The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 592: Doing whatever we can to prepare for the future is the virtue of mortals

Chapter 592: Doing whatever we can to prepare for the future is the virtue of mortals

"Val," Zia held my hand on the way back, biting her lips nervously. "I’m sorry..."

I looked at her wordlessly, wondering what she was apologizing for. Was it because she also looked at the Demon King with sparkling eyes without realizing the questionable way he looked at Shwa?

"You...must have been so disappointed," she muttered while chewing her cheek, looking down sadly and apologetically. Even her palm felt damp, showing me her anxiety.

To be honest, I couldn’t blame the other demons. They didn’t have an alpha seed like Natha, so they had no natural defense against the heightened affection. Besides, unlike Natha, she and the other demons didn’t have the promise to raise Shwa. They weren’t Shwa’s parents, who were supposed to put him as a priority above anything else.

That being said...I did feel a bit disappointed. It was hard watching the others look infatuated with someone who screamed danger to me. That was why I couldn’t say ’it’s alright, it’s not your fault’ as usual.

"I’m sorry..." she muttered again, getting quieter and quieter--probably because I hadn’t been responding.

Well, this much remorse was more than enough to get rid of the little disappointment that I had. "Okay," I nodded and gripped her hand.

Immediately, relief spread across her anxious face, and she hugged my arm tightly, leaning her head on my side. "Haa...I wish I could help you with anything..."

"You have your own stuff to do," I chuckled and patted her head. "I appreciate the thought, however. Thanks."

"Mm..."

Our dear succubus was no longer a reclusive author who ran away from home due to ideological differences from her family. She was a new matriarch of a ruling clan, so she still had a lot of things to do before she could take it easy and let the management do the work.

Honestly, she should be going back to the Realm of Lust once the banquet was over.

"I’ll stay until you depart," was her reply when I mentioned it.

Well, I was thankful.

"If you want to help..."

"Yes?" she turned her head eagerly, looking at me in earnest.

I glanced at her and laughed at the sparkling violet eyes. It was as if she would hand over her novel copyright if I asked for it. "Just do well over there," I leaned down and whispered. "Especially about your love life."

"V-Val!" she smacked my arm and hissed, eyes darted embarrassedly toward the others.

Pfft--it wasn’t like people didn’t know about her relationship with a certain elf walking behind us?

I giggled and pinched her flushed cheek. "I want you to live happily, Zia. I want my son to be surrounded by happiness," I smiled wryly. "Especially in a time like this."

She looked at me with the gaze she had when she was apologizing earlier, before hugging my arm tightly. "Okay...okay, I’ll do that."

I didn’t know how far her relationship with Izzi had progressed, but I knew it wouldn’t be an easy one--always been with inter-race relationships. But I did hope everyone around me would be happy, and I’d pray for that happiness to spread to me too, to us, to my small family.

That kind of thought helped me stop crying and lamenting about my own life. Alright--so there’s a force trying to hinder my happiness; was it such a rare occasion? Not really.

Yeah. Wasn’t that how life had always been for me? I was used to hardship in my past life, fighting against pain and people trying to take away my inheritance. Perhaps because I had been surrounded by so much happiness like a non-stop blessing, I started to take it for granted.

But no--this was a life that I had to work on. That happiness didn’t just come; we fought for it. I used to think that I shouldn’t wish for too much and shouldn’t dream of something I knew would be too hard to achieve.

That was in the past. That was when I felt weak and alone.

I was no longer weak and, above all else, no longer alone. I wouldn’t just accept things as if I couldn’t do anything to change them. Especially not when I felt I was on the right.

Clenching my fists and nodding firmly, I stepped out of the bathroom with a stronger mindset. It was good that I let it out earlier in the greenhouse, so I wouldn’t have to get a melancholy attack in the middle of searching for the Goddess.

But why was my son wriggling on my bed instead of the nursery?

"Huh?" I turned toward Natha, who was just taking a tiny milk bottle from a preserving chest on the side table. "Why is Shwa here?"

Well, I asked that, but I also scrambled to the bed and nuzzled the giggling baby, rubbing the tiny hands on my cheeks.

Natha chuckled and handed me the small bottle, which also confused me. We only used the bottle if we were on an event like the naming ceremony, or if Rubha had to go away. Despite the confusion, however, I took the bottle and fed it to my greedy baby.

