It had been about two months since the three little ones had been born.

The new life as a father was a bit strange at first, his daughters could cry at any time when they wanted something, which meant he had to put his things aside to attend to them.

Their nighttime activities were especially affected; it was not uncommon for them to be in the middle of a heated session when they heard the sound of crying.

With the arrival of the three girls the house became livelier, Monica was now almost always at home taking care of her sisters, and Maria and Jane also came back more often.

Sophia was also very happy and almost always had one of the babies in her arms, she was a great help to everyone when caring for the babies, things like changing diapers or bathing them were things they knew in theory but had never done before.

Unlike Sophia who had experience with Damian.

Natasha also still occasionally went on missions but was almost always at home.

It had to be said that his daughters had developed faster than normal, at two months they could already crawl awkwardly and seemed more intelligent, of course, they were still far from talking.

Damian really prefers that they don't grow up so fast, if he had a daughter who in a few months could walk and talk it would be very sad.

In recent months, rumors had also begun to circulate about his daughter Ivy.

Ophelia was well known in Madripoor and everyone realized she was pregnant, although no one knew who the father was, most suspicions pointed to Damian.

In the face of rumors that Damien was willing to present his daughters in Madripoor, the matter had been delayed for quite some time.

Of course, he wouldn't do anything ostentatious and would just let the country's reporters take the news and let the country know that they have three new princesses.

So that morning Damian was in the living room with his family and ready to go to Madripoor.

Ana, Carol, and Ophelia were holding their daughter in their arms, adorably dressed.

''Then let's go,'' said Damian, smiling.

''Looks like today everyone is going to confirm that the baby was yours,'' Ophelia laughed as she tickled Ivy.

Ivy laughed as she waved her hands to stop her mother.

''They'll know they have a lusty king,'' Carol said mockingly.

''Maybe they'll send me concubines,'' said Damian, smiling as he watched Carol stop smiling.

''Let's go'' said Ana standing up, she was wearing a black coat while carrying Emma, she looked really motherly.

''You look beautiful'' said Damian approaching Ana and taking her hand.

''Hm '' said Ana, smiling at him.

''Let's go'' said Carol getting up followed by Ophelia.

''Come on then'' said Carol standing up followed by Ophelia.

"Fare them well," Sophia said with a smile.

''We'll be back soon,'' said Damian.

''Bye sweetie'' said Damian to Monica bending down to give her a kiss on the head.

''See you later'' said Monica, nodding without taking her eyes off the screen.

''Don't play too much,'' Carol said mockingly before Damian made them disappear.

The group appeared at the palace in Madripoor.

Ophelia quickly pulled out a phone before dialing someone.

In a few seconds, a half-Asian woman arrived and greeted them.

''Damian, this is Olivia, she's been taking care of everything in my absence'' said Ophelia introducing her.

''Nice to meet you,'' Damian said with a nod.

"Is everything ready?'' Ophelia asked Olivia.

''Yes, the reporters are waiting for you,'' said Olivia.

''Good,'' said Ophelia.

''Since everything is ready, let's go,'' Damian said casually.

The whole group followed by Olivia walked to a room where several reporters were waiting.

Seeing the door open, everyone quickly stood up while secretly readying their cameras.

They had been called to tell them that the king of Madripoor wanted them to cover the news.

Before arriving, the reporters scrambled for this opportunity, it must be said that no one had interviewed the mysterious Damian Alucard, almost everything was done by the green-haired woman, Ophelia.

Speaking of Ophelia, reporters wondered if this interview has anything to do with the rumors that have been swirling about the father of Ophelia's baby.

''Good morning everyone,'' Damian said, nodding to the reporters before stepping aside and letting his women pass.

These actions surprised reporters, not only did the king appear to be quite relaxed and courteous but he even stepped aside to give way to someone.

They expected a somewhat more arrogant and intimidating king considering the nickname they had given him.

Damian escorted the three mothers and made sure they were seated before addressing the reporters.

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''I'm sure you are curious about this interview,'' said Damian.

