Chapter 202 – Chapter 195 – After the Gods Pass (2)

The area around the Sharpie’s neck twitched.

When the sound of swallowing her thick liquid was over, she looked up at Hernán with her satisfied eyes.

“Um uh uh, uh?”

“It’s impossible once more…”

Hernán felt her brain go numb as she vomited up every drop left in her urethra with each movement of her tongue.

“You’ve done it three times already.”

As Hernán’s words approached sighs or sighs, Sharpie’s eyes widened her smile.
And she slowly pulled her head back.

“It’s thick for being three times cheaper.”

She deliberately showed her tongue and her empty mouth, running her tail through Hernán’s things.
She wanted to believe it was meant to be cleaned up, but Hernán felt the movement of her tail was overly lewd.

“It makes you wise. If you do this, you will be sucked to death before you become wise.”

“But… Because El has been fighting the gods of mankind a while ago.”

Sharpie laughed quietly in her low voice.

Ernan couldn’t help but laugh.
She forgot when she was in her pleasure that Sharpie gave her, but now she’s the reason he and her girls should get together and talk, because she fought a god.

It is a miracle that she survived once, but it is unknown whether she will be able to hope for a miracle against the gods even after she is gone.

“Interesting.”

Hernan, who was pulling up her pants, turned her head at the words of her sharpie.

“Interesting? What?”

“Maybe something strange?”

Sharpie spit out her unknown words and picked up Hernán’s top that was scattered on her floor.
She kissed every part of Hernán’s body with her lips as she seemed to dress her.

Everywhere she kissed her, heat came up.

“Sharpie. Did you use recovery magic just now?”

Realizing that all her lips had touched were bruises from her last tumble with the wolf, Hernán tried to stop the Sharpie.

Any wound like this will heal quickly anyway.
However, the sharpie’s magic, which does not even hold her magic stone, puts a lot of strain on her body because it uses her own mana, which is not much.

“Or is it great?”

Even though the demon king seemed to be ignoring Hernan’s words, he continued to make eye contact with Hernan to get his attention.

“Are you going to fool around again? If that’s the case, why don’t we just leave?”

Pleasant warmth and a dense body odor unique to the dream horse that makes the blood circulate quickly.
If he left the sharpie close to him like this, he would demand her body once more.

“Why did Hernan fight against God?”

This time, too, it was not a response to Hernan’s words.
But rather, the question gave Hernán the feeling that Shafi was not trying to gloss over what she had just said.

The tone was that he wanted to say more deeply and in more detail, but was holding back.

“Is that because you tried to kill us?”

“Hmm… Let me change the question.”

Shafikara narrowed her eyes.
Through her narrowed eyes, only a red heart could be seen.

“How did Hernan think of going against God? Originally, do humans rebel when a god tries to kill them?”

“That…”

No answer came immediately.
In the first place, there is virtually no direct encounter between God and human beings.

Never before has a god tried to kill a human like this.

“I think you will rebel? Of course, it would not be very wise to think of meeting God after death.”

“Then, was it foolish for Hernan to fight that wolf god?”

It was an unpleasant question.

Even so, Sharpie’s expression and tone.
Her melting eyes and her fingers delicately stimulating her partner’s body made Hernán feel more comfortable than uncomfortable.

“It would be foolish to look at me alone.”

Hernan wondered if he had ever talked so comfortably since he learned that Sharpie serves as a passageway for the Demon God to monitor this place.

Of course, the connection with the demon would not have been severed even now, but the demon would be very busy with follow-up.

I wanted to have a conversation like this without tension.

“But the war god, so the wolf’s target included you and my children.”

Hernan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

“If you don’t resist and die from being torn apart by the wolf’s snout, you’re at least safe from God after death? I don’t know if there are people who won’t protect their children for that reason.”

Demon King Shafikara remained silent with her gaze fixed on Hernán’s eyes.
In that soft silence, as Hernán waited for her words, Sharpie opened his mouth softly.

“I got down on my knees.”

“… What?”

“Thank god.”

Sharpie’s arms that were holding Hernán slowly loosened.
She stood next to Ella, who was sleeping in