Chapter 201 – Chapter 194 – After the Gods Pass (1)

After passing through a flower field littered with rubble, Hernan was able to reach the entrance of the garden.

At the entrance, Potty, carrying the demon’s magic on his back, was welcoming you.

“Eh, El! Are you okay?”

“Are you okay. What about the kids and Sharpie?”

“Shah, Shafi is downstairs with the kids!”

The rabbit’s ears pricked up, revealing joy and relief.
Hernan paused for a moment, looking at the long ears.

The gods saw Poti and described it as a demon.
Although she didn’t look like a normal human or elf, she didn’t think she was a demon.

That’s also true, because she said that she became what she is now from a human because of her magic experiments.

“Hey, El? Are you really okay? Why is there no answer?”

“… Sorry. She was dazed from being distracted for a moment.”

Hernán put aside the questions the gods threw for a moment and looked behind Potty.

The shimmering masses of magical power slowly wriggled their tentacles.
It was a look that gave me a feeling of exhaustion rather than disgust.

“I’m glad it’s not too late.”

Seeing the demon’s magic mass and muttering, Potty spoke excitedly.

“M-Demon God helped me! He suddenly appeared and breathed magic into me!”

“Okay. I’m alive thanks thank you.”

Hernan smiled slightly as he stroked her Potty between the ears.

“Ah, ah…”

Indeed, Potty was taken aback by the praise and gratitude he received after a long time.
But she soon shuddered slightly and she enjoyed the sensation.

“Gee, I’m glad! Helpful…”

While Potty was enjoying her joy, women approached Hernán one by one.

“Ugh! Are those magic tentacles again? I hate that.”

“Are you all hurt?”

While Silnia and Marina looked at the situation, Karine came to Hernán’s side hesitantly.
She looked at the magic mass behind Forty with a bewildered expression.

Potty, who was only looking at Hernán’s face, narrowed her eyes towards Carine, who was staring at her behind him.

“Do you have anything to say to me, hero?”

At those words, Hernan also looked back at her.
When Carine met her eyes with Hernan, she opened her mouth with a look that came to her senses a little.

“That… Is the demon’s magic mass still there?”

“Of course! The Demon God tells Potty…”

Potty, who had been snorting, stopped talking when people’s gazes became strange.
And he immediately made a strange noise at the heat flowing down his nose.

“To? This coffee…”

Without even finishing his words, Potty fell to the floor.
While Hernan hurriedly received it, the mass of magic above her detached its tentacles from Potty.

“Oh, the ceiling is spinning…”

Potty’s mouth trembled and passed out.
Marina laughed and picked up Potty’s pulse.

“It bleeds periodically, our mage.”

“I guess it’s because there’s no blood spilling underneath.”

At Silnia’s words, Hernan also tried to laugh, but then stopped.

Potty is a constitution that does not menstruate.
After all, when you have sex, you have a rabbit-like body that prepares to have a baby accordingly.

By the way, did the Sharpie menstruate?
Do not all demons menstruate?

It was difficult for Hernán to prevent accidents from continuing to flow this way.

If God’s word that Forty is a demon is correct, the number of children with mixed human and horse races doubles.
If the mixed race between humans and demons is taboo to the extent that the god of war would have a fit, the burden he had to bear would be doubled.

– Took

Then something hit Hernán’s shoulder.
When he raised his head in a hurry, he saw a mass of magical energy created by the demon god.

“Hernan seems to have something to say to you.”

As Marina said, the tentacles were sending out some kind of signal.

“Here… Get out?”

As Hernan said what he understood, the tentacles bobbed up and down.

“Isn’t that what you’re trying to organize here? The ceiling will also have to be redone.”

Carine’s reasoning caused the tentacles to swing up and down once more.

“Then you won’t have to come in for a while.”

Hernán stood up holding the fainting Potty.

“Honestly, I don’t want to come here for a while either.”

“Sympathy! And my kids!”

Silnia screamed at her and she climbed over the wreckage of the smashed garden gate.

“Ethan! Mom is alive!”

As the elf screamed and ran down, Marina and Karine also hurriedly ran down the stairs with their faces awake.

Hernando, holding Forty, walked towards the stairs.
However, before stepping on the stairs, he turned his attention to the slowly disappearing tentacles of the demon god.

“The end of this place… How does it end?”

Naturally, the tentacle had no answer.
Just wriggling and ignoring it.

Hernán took his eyes off the eerie tentacle and went down the stairs.
Towards his family, who are not welcome anywhere.

* * *

After a thrilling reunion with the children gathered in the living room, Hernan took her Potty to her room and called her sharpie.
The dream horse was holding her baby and her daughter.

“Let’s go to the room with Ella.”

