Time seemed to pass more quickly as a year had passed in the Promised Land. Everyone adapted to the new laws which Michael added in his first year of reign.
Whilst the busy atmosphere, a new bundle of joy has appeared in the Promised Land.
The birth of Liam, son of Archelaus and Isabella. News of his birth spread like wildfire, blessings from gods and goddesses were given.
"Oh holy immortality, such an adorable chubby boy. Isabella~ can I borrow this little cutie~?"
"Isabella, my dear! Where's my grandson?"
"My Queen, our little star is blessed by all. His fate is bound by wealth and victory, his destiny is to succeed His Majesty."
Amidst his tight schedule and the nagging of his advisors. Michael bonds with his son, "How are you? Did your mother or aunties squeeze your cheeks?"
"Nuu, baba"
Michael gently tapped his nose, in response, Liam blinked. As sensitive as he is or rather, as sensitive as an infant is, Liam began to cry.
"Sniff, sniff. WAAAAAAAA!!"
Isabella stopped drinking her herbal tea and swooped Liam from his father's arms. Calming the bursting star with her gentle voice, "Shush~ Mika-boy won't bully you anymore."
Michael felt a stab on his chest, 'Mi-Mika..boy? What kind of name is that?'
In the speed of light, from a baby who sleeps, relieves himself and eat. Liam grew into a healthy yet curious kid.
He inherited the shining golden hair from the long, direct bloodline. His eyes were as clear as the blue ocean, inherited from his mother's beautiful eyes.
His masculine built body and with those great abs of his, goddesses watch beyond the distance with drooling mouths and blushed faces.
Beads of sweat flowed down his porcelain white skin from the tiring training. Shallow breaths became stable as he focused and defeated Peter.
Seeing Peter kneel on his knee, Liam offered his hand, "I can't believe I defeated my senior in a thousand years."
"Heh, you have a monstrous potential that fairly exceeds His Majesty's."
"I do not wish to exceed my father." Liam gripped Peter's hand and stood him up.
"You should forget those beliefs of yours. Michael was also a simpleton until he became the new ruler."
Liam wiped his sweat with a flawless white cotton cloth. Cotton which is cultivated by the Goddess of Agriculture and Goddess of Nature.
"Father is a competent ruler, he won't get dethroned unlike my grandfather." He squinted his eyes as he looked at the sun.
Peter didn't respond to his words, making an awkward silence. Both looked around and spotted a few peeking flowers. Completely speechless by the ominous vibes those stalking beauties gave amidst being far away.
"Where did you learn about your grandfather?" Peter sneaked a peek of Liam.
"In my father's personal library, but I was probably a hundred years old or so when I sneaked inside," Liam chuckled with an anxious tone, "I was a curious kid."
"Just like your aunt," Peter added.
"Just like my aunt." Liam made a bittersweet smile on his handsome face.