm leaving."

Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and headed straight for Zhao Zhao's room. He was already fast asleep, so Damian didn't disturb him. He simply stood by the coffin and quietly stared at his sleeping face.

The little baby who was just sweetly calling out "brother" a moment ago, I wonder if he'll remember him when he wakes up.

If he could, he wouldn't want little Hill to become some so-called chosen one, burdened with any so-called responsibilities. He just wanted his adorable little brother to grow up healthy and happy under his wings for the rest of his life.