Ella passed out and hadn’t woken up yet.
Apparently, it’s a mess here with women and children, so it would be better for the fainting child to go inside.

“Huh. Let’s go.”

Shafi, who answered with her haggard eyes, hurriedly followed Hernán.

Entering her room, which was dimly lit with only weak lights, and putting Ella down, Hernán turned her toward the sharpie.

“Are you okay? No injuries anywhere…”

“Oh! Look here!”

Sharpie pointed at Hernan’s side in a startled tone.

“The wounds are huge!”

“Are they scratched?”

I was beaten by a wolf.
It’s okay because the goddess healed me.

“Then what about here? Isn’t that a broken bone?”

This time it was a bruised leg.

“Huh… Do you think you might need some healing magic?”

“If you broke your bones, you wouldn’t be able to walk around unscathed.”

“Then what about here? No, here?”

Even after that, Sharpie poked and touched Hernan’s body and made a fuss about her.
Hernán only made an absurd expression at the questions she was pouring in without any time to stop.

If she was the usual woman, she would have asked first what she would do in the future rather than responding like this?

“What about the most important place? I’ll check to make sure there’s no problem with your erection.”

Mongma hurriedly tried to pull down her pants.
Of course, Hernan hurriedly grabbed his pants.

“Hernan! We’ve seen each other before, right? Don’t be shy and quietly entrust everything to this body!”

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“Oh my god! Even if I touch this body, I won’t stand!”

While they were arguing for a while, Hernán suddenly saw something shining on Sharpie’s face.

Hernán, who had removed only one hand from his pants, put her hand toward Sharpie’s eye.

“Oh…”

As the water came out of Hernán’s fingers, the sharpie slashed them with his tail.

“… Fortunately, it seems to be fine.”

Rubbing the part of her finger where the water had just dried up, Hernán approached Sharpie who turned her head.

“Sharpie. I am fine.”

Silnia or Potty, or Karine or Marina, would have skillfully spoken words of comfort.
You won’t even feel embarrassed.

However, seeing Sharpie shedding tears like this made Hernan feel unfamiliar.

“I see. This body too… It would be a big deal if the only man here had a problem with his fertility, so I made a fuss!”

Red hearts floated in Sharpie’s smirking eyes.
However, unlike usual, there was a red aura around the eyes.

“Hmm… After all, I think it would be better to check it yourself, right? Shall I pull it out by mouth as a supplement to this body’s regularity? Ernan, you like doing things with your mouth!”

“No.”

“Hmm? You refuse to take it out of your mouth. Could it be that there is something wrong with the head? If you give me the mana stone, I’ll use the healing magic right away!”

Busy is an appropriate attitude.
Of course, Sharpie was usually lively enough to even give off a sense of distraction, but now the unnatural feeling was strong.

Her expression was also smiling at first, but her eyes seemed to be struggling to hide the obvious agitation.

“Sharpie.”

“Stand still there! If the healing magic misses and gets hit by the penis, the erection may not go away all day…”

“Are you worried?”

As Hernan grabbed Sharpie’s hand and pulled him, the Demon King let out a strange moaning and talking sound.

“Huh… No.”

Instead of asking what she meant by her words, Hernán pulled her closer to her.

“Are you turning around because I’m watching you?”

With her vague words, Hernán deliberately looked at Ella.
Ella was stunned, so of course she wasn’t watching her parents.

Both Hernan and Sharpie knew that, but the two didn’t care and continued talking.

“What if someone is watching? If we survived intact, we might be happy with each other.”

The demon, who should be looking at this place through the sharpie’s senses, is busy right now.
We will have to reorganize this place that the human gods turned upside down and prepare for any threats that may remain.

“Sometimes you can be genuinely happy. All of our children are fine.”

Hernan himself is just as complicated in her head.
If you think about it, the whole day was full of headaches.

Karine, who seems to have lost her magic stone, and Ella, who is behaving strangely.
The human gods who penetrated the ceiling.

The gods alluded to facts that were difficult to handle, and even quarreled with them at the last minute.

It was enough to be afraid of the future, and if you are afraid of the future, your head will be messy.

“It doesn’t mean that.”

“Okay?”

However, Hernan reached out his hand towards the warm body temperature in front of him.

“Then what does that mean?”

He put his hand on her waist, which seemed to be forever resilient no matter how many children she gave birth to.
Sharpie gently placed her own hand on top of hers.

“I am…”

Sharpie stopped her at the word ‘I’ instead of this body.

Hernan waited patiently and met the demon king’s eyes.
After looking at him with heart-shaped eyes for a while, the dreamer bowed his head.

The horns followed his bowed head and reached Hernán’s chest.
It was time for Hernan to open his mouth once more while embracing the touch of the hard horn and the soft flesh.

“I think this body needs to come up with a countermeasure.”

