"What was that, sweetheart? Are you talking to Mommy?" Isis spoke sternly, but a smile lingered in her eyes as she glanced at the little boy in her lap and gave him a brief motherly scolding, "Remember, little Joe, always project your voice when you speak. After all, Mother hears everything."
"Yes, Ma," sighed Jody.
His mother's ears were genuinely terrifying. He had barely made any sound, yet he could swear she heard exactly what he said.
Lady Isis frowned a little. Her son seemed to have the habit of abbreviating words with multiple syllables. Instead of calling her 'mother,' he often said 'ma.' At first, she thought the boy mispronounced mom, as children his age usually do. However, this no longer seemed to be the case. The boy was becoming more intelligent and eloquent daily, so it was apparently an intentional rebellion.
She was unhappy with this, as, in her opinion, it was improper and lazy. However, she felt her son acted out to show his independence. This shouldn't be considered a bad thing. After all, they were of very high status, whether here or back in the land of her origin.
How old was this boy?
Wasn't it amazing that he even had the mind to shorten terms for convenience? Thus, she just smiled brilliantly as her hand played with little Jody's curly head of hair. She used some magic force to twist and braid it in different styles. It seemed as if nothing in the world could enter her eyes other than her son.
As for the rest of the ladies at the table, they were all fond of this little guy with sapphire eyes to a lesser or greater degree. Looking into his eyes as he spoke to you would make one's heartbeat accelerate unnoticeably. He had a natural charm and glamor that was difficult to resist.
Toddlers were cute to begin with, after all.
One would often relax their guard in the presence of children. One of the wives, a woman with pretty green eyes wearing a blue robe, giggled. The mantle had strange symbols dancing around, depicting a silver flood dragon dancing in water lilies patterned on the back. The dress was deeply parted, showing off her generous assets.
She spoke candidly, "First sister, little Jo Jo is growing so eloquent! It's hard to believe he is, but he is barely over a year old. Why is he the talk of the entire Saint Anubis City this year? So, could you teach my little Milly how to speak so well?"
This was Jody's third mother and the mother of Kamila. Omotolani Congo was also the younger sister of the current Pharaoh of the Anubis Dynasty, Anubis Congo. Her status in Saint Anubis City could be imagined, so the fact that she was merely Jody's third mother and not the first lady spoke volumes of his mother's glory! Jody suddenly realized that he had underestimated that goofy guy who used to toss him dozens of feet into the air.
No average man could tame such monstrous women.
"Yes, the third sister is right," snorted a petite woman with cute features. She was the most normal among the women here; Jody thought her beauty could only be graded a 'B' in his former world. As for her attitude, it was a hard D- at best. Even as she spoke, her face held a scowl, "First sister, our little Jo will surely grow into a world-renowned scholar. Have you heard of any scholars of today who first learned to walk, then learned to talk, and all this before the end of the first year of their little life? Little Jo barely knew how to properly drink your milk before he learned to ask for it!"
This sarcastic voice was from the woman cradling an infant in her arms, Lord Osiris's petite but still beautiful fourth wife, Enora Morning!
She was the mother of his so-called baby brother, Jumoke. She sat there with poise and elegance, wearing a white dress made of fluffy material that fit her demeanor. She sat with a beautiful quilt draped over her shoulder as she breastfed her son. Her tone reeked of sarcasm, which didn't go unnoticed around the table, although her words seemed pleasant.
Jody made a mental note to be cautious of this new infant.
The mother was a bitch, after all. As they say, a bitch mother will usually raise a reckless pup. Jody wouldn't be careless, whether it was kin or no kin. He knew enough about politics to understand that noble houses were the most dangerous to grow up in! Siblings of such homes had to compete with each other, and it was a dog-eat-dog lifestyle.
Other than his mother and maybe his older sister, he had not formed an intimate bond with any of these people. Besides, his mother mostly didn't speak with these women. Although she always smiled and remained more than cordial with his father's third wife, Omotolani Congo. Their relationship always seemed reasonably good, but Jody was still skeptical.
Why would only these two be close?
"Indeed, little fifth. Oh my, excuse me, I mean first sister." The beautiful Lylian spoke. "Habit, my dear..."
The equally beautiful and incomparably elegant pregnant woman beside her frowned when she heard the other speak. They looked identical and were clearly blood sisters.
They had oval faces with no blemishes and a superior air hung around them. The first woman seemed a little harder to deal with and wore a violet dress that gently hugged her voluptuous body. She had a tiny waist and a round, full behind shaped like a peach. This was the woman whose picture they should put next to the word 'sexy' in the dictionaries of his former world.
This woman was Lylian Barong, and next to her was her pregnant twin sister, Vivian Barong.
Jody admired Lylian's beautiful countenance from the bottom of his heart, but luckily, he was only a child.
Otherwise, he would surely be endlessly jealous of Osiris. As it stood, he was only mildly covetous.
He might even war with his father over her if he wasn't a child. He just couldn't bring himself to dislike her despite her petty attitude. The lack of sexual desire was quite therapeutic for him, forcing him to consider what he admired. His last life was full of debauchery; he wanted to start fresh and change how he lived.
He never wanted to see someone suffer the way Lulu did.
Unfortunately, his adult-level thoughts remained genuinely impure. He could do nothing about this. This woman was his father's second wife and the mother of his eldest brother Horus, but Jody still felt destiny was cruel. The brother whom he had yet to meet could one day become his stepson.
"I must admit, I am very anxious to see what kind of force little Josiah will trigger in his test four years from now. His being an Origin Body is almost a certainty, after all. It's certain to be interesting," Lylian didn't look up from the small pink crystal mirror in her hand once while she spoke flatly.
However, this didn't sound like sarcasm or hidden slander to Jody. 'Hah! I think she likes m…hey, what is that thing?'
As a one-year-old, Jody sometimes struggled with focusing on one thought. Actually, he previously struggled with this even at thirty-three.
In Jody's view, this stunning lady was sitting elegantly while playing with some kind of little magic silver-pink light panel on the pink crystal mirror in her palm. It was like looking at someone using their cell phone back in the previous world. Only cellphones couldn't create a keyboard made of lights in the air. The violet crystal mirror lit up with different symbols and colors as Lylian interfaced.
Jody's bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he marveled at such a tool.
What was it?
He could vaguely recognize the serene glow it emitted. Just looking at the mirror calmed his easily excited heart. Though Jody had the soul of a thirty-three-year-old man, he was ultimately barely one year old. He was easily worked up and could do nothing about this.
Hormones were mighty!
Nonetheless, he made a mental note that he must ask his mother about this mirror later.
Just after Lylian had finished her statement, an outburst of boisterous laughter followed by a deep and masculine voice filled the room with majesty.
"I agree! Who could be called a genius in the presence of my boy? I spit on other geniuses, pah! I do anticipate his fifth year's testing, hahaha! Very much so, in fact." In walked a young man who appeared around thirty years old.
He wore luxurious white and gold robes with heavenly dog designs and symbols. He walked in with an elegant air and long black dreadlocks braided into a ponytail that was hanging casually over his shoulder.
"My love!"
"Husband!"
"Father!"
"Master!"
As soon as this man appeared, the women and children stood up in greeting as the servants all bowed. Some servants even begin to kowtow.
Jody also called out in his cute little voice.
"Pops!"