The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 591: There’s always a need to have many plans when you face the final boss

Chapter 591: There’s always a need to have many plans when you face the final boss

It had never been part of my plan to care about human business.

I had always believed that searching for the Goddess was the Hero’s role. That was why I had always drawn a line in my involvement on that side. Well...that and to avoid my husband’s jealousy. I was so careful and deliberately did not meet the templars because I felt like I would get dragged along if I did.

I mean...Valmeier’s father was the last priest to receive the Goddess’ voice, after all.

But the universe had a way to make a story. Was this how fate made me join the Hero’s party? Who knows.

Naturally, this decision wasn’t welcomed well--especially from the demon still kneeling in front of me.

"What?" Natha’s eyes widened for two seconds before turning narrow and sharp. "You’re going to the Human Realm?"

"How else can I find the Goddess?"

Natha’s jaw clenched and he asked in a quiet, low voice. "Is this how you punish me?"

This demon?! I smacked the side of his head almost reflexively--he did say I could do that if his mind wasn’t in the right place.

"Are you crazy?!" I glared at him. "Here I am trying my best to come up with a solution, and you make it about yourself?"

He blinked stupidly, and I pointed at Shwa in the corner. "Go and repent while staring at your son’s face. I’m revoking your right to touch him for now, so just watch him in silence and repent."

"S-sweetheart...?"

"No ’sweetheart’--repent!"

I snapped my fingers repeatedly until Natha stood up and dazedly went to the sofabed. He crouched in front of the bed and glanced at me, but I snapped my fingers and glared at him again, so he turned his face swiftly to watch Shwa as I told him.

Hmph. I was glad the leftover anger was still there, so I didn’t get seduced by that pitiful look on my husband’s face.

"Can’t believe there’ll come a day when the Big Boss got sent for a timeout," Izzi muttered while sipping on his tea. "Ack--it’s hot!"

"We know the hierarchy in this household," D’Ara sloshed her wine and drank it with a smile.

"Yes, and it’s Shwa," Aunt Nezja smiled when I nodded in absolute agreement. "But must you go looking for the Goddess yourself? Isn’t there a Hero or something in the Human Realm?"

"And that’s why the Big Boss got all jealous..."

Was this elf pent up or something? I swallowed my chuckle with a sigh. "Who knows how long the Hero will take," I shook my head. I also didn’t want to do this, you know. "The last priest that has the Goddess’ blessing is Valmeier’s father, so maybe something will come out if I visit the abandoned church and meet the templars."

"You only have ninety...no, eighty-nine days left. Not a very long time to search for a missing deity," D’Ara narrowed her eyes slightly. "What are you going to do if you can’t find her before your baby’s 100th day?"

"Then we have no choice but to go with what we have," I shrugged. "Hopefully, Mother could help me persuade him."

I don’t know, man...I felt like I was getting better at bullshitting, so who knew?

"And if it doesn’t work?"

You’re very negative today, Miss Vampire.

I took a deep breath and smiled bitterly. "Then we’ll run away," I shrugged, adding swiftly before Amarein could say anything. "Not to the realm of nature," I shook my head. "Somewhere...somewhere out of their authority--well, not that I know where, but we have almost three months to think about it, so..."

"Hmm..."

D’Ara nodded, meaning that she more or less agreed with my plan. For now, anyway. "Well, you said that Lord An’Hyang doesn’t have any bad intentions, so maybe you can really talk it out with him."

I thought so too--although there was no telling with obsessive people.

Aunt Nezja, who had been quiet all this time, opened her mouth. "Valen...you said Lord An’Hyang wants the ves--"

"Baby," I cut her sharply. "Shwa. Navardhi."

"Forgive me," she smiled apologetically and repeated. "You said Lord An’Hyang wants to keep the baby for safety reasons, so maybe if you can prove that he’ll be safe with you..."

"That’ll be ideal, but..." D’Ara clicked her tongue. "The safety was already breached, unfortunately.

Ah, damn it. Argh! Those demons! It was all because of those demons who were too cowardly to face Natha directly and so targeted me and Shwa to threaten him afterward. Those demons who still gave me difficulty even after they were dead! Damn it!

"This desire to keep the baby in the Sanctuary is probably because of that," D’Ara concluded.

