1676 DANGER!
"Where are they?"
"Aunt, I think they're at their old ways again."
Penelope frowned, holding the little boy's hands delicately. "It's times like this that I wish I could throw your uncle over a bridge."
The boy said nothing, only furrowing his forehead.
He might think he looked fierce, but for the many servants who tidied him up daily, he would always look super cute to them.
Oliver sighed like an old man with countless thoughts.
He did love his uncle with all his heart. But he was closer to his aunt and looked up to her more.
As for his twin sister, Gwen, she, on the other hand, seems to have inherited his uncle's unreliable nature.
Oliver doesn't remember much about his birth and his younger self, but everyone says that when he was born, he hardly made a sound growing up.
He only cried when he was hungry or in need of clean diapers. In short, people only heard his wails when necessary.
And even then his crying wasn't so dramatic but something moderate.
On the other hand, his sister was the complete opposite.
From her birth till now, she always acted as though she had ants in her pants.
She always tended to stage a prison break.
It's said that whether they placed her in her crib, she would find a way to escape no matter how tall the crib was.
Indeed, she had inherited her uncle's love for climbing over palace walls and fleeing.
Penelope had the most headaches because of the uncle and daughter pair.
She, a soon-to-be mother who was heavily pregnant, and Oliver had just returned from a vital outing.
They expected to see the uncle-daughter duo at home. So who can tell them why Santa and Gwen were nowhere to be found?
No. Strike it.
One of the hidden guards protecting them just informed them of the duo's escape.
Penelope already had a hunch of where Santa was taking Gwen.
They should be heading for the Carona Airport which was almost done with its final checks.
Sigh...
Penelope and Oliver sighed at the same time before smiling wryly.
"What about it? Are you up for another outing?"
Oliver shrugged. "Royal aunt, I don't mind. Anyway, it's great to get my sister back. As for my uncle, I feel I must ensure he doesn't disturb or destroy anything there. After all, we don't want what happened last time to repeat itself."
Oliver sounded very mature.
At 3 and a half years old, he already showed signs of being responsible.
He might be a good helper to her son when he grows up.
Don't look down on 3-year-olds.
As a general rule of thumb, just know that children in this era matured top fast compared to the future era.
At this age, some could already cook and boil water for their sick mothers, crippled family members and siblings, especially if they were the only ones who could do these tasks right now.
Some were the only children of their parents.
If something happens to their parents, who do you think will take care of the parents?
From the moment children could walk and talk, they began learning how to manage their homes and take care of their loved ones.
Such was life.
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Oliver and Gwen were the twin children born to Penelope's second brother.
Hey.
They have indeed come a long since the days when her brothers plotted against her.
After throwing them in Baymard, they not only sat up but changed completely.
Now, each of them has returned to Carona and is helping her govern the place.
Her 2nd brother married a while back and gave birth to her cute nephew and niece.
If it were before, twins would have been seen as an ominous sign.
But thanks to Baymard's medical modernization, everyone understood it was a natural phenomenon.
Penelope and Santa loved this pair of twins very much.
One could say the twins also felt they were their second parents.
In the case of their studies, Penelope has always been a fair person, giving them both the chance to take up a position beside her son.
Penelope expected Gwen to be somewhat motivated. But who knew it would give an opposite reaction? Gwen looked like she had been given the death sentence.
Don't think you can fool her because she's a child.
She has seen how much work her aunt does constantly, from staying in the office and signing documents to going there, doing this, doing that, and so on.
Standing in office close to the future heir in her aunt's belly also meant she needed to study harder than anyone else.
She needed to learn the art of war in more detail than others.
Don't look at the throne and think that all that glitter is gold.
Her aunt worked too hard around the clock.
Just thinking that her future might be to follow the heir till she dies in old age was enough to scare her skeleton out of her body.
Penelope didn't even finish her sentence before Gwen raised her hand to opt-out from being a candidate.
What a joke!
She liked to be free like her uncle.
Okay. Okay.
It's true that her uncle also had his duties as aunt's husband. But they were nowhere near what her aunt did.
As royalty, she knew she would have to shoulder some responsibility. So rather than choosing a route that gives her more duties, why not choose the latter?
To be honest, her dream was to live like her other aunt, Queen Lucy.
She has stayed with her aunt for 4 months once, going to several jobs and meetings with her aunt.
Sure, some were boring. But the ones like the fashion hosting events, hospital visits, charity red carpet events and humanitarian events were very intriguing.
Lucy's work, just like her uncle's, was a good balance between 'serious' tasks and 'fun' ones.
As for Oliver, apart from his father and aunt, he also looked up to his Uncle Landon, Uncle William and the other rulers too.
But it would be a lie if he said he knew which one was his favorite.
Spending time with Sirius, Landon, Williams and even Astar taught him different values.
They each had something important to give.
Again, he was most looking forward to attending classes in Baymard when he turned 7.
Once in Baymard, he will not only go to school but also take up sword training 4 times a week in the palace.
That's right.
He will be staying in the palace while studying.
Like so, the duo stepped into their carriage, once again heading out of the palace.
Many stared at Penelope's cold face and lit candles in their hearts for Santa.
Sigh...
Some people never learn.
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--Carona's International Airport--
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It was rare for the sun to come out on such a day.
Holding Gwen with one hand, Santa placed another on his hips and stared at the massive estate with an unstoppable smile.
"Little girl, uncle will tell you right now that the estate looks nothing like it does now."
Gwen's eyes shone brightly. "Really?"
"Of course, it's true. When did your uncle Benjamin ever lie to you?"
"Many times, uncle. There was the time you promised me Strawberry candy but tricked me into eating ginger. Don't think I will forgive for that yet."
Santa wanted to cry wondering why this little girl's memory was so good.
Are you sure she's not the true genius here? "Little girl, little girl. Uncle has already apologized for that. So why do you keep bringing it up?"
"But aren't you the one who asked me when upriver ever lied to me?" Gwen had an innocent look as though she didn't mean any of it.
Penelope might believe her, but Sanat who spent most of his time with the little brat knew about her cleverness.
"Okay. Okay. You win. I'll give you one wish token. You can ask me for anything and I'll deliver. So what do you want?"
"Hehehehehehehe~... uncle, you know I'm just a little child. So what can I need now? In another 15 years, I'll hold us accountable for this promise."
"_"
Santa felt the girl had dug a hole for him but had no evidence.
Again, he asked...
Are you sure this girl is not purposefully hiding her cleverness?
How badly did she wish not to take up an official government role by his son's side for her to fool everyone?
The girl knew what she was doing.
It seems she was very interested in the Entertainment business.
However, being an entertainer doesn't mean she can also fulfill her royal duties.
Knowing the little girl, she will probably do both exceptionally well. It's just that she didn't want many royal duties.
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Wow!
Gwen was pleased by the many runway roads and sights shown. Only she knew what she was thinking when asking to tour the place.
'Will I be able to fly the air balloon soon?'
She really wanted to learn, but cursed at how slow bodily growth. She didn't want to admit it but she was jealous of adults who could go wherever they wanted. As a royal child, her movements were limited.
Alright.
The group toured around merrily and were about to head back when suddenly, Santa felt something cold strike his back.
Bam!
He and the little girl were now unconscious.
