When the door opened again, Eva looked over with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
Although she did not have much hope, she still hoped that things would work out.
What if a miracle happened?
When Moss appeared in front of Eva with Bernal in his arms, Eva felt like she was going to faint from her jubilation.
She hurriedly ran to Moss and saw Bernal sleeping soundly in Moss's arms.
"Oh Bernal, my Bernal!"
Joy enveloped Eva as her tears fell again. Earlier, they were tears of sorrow and despair. This time, they were tears of joy.
Despite her exhilaration, Eva did her best to control herself and was careful not to wake her child up.
When Bernal woke up again, he saw the ceiling that he had been staring at for three to four years.
This was his room.
I'm back?
Turning around, Bernal saw a familiar figure. His mother, Eva, was leaning over the bed, her hands clutching Bernal's arm.
Feeling the warmth from his palm, Bernal felt very relieved. He was finally back.
"Mother."
Hearing Bernal's call, Eva looked up immediately. She was in a light sleep.
"Bernal, you're awake. Do you feel unwell? Is there anything you want to eat?"
"No, I'm feeling good."
It was the truth. Although Bernal had not eaten for a day and night, his body had been enhanced comprehensively after the test of the Evil God's powers, and Bernal did not feel hungry at all.
In fact, he believed that he might not even need to eat anymore.
However, in Eva's opinion, her child was intentionally hiding his situation from her because he didn't want her to worry.
What a sensible child!
"This will not do. You must be starving."
With that, Eva gave Bernal a big hug.
"I'll get someone to bring you breakfast now. Please wait a while."
In order not to worry Eva, Bernal did not refuse. As he watched Eva leave before the door closed, Bernal suddenly thought of something.
"Oh yes, Mother, where's Alia?"
Eva froze at the sound of an unfamiliar girl's name coming from Bernal's mouth. She began to wonder who Alia was.
Eva, who had been with Bernal all night, did not know about Alia.
"Who's Alia?" Eva placed her hand on the door handle and looked at Bernal in confusion.
"The maid that came back with me. My maid."
Eva found Bernal's emphasis on ownership adorable.
"I'll help you ask around. Now behave and lay on your bed."
"Okay."
Watching Eva leave the room, Bernal lay in bed and closed his eyes to sense the power in his body.
Gulp gulp!
When a familiar voice entered his ear, Bernal opened his eyes again. By the time he did, the pupils of his left eye had already turned into the shape of a crown.
Bernal looked at the flowers that were placed on his balcony for decoration.
The black tide surged, and the flowers were instantly swarmed.
Crash!
The waves crashed down, and Bernal withdrew it quickly.
The flowers remained on the spot as decorations.
On the surface, it seemed like nothing had changed.
At most, the flowers on the balcony looked more vibrant and beautiful than the ones outside.
At this moment, a butterfly seemed to be attracted by the flower and flew over.
When the butterfly stopped on the flower, time seemed to stop. Then, its body began to dissipate like a sand statue.
In the end, the butterfly turned into tiny particles that were devoured by the flowers. The flowers that absorbed the butterflies swayed with the wind. They looked ever so gorgeous.
Bernal nodded with satisfaction.
"Not bad."
Bernal had treated the failed products from previous experiments as fertilizer, and he transferred the nutritional content into the flowers.
As for the modification of the flowers, he did not interfere too much with the insides of the flowers. He only injected nutrients and energy that they could withstand inside, helping the flowers absorb all the nutrients.
As for what would happen and what the outcome would be, Bernal did not know either.
Just like the lottery, Bernal was also curious about the results.
Looking at the flowers on the window sill, Bernal could vaguely sense their emotions.
Have they evolved?
Knock! Knock!
While Bernal was thinking, there was a knock on the door.
Bernal looked outside the door as if he had sensed something. He didn't put away the black tide.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Alia walked in with a tray.
"Master."
Bernal nodded. He looked at Alia, who was holding a plate, and asked in puzzlement,
"Are you alone?"
Bernal was surprised when he sensed only Alia at first. He almost thought that there was a problem with his perception.
He did not expect that his father and mother would be so relieved to let Alia act alone.
Alia first served the plate to Bernal before explaining,
"Yes, my lady was summoned by the margrave."
"I see." Bernal did not doubt her. He ignored the food on the plate and focused on Alia.
After observing Alia with his left eye for a while, Bernal's pupils returned to normal. He looked at the silent Alia and suddenly asked, "Do you feel anything special?"
"Well?" Alia looked at Bernal questioningly. Why did he ask?
Seeing that nothing was wrong with Alia, Bernal was relieved.
Very well, it seemed that the dream was working well, and Rogeria did not seem to have any signs of waking up.
"Forget it. You can slowly adapt to life here. I'll get Carrie to guide you as a maid. You better learn from her."
Carrie was the head maid of the Nielson family, who was usually in charge of all the maids in the mansion.
As he said this, Bernal suddenly thought of a question. Was Carrie alive in this attack?
It would be troublesome if Carrie died.
Alia had no objections to Bernal's arrangement.
"Okay."
Looking at the obedient Alia, Bernal was satisfied.
"They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" He asked in concern.
Alia looked at Bernal questioningly, clearly not knowing what he meant by making things difficult.
It had been less than two days since her consciousness was born. As a human, Alia had much to learn.