''Recent rumors made me think I should introduce my daughters,'' said Damian.

''I want you to do something quite simple, inform the whole country that you have three new princesses, now, I want it to be something quite discreet without any extra words'' Damian said directly.

''Are we going out too?'' Carol asked thoughtfully.

Although it was known that Damian had two women in the end they didn't know who they were, this is Madripoor and Damian has total control, a paparazzi would never have the opportunity to sneak a photo.

It would be different if they showed their faces and names now, not that it bothers Carol, she doesn't care.

''Only if you want to, even if you've never introduced yourselves to the world, maybe this is a good opportunity,'' Damian said looking at Carol and Ana.

''Although I would prefer if we could find a more casual way, maybe have pictures leaked by 'accident'?''' Ana asked, she didn't like the idea of just having her front pictures taken and then being displayed.

''You're right,'' Carol said with a nod.

''I really don't care, everyone knows me in this country'' said Ophelia, playing with Ivy.

''Now everyone will know that you climbed into the king's bed to have your position,'' Carol said mockingly.

''Am I supposed to be embarrassed?'' Ophelia asked, looking at Carol and Ana with a smile.

The two women couldn't help but feel annoyed before deciding to ignore her.

The journalists sounded as if they were on a field day, the amount of information they were hearing was literally worth gold.

"Well, then start thinking of an accidental way to reveal everything," Damian said, smiling at the reporters.

''Your Highness, give us a few minutes to talk and we'll give you an answer,'' said a reporter before everyone gathered and shared ideas.

Damian sat near his daughters as he watched their curious eyes dart back and forth.

A few minutes passed and the same older reporter approached Damian cautiously.

''Your Highness, we have some ideas,'' said the reporter.

''Okay, let's hear them out,'' Damian said with a nod.

''In the last few years social networks have become more powerful and we were thinking if you could create an account and slowly reveal information,'' the reporter said nervously.

''There's a booming app called Instagram, it could be a good option,'' said the reporter.

''Hm, social networks," Damian mumbled thoughtfully, he knew Instagram, it had come up a year or so ago.

''That's not a bad idea,'' Damian said absently.

''What do you think?'' Damian asked the three women.

''Can you explain how Instagram works?'' Carol asked, she had heard about it but wasn't clear what it was like.

''Instagram is a social network mainly where you upload photos or videos, other people can comment and give 'likes' to your content, something interesting about this application is that you can have followers'' said the reporter.

''It's quite an exciting thing to have a lot of followers, it's not uncommon for people to compete over who has the most followers,'' the reporter said.

''Hm, sounds interesting,'' said Carol.

''I already have an account, I have 5 million followers'' said Ophelia with a satisfied smile.

''Why do you have so many?'' Damian asked curiously, Instagram was a little over a year old, having that many are pretty impressive.

''I'm practically the face of Madripoor, not to mention very beautiful'' said Ophelia, giving Damian a seductive smile.

''You have a point,'' Damian said with a nod.

''Monica and Jane also have Instagram, Monica even uploaded a picture hugging you'' said Ophelia laughing as she showed her phone to Damian.

''This girl'' said Damian, giving a wry smile as he saw many likes.

''Okay, then we'll create an account, when everything is ready you can publish the news,'' Damian told reporters.

''That's all for now, I'm sorry you had to come for nothing,'' he told reporters.

''Your Highness must be joking, we'll be waiting for you to call us,'' said the senior reporter with a smile before they were all led out by Olivia.

When everyone left, Carol looked at Damian before asking him.

''I guess soon the whole world will be talking about us'' said Carol, surely the newscasts of all countries would mention them.

''Yes, but that's okay, we have nothing to hide and with our daughters growing up it is necessary for us to be known as a family and not just me,'' said Damian.

''It wouldn't be nice to be asked who my daughter's mom is and no one knows who she is,'' said Damian, smiling.

''This world is very normal for us,'' Ana said suddenly.

''True, but it won't be for long,'' Damian said with a slight smile.

''There he is, with his slight mysterious smile, who knows where he gets his knowledge from'' said Ophelia mockingly.

Carol and Ana couldn't help but laugh, they had also received Damian's mysterious replies.

''Well, let's see about setting up Instagram accounts,'' Damian said as he pulled out the large crib that held all three babies.

Ana nodded before gently placing Emma in the crib, Emma was a quiet girl so she just casually crawled around the crib while looking around.

Carol also tried to leave Alice in the crib, but only Alice whined, unwilling to leave her mother's embrace by holding her hair.

''Alice, honey, look there's your sister Emma, go play with her'' said Carol with a pitiful smile.

Understanding Carol's words, she stopped resisting and let them put her in the crib.

''It came out totally like you,'' Ana said with a slight smile.

''I can only be thankful that she's very smart and understands more or less what I mean'' said Carol, sighing as she arranged her hair.

Carol and Ana also pulled out their phone before downloading the app. Ana was not too keen on this social network thing but she also wanted her daughter to be proud of her and be able to brag about being her daughter so she decided to get in on the act as well.

''What the fuck, there's already a Damian Alucard, there's even Damian Alucard1, 2, and 3'' said Damian cursing.

''Hey, the babies'' Carol said looking at Damian speechless, if they were normal babies it wouldn't matter, but she wouldn't be surprised if one day she woke up and her daughter called her 'mommy'.

''Sorry,'' Damian said, giving a slight smile to his daughters who looked at him, he knew they were very smart, he just hoped they wouldn't start repeating what he said.

''It's normal, you just have to call the company and ask them to release your name, regarding the accounts with numbers in the end I don't think they can do anything'' said Ophelia laughing.

''Cough...can you take care of that?'' Damian asked with a smile.

''No,'' Ophelia replied, matching his smile.

''Don't forget that I am your king,'' Damian said, looking at her seriously.

''My child, your father is bullying your mother,'' said Ophelia, looking at Ivy in her arms with a pitiful face.

''Tsk, Olivia!'' shouted Damian, calling Ophelia's temporary replacement.

''Sir,'' said Olivia, opening the door and looking at Damian.

''Call the owners of Instagram to release my name so I can create an account,'' said Damian.

''I'll do it right away'' said Olivia seriously, it's her first assignment so she must fulfill it flawlessly.

Olivia left the room again before using Madripoor's resources to be able to communicate with the owners of Instagram.

Finally, Olivia dialed the phone number she had been given before waiting.

"Hello?'' Asked the voice with some nerves. A moment ago they had called him from Madripoor to confirm his number and told him that in a moment they were going to call him back.

''Hello, good morning,'' Olivia said politely.

''Good morning, is there anything I can help you with?'' said the voice quickly, cursing inwardly at his lack of manners.

''Yes, His Highness Damian wants to create an Instagram account for himself, clearly, his name is taken so he wishes they could release his name,'' Olivia said directly.

''Of course, we will do it right now, I ask you to thank his highness Damian for using our application, we will also give him 10% of the stocks as a thank you'' said the voice hurriedly.

''You're pretty smart, I'll take care of conveying your words'' Olivia said, satisfied, she got what she wanted without saying it, and surely the king would congratulate her.

On the other side, the Instagram co-founder ended the call with sweat on his brow.

''How did it go?'' asked his partner.

''Everything went well'' he said, sighing as he put the phone on the table.

''With Damian Alucard himself using our application it will make the number of users explode, it will save us years'' said the man with a smile.

''Giving him stocks was so necessary? Isn't it a little strange?'' the partner asked in confusion.

''The fact that an account is created is the best possible publicity, not only will we not lose money but we will multiply the value of our company'' said the excited man.

''Just watch Stark Industries, his presence will stabilize our company and investors will have more confidence, we will be able to control investors more easily if they think we can get Damian to use our application'' said the man with a sly smile.

''The amount of money in shares we gave him is insignificant for a man like him, I wanted to give him more but it pains me to do so'' said the man with a wry smile.

''Okay, I'm waiting to see the news,'' said the man with a smile as he imagined the explosive increase in users.