"I thought it would be good if Shwa slept with us for a few days," Natha said while climbing to the bed, stroking our son’s dark hair. "What do you think?"

"Yes!" I giggled and lay on my stomach while watching my baby suck the bottle eagerly.

Pfft--no matter which time, Shwa always drank the milk with a gusto. Thanks to that, he already looked like a month-old baby with plump cheeks and chubby hands. No wonder his kick and grip were very strong.

"Aww...who is a good boy? You finished the milk well, my baby~"

I nuzzled his belly gently before picking him up and laying him across my upper left torso, patting his back gently.

"Good boy~ good boy~"

"We’ll have to feed him every few hours and maybe change his diaper too, so we probably won’t get too much sleep tonight," Natha took the small milk bottle and put it aside. "Is that alright?"

"It should be better than not seeing him at all," I kissed the baby’s temple, and he let out a cute burp. "I’m sorry I left you last night, yeah?"

And I’m sorry I had to leave you again soon. But I did it so we could always be together in the future, so...you would understand, right?

"Not fair!" the bedroom door suddenly slammed open and Jade was running to the bed with a nervous nanny following behind in confusion. "Jade also want to sleep with Papa!"

"You’re going to go with Valen anyway," Natha rolled his eyes, but he still picked Jade up and plopped him on the bed.

"But Jade want to sleep with Shwa too!"

Fair enough. I laughed and patted the spot between me and Natha. Jade never moved in his sleep, so I wasn’t worried about him squashing Shwa. The bed was huge anyway, although it would mean I had to sleep a bit away from Natha.

He didn’t look like he minded it though, taking Shwa from me and swaying the baby until Shwa giggled and waved his tiny hands in the air. Well, I did deprive him of touching his son since yesterday morning.

"You may leave and rest for tonight," I told the confused nanny. "Tell the others too--tell Angwi to sleep well tonight."

"By your command," she bowed deeply and closed the bedroom door gently.

Jade giggled and crawled to my lap, clinging to my neck. We were rolling on the bed and Shwa made a laughing sound in response. I wasn’t sure if Shwa laughed at us or just felt the happiness emanating from us, but it almost felt the same.

It was only two days, but it felt like so many things had happened and so much time had passed. Because of that, it felt like it had been a long time since we had this kind of moment as a family. With no one there but us. We listened to Jade singing the nursery song that Arta taught him, made Shwa do little leg exercises, and sang a lullaby until both of them fell asleep.

Ah, it was enough to heal me from any leftover resentment from yesterday’s case.

"Sweetheart..."

"Mm?"

"Must you?"

We laid on our side with Jade and Shwa between us, but I could see the silver eyes clearly--rippling in concern like an obstructed moonlight. Well, I knew that he was truly worried about me, not just about feeling jealous or anything. But...

"I know you can fight the King’s influence now, but..." I hugged Jade to calm myself of the endless fear surfacing in my mind. "We don’t know what will happen inside the Sanctuary."

What if the influence got stronger over there? Natha wasn’t the King’s Challenger, so he didn’t have that immunity.

"Also...even if you can fight off the King’s influence, what about the Demon God?" I peeked at his stiffening expression.

I realized this lately, but I really didn’t get affected by the deities--after all, I could still get angry at them. It was probably because my soul came from another world, right? And so, I wasn’t worried about the state of my mind in the Demon Sanctuary.

But what about Natha?

What if the influence there increased; so much that his alpha seed could not handle it?

"That’s why I need more supporters," I stroked his hand, which was patting Shwa gently. "And even if you can stay clear-headed, it will be hard for the two of us to win against them, right?"

Of course, it would be better if things could be solved by just talking. But even in negotiation, we needed to create a balance of power for the process to be fair and equal. Otherwise, it would be just a case of the strong pressuring the weak to submit.

And that was why we needed the other deities.

His brows quivered slightly, but in the end, he sighed, leaning down to kiss the back of my hand. "I understand," he smiled bitterly. "I’ll do what I can then."

"Hmm? What are you going to do?"

He shrugged and replied nonchalantly. "I need to make sure my mind won’t be affected in the Sanctuary."

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