I gripped my fists tightly at the surging anger raging in my heart. Fuck those demons!

"Is there a way to resurrect them again so I can kill them with my own hand this time?" I hissed.

"Technically--"

"My Lady, please don’t teach our Prince forbidden magic," Amarein cut the vampire sharply, to my disappointment.

As I was drowned in anger and disappointment, Zia suddenly spoke in a timid voice. "But Val..."

"Mm?"

"That means...you’ll have to leave Shwa behind, won’t you?"

My whole body stiffened; my mind went blank. Not because I had just realized that, but because I had been thinking about that nonstop, my brain kicked in some defense mechanism to shove it to the ground. And now that it was getting dug...

Drip. Drip. Water dripped onto my hand from my eyes.

"V-Valen?"

"Sweetheart?!"

Natha was scrambling back to my side. If I wasn’t busy crying, I would probably scold him for walking away from his punishment. But he was in luck because I needed him at that moment, so I grabbed his hands and buried my face in his abdomen.

Yeah. Yeah, I had to leave my sweet baby behind. And thinking about that--thinking about leaving my baby when a powerful entity wanted to keep him away from me was frightening, painful. I’d bring him along if I could, but that wouldn’t be possible, would it?

It wouldn’t be safe, and he might have to live in the wild. There might be fights, a lot of it. I wouldn’t be able to provide milk. Dangers were everywhere.

No--in the first place, there was no sane person who would bring a newborn baby outside for a hard journey unless for an emergency...which we might end up doing if I botched the negotiation process in the Sanctuary.

But why? Why do I need to do that?!

Why do I have to get separated from my son? My own son!

Why do I have to go through all of this?! I just want to have a loving family! I just want to raise my own son with my husband and everyone who loves him!

I only have him for eleven days! Why should I be separated from him? Why?!

"I know, sweetheart...I know," Natha hugged me tight and stroked my head gently. That made me realize that I had been screaming my heart out loud.

I gasped and looked back, but I saw a sheer red barrier around the sofabed, which told me that D’Ara had been protecting my sons from the noises we made. The shock from the realization calmed me down, surprisingly enough. I took a deep breath and held Natha’s cold hand to douse the fire blazing in my heart, tempering it into a quiet fury I might need to pull out in the future.

I raised my head to look at Natha, staring into his worried eyes. "Do you remember what I told you on that cliff?"

"The cliff?" Natha blinked for a second. "Our honeymoon?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "You promised me."

Did he remember? My heart beat fast, wondering if he took that promise seriously or just a lighthearted talk under the beautiful night sky at the end of our date.

Natha crouched in front of me again, piling my hands and holding them. "We promised we would raise Shwa like any other child," he gazed into my eyes--gentle, firm, reassuring. "We promised we would let him play around like any other child; we would teach him many things, we would let him do what he wants and support his endeavor; we would always be there, right alongside him, until he decided he will spread his own wings and take his own path."

So he did remember. Tears flew from my eyes again as relief spread through my heart.

"I want that. I want just that," I whispered.

And we wouldn’t be able to do that if Shwa was taken away from me. I wouldn’t mind it much--well, I would cry, but I wouldn’t mind it much--if my son wanted to go away and leave me behind one day, out of his own free will. But what free will would a three-month-old baby have? He couldn’t even talk to demand a diaper change.

"Then you have to make sure you convey that," D’Ara said. "Don’t forget to say all of that in the Sanctuary."

I pressed my lips and nodded.

"Still, gathering numbers is still the best, so let’s go with your plan," she curled her lips. "And you can leave that last resort hiding place to me."

"Teacher?" Natha raised his head. "You’re not talking about your own place, right?"

"Of course, not!" D’Ara rolled his eyes. "My place is still in the middle of his territory, more or less."

"So?"

She shook her head. "No, I can’t say it. What if he managed to pry it through your mind? Or the others, for that matter."

Oh, that made sense. Well, she should know him better than anyone else in the room, so...

"Thank you," I bowed my head, conveying my gratitude sincerely.

"Don’t mind it, sweetling--you have a more pressing matter to think about," she waved her hand in the air.

Right. I had to go to the Human Realm and search for the Goddess as soon as possible.

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