From the very beginning of Sharpie’s sentence, Hernán felt a sense of disappointment.
Shafikara, who expressed herself with a title that would be used by a demon king, ‘this body’, had already started talking in a completely different context.

“Could the human gods come back? Of course, the Demon God wouldn’t allow an invasion like this again!”

Sharpie’s hand trembled weakly as he pushed away Hernan’s hand on his waist.

It would be difficult to defeat even one of Hernan’s fingers with physical strength, but he managed to tear off his opponent’s hand.
Then he sighed and sat down on the chair next to the bed.

“Besides that, did the human gods say anything to Hernán and the women there? If there were, do you think they were words that would affect things after we got out of here?”

The demon king stroked the demon king’s daughter.

“Hmm, come to think of it, why didn’t you leave here? If I could have come in, I could have left. Didn’t the human gods ask us to leave?”

Even though Hernan didn’t answer, Sharpie continued.

“Is everyone rejecting it? Well, the food is always served here, and there are no dangerous enemies. The facilities are also quite comfortable. Isn’t that an ideal house?”

The Sharpie looked around her dimly lit room and lowered her tail.

“What… After all, if I had more children, I would go out whether I like it or not. We… Every.”

In her light, the corners of her eyes were faintly red.
It could be said that she was like that because of her original red heart eyes.

However, Hernán, who had already wiped the tears from her eyes, found it difficult to misunderstand the meaning of her reddened eyes.

“Sharpie.”

Hernán sat down on the bed next to her, a big smile on her sharpie’s face.

“Huh? Rather than having complicated conversations with the demon lord, at least have sex with the dreamer? After facing death, there is nothing better than mixing your body to soothe the troubled mind.”

Shafikara draped her clothes around her bosom for a peek at her.
She lifted her skirt up to her thighs, exposing her bosom, which was fitting of her beauty.

As Hernan watched, the dreamer said as if passing by.

“I really like it too.”

She didn’t know where she was going.
Maybe it was the sex I was just talking about, or it was like talking to the man in front of me.

Perhaps it was because of the death that had come closest to her since being imprisoned here, but the words of the dreamer with Hernán were ambiguous.

Hernán asked her to tidy up her messy hair, but she raised her hand toward the dreamer who only spoke vague words.

As her hand reached for the dreamer’s body, the sharpie raised the corner of her mouth and tried to spread her legs apart.

“Ruler.”

“… Huh?”

Hernan’s hand placed something on her hand.
Sharpie waited for Hernán’s hand to disappear with her puzzled face.

Soon after, Hernán removed her hand, and there was a stone that gave off a brilliant light.

“My daughter tried to eat in the garden earlier. She picked up things rolling on the floor.”

The blue mana stone shone on the Sharpie’s hand.
The demon king cast a gaze with complex emotions at Hernán.

“Why this?”

“You said it earlier.”

Hernán grabbed her top and she took it off.

The smell of sweat and light blood filled the room.
Smelling her, the dreamer Sharpie opened her mouth.

“Is this tempting you?”

“No. Please treat me.”

Hernán pulled up her pants with a smile on her lips.

“Sooth your troubled mind at night, and now ask for treatment for the meeting.”

“Meeting? It’s okay before that…”

“There are minor wounds. As you also pointed out. Let’s cure everything with magic.”

Hernán continued to speak, pointing to the scars that the goddess had healed.

“For the family meeting, we have to be in perfect condition.”

“Meeting…”

Sharpie seemed to understand Hernan’s words.
If something as big as today happens that will have an impact later, of course there should be a meeting.

“It’s a family meeting.”

However, Sharpie muttered in a strange tone at the word family attached to the meeting.

“If you understand, treat me.”

Hernán asked for her treatment, feeling that the atmosphere with Sharpie, which had been awkward until now, was softening.

Surprised by this, she also calms down and returns to her original lively yet calm self…”

“Pop!”

At that moment, her mouth emitted a strange sound, and a light flashed from the sharpie’s hand.
The light from her hand hit Hernan’s crotch.

“Ugh?”

Hernán looked at the sharpie, bewildered at the rapid rush of blood between her legs.

“What are you doing…”

“Healing magic.”

The Sharpie licked her mouth and made her blush.

“This is what Hernán asked me to do.”

“What? You said you were fine here!”

“You said you should be in perfect condition? That includes calming the excitement of battle, right?”

Her heart eyes glowed red and red.
Hernán didn’t even have time to use her hand, and the sharpie jumped right into Hernán’s crotch on her bed.

“Besides, you have to eat this body to be in the best condition?”

“Ugh, you Sharpie! Hey!”

One more flash of light from Sharpie’s hand tore Hernán’s pants.

Also, don’t give away magic stones carelessly.

With that promise, Hernán rushed into her time to become wiser.