Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 217: Babysitting fail

The Remiro estate was in absolute chaos.

Mimi, the tiny tyrant, had been crying non-stop for three days.

Her shrieks of protest echoed through the halls, testing the patience of even the most seasoned warriors. Servants were frazzled, the estate was in shambles, and the once peaceful household was on the verge of collapse.

Her parents had vanished for three whole days, and she had officially had enough.What started as small whimpers had escalated into a full-blown tantrum.

She screamed. She kicked. She refused food.

And the estate?Absolute panic.

Raul, the unlucky soul on babysitting duty, sat slumped in the nursery, looking as though he had fought an entire war and lost and looking like he had aged ten years overnight

"Make her stop, please." He groaned, massaging his temples as Mimi wailed like a banshee.

Mona, as cool as ever, stood in the center of the chaos with a smirk. She approached Mimi, who was thrashing in her crib, and scooped her up effortlessly.

"Shhh, little star," Mona cooed, rocking her gently.

Mimi, as if responding to magic, sniffled once, hiccupped, and then went completely silent.The room collectively exhaled.

Raul looked at Mona with a mix of awe and betrayal.

"How do you do that?" he muttered, rubbing his temples.

Mona smirked, adjusting Mimi on her hip. "Talent."

Meanwhile, Rhett, who had been lurking awkwardly near the door, tried to suppress a laugh.

The young Remiro was only here to accompany Mona, but now he found himself caught in the middle of a battle he was not equipped to handle.

"Where are they?" Mona asked, adjusting Mimi in her arms. "It’s been three days."

Raul, who had zero self-preservation instincts, muttered under his breath,

"Making another baby."

Unfortunately for Raul, Mona had sharp ears.

"Making another baby?!" Mona repeated, voice filled with outrage.

The young Remiro, Rhett’s eyes widened, his face turning bright red as he coughed violently.

Raul froze, his face pale.

"Wait—no, I didn’t mean—"

Before he could defend himself, the door creaked open.Roman and Leona stepped inside, impeccable timing.Raul, spotting his escape, bolted.The man who had faced entire armies without flinching fled the room like a terrified rabbit.

"Roman," Mona began, turning to him with innocent curiosity, "Raul said they’re making another baby. Does making a baby take three days?"

Roman stiffened.

Mona frowned, completely oblivious to the growing discomfort in the room.

"But I thought making a baby only takes five minutes?"

Rhett, who had finally recovered from his choking fit, promptly died again.

Raul’s soul left his body.At that exact moment, Roman and Leona entered the room.

Raul, sensing imminent danger, bolted.

He sprinted out of the nursery like a man being hunted.

Mona, still completely oblivious, turned toward Roman, tilting her head.

"Roman, Raul said Thorne and Noelle are making a baby."

Roman stiffened.

Leona, traitor that she was, took one look at the situation and disappeared, leaving Roman to deal with the question alone.

"Uh..." Roman began, looking visibly panicked.

Rhett, in the background, was doing a terrible job of hiding his amusement.

"Because," Mona continued, completely oblivious to Roman’s discomfort, "I remember hearing the maids say five minutes is all it takes. Are they bad at it or something?" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Roman was on his own.Mona continued, as if she hadn’t just spoken a death sentence.

"Does making a baby take three days?"

Roman made a sound.It wasn’t human.Rhett, who had recovered just enough to breathe properly, was choking again.

Roman, eyes darting around like a man looking for an escape route, slowly exhaled.

"I... Uh... It’s... Complicated?"

Mona squinted. "Complicated how?"

Roman swallowed thickly. "There are... stages."

Mona crossed her arms. "Stages?"

Roman cursed Raul’s entire bloodline for putting him in this situation.

"Yes," he nodded, lying through his teeth.

"You see... First, there’s preparation."

Rhett had to turn away, biting his fist to keep from laughing.

Mona nodded seriously. "Like gathering materials?"

Roman, whose brain was actively overheating, nodded.

"Exactly."

"And then?"

Roman regretted every life choice that led him to this moment.

"Then there’s... uh... negotiation."

Mona frowned. "That sounds like business."

Roman, sweating bullets, nodded again.

"Yes, well... technically, it is."

Mona narrowed her eyes. "What happens after?"

Roman internally screamed.

He needed this conversation to end.

But Mona was too invested now.

"Then... construction begins."

Silence.

Mona blinked.

"That sounds fake."

Roman, about five seconds away from throwing himself out of the nearest window, forced a smile.

"It’s not."

Mona, squinting suspiciously, finally relented.

"Okay, fine."

Roman almost collapsed from relief.

But then—Mimi let out a small noise.

Mona turned her attention back to her.

"See, Mimi?" she cooed, bouncing the baby in her arms. "Your parents are constructing something special for you!"

Roman wheezed.Rhett had to leave the room.

Roman was stuck in a verbal minefield with a too-curious little girl and a baby who was a single breath away from screaming again.

This was not what he signed up for, when he vowed to follow Thorne to death, he thought it involved bathing in the blood of enemies, dying on the battlefield not whatever this is.

Mona, satisfied with his answers, had turned her attention back to Mimi, cooing at the baby as if she hadn’t just traumatized every adult in the room.

Roman, meanwhile, had aged ten years and he could only fantasize and look forward to what he was going to do to when he finally caught Raul.

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Somewhere far away, hiding among the stables like a man who had committed a high crime, Raul sat with his head in his hands.Raul sat in deep contemplation, staring into the abyss.

"I should leave the estate," he muttered.

The stable horses, uninterested in his existential crisis, simply chewed on hay.

"I could go north," Raul cont

inued, ignoring the fact that he had nowhere to go.

"Maybe change my name, start fresh..."

A horse sneezed.Raul jumped like he had just been caught committing treason.