The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"When did you have a child?"

Phips knew his child well. He would not give birth to such a big child while resisting marriage.

"Hmm..." Yuga's brain froze for a second. He hadn't figured out what to say yet, but he could improvise: "A long time ago, I brought her back now to give you a surprise."

As for why he didn't tell the truth, he wanted to scare his father. He would know the truth sooner or later anyway.

"Yuga!" Phips' face suddenly darkened. "I once taught you to be an upright and responsible man. Do you think it's right to let an unmarried woman give birth to a child for you without any name or status?"

"No… not… father, she's not… not unmarried."

Yuga's pupils suddenly dilated and he spoke incoherently. Damn! His improvisation was full of loopholes.

"You destroy other people's families? Yuga, is that what I taught you?"

Phips held the scepter tightly in his hand, his wrinkled face still dignified and extremely oppressive.

His mind was as clear as a mirror, and he had already seen through the flaws in the child's words.

Among the remaining members of the Sirius tribe, none had close contact with Yuga, so where could he give birth to such a pure-blooded cub?

"Father...I..."

Seeing that the situation was getting worse the more he described it, Yuga lowered his head in frustration and told the truth, recounting this bizarre experience from the beginning.

"But no matter what, this is my child. Raven's test cannot be wrong. This is a gift from the universe to me. I don't have to look for a partner anymore."

The most important thing is the last sentence. No matter what, he doesn't want to hear any words urging him to get married again.

"Yuga, I understand."

Phelps finally smiled and lovingly straightened his wrinkled clothes.

"Dad, hug her. She's very cute."

Yuga gently picked up the child from the ground, held her in his arms and handed her to her father.

The little guy put his hands in his pockets and looked at his grandfather curiously with his big golden eyes, whom he met for the first time. He looked very kind.

"It's really cute."

Phelps took the chubby cub and carefully held it in his arms. The little guy was very brave and reached out to pull the big beard on his chin.

Although there is a language barrier, it does not affect the relationship between the grandfather and grandson.

After settling down, the first thing Yuga did was to report to his father, the second thing was to visit the people who were injured in the battle with the alliance, and the third thing was to find a suitable piece of clothing for the child.

There are no bustling cities on this planet. There are only civilians with sad faces and a few scattered shops that provide convenience for the hard life.

Yuga walked through the old streets and went to the tailor's house on the corner.

This is the only place nearby that makes clothes. The old tailor is a natural silkworm and can weave very beautiful clothes.

"Major General!"

The old tailor came out to greet him enthusiastically when he saw him. The news of the successful transportation back to the energy mine spread, and he had made another great contribution.

This is another small step towards their success.

"You're welcome. I want to buy some clothes for a little girl. She's about this size."

Yuga gestured roughly with his hands, and his father took his children to see the flower seeds that they had finally grown, so he had to come alone.

The old tailor happened to have a piece of clothing that met his requirements: a simple skirt, a white shirt with puff sleeves and a khaki vest, as well as a white miniskirt and khaki Martin boots.

Yuga was very satisfied with the clothes. Although the style was a bit old, it was considered a good deal. He took out a few star coins and gave them to the old tailor.

"Major General, I can't accept this. It's my honor to serve you."

The old tailor wanted to return the star coins to him, but everyone's daily life and food depended on him and his army, so how could he do that?

"Keep it, old man. Let's go!"

Yuga picked up his clothes and waved at him happily. He let out a "Ah-huh" and jumped onto the high wall with his feet. He soon disappeared in the distance.

"Like a child."

The old tailor looked in the direction where the major general disappeared. He seemed to have endless energy and always brought joy to people wherever he went.

Chief's Residence

Yuanyuan was placed on a small stool, standing on tiptoe and curiously looking at the rose covered in the glass cover. The dark red rose with velvet texture was gorgeous and tempting.

Grandpa said that he spent a long time cultivating this rose and it was the only rose on this land.

"nice!"

"Child, are you praising this rose?"

Phips stroked his beard, leaned close to her and asked softly in a friendly manner.

"Yes!"

Yuanyuan nodded seriously, it would be even better if she could take it out and play with it.

But grandpa seems to treasure this flower, so it’s better to keep it in this glass jar.

Looking at the cub's face that resembles Yuga, Phips couldn't help but recall what Yuga looked like when he was a child.

He was always mischievous and would dig holes in the garden at home, then roll around in the blooming flowers, crushing them to the ground with his body.

"You are a little different from Yuga. You are very well behaved and a good child."

If this pot of flowers encounters a young Yuga, it will definitely be pushed to the ground bit by bit by his wolf claws and then smashed to pieces.

"I am a good kid!"

There is no child who doesn't like to be praised. Yuanyuan put her hands on her hips, shook her fluffy tail behind her, and held her head high with pride.

She has been praised as a good baby so many times in the past two days that she feels a little flattered.

The baby will be praised without doing anything!

"It's a shame I can't understand what you're saying."

The little girl's smug look was particularly adorable in Phips' eyes. She must be saying something very interesting.

Yuga's voice was heard outside the yard. He was sharing the new clothes he bought for his children with the guards outside. His voice arrived before he showed up.

He did not live with his father, but lived with the soldiers in a military base, which was some distance away from here.

"Father, you should rest early. I will take the child back first."

Yuga held the child's hand and said goodbye to him. His father had been the military commander of the M-3 galaxy when he was young. He had many old injuries and he always suffered from old illnesses as he got older.

"Take good care of yourself and your children."

Phelps was somewhat reluctant to let them go, so he stood under the eaves, leaning on his scepter, and watched the father and daughter walk away.

He looked up at the dark sky; night was about to fall again.

The little guy was bored on the spaceship for a long time and was curious about everything here. Even though there was nothing worth seeing, he still found it quite interesting.

Outside a makeshift resettlement house in the distance was squatting a child, who looked to be about seven or eight years old, with his head buried and his thin shoulders twitching, and he looked like he was crying very sadly.

"Go and have a look..."

Yuga picked up the child, teleported to the boy's side, bent over and gently poked his shoulder.

"What happened? Why are you crying so sadly?"

The boy tilted his head back and saw a long scar on his face, which made his delicate features look fragmented and even a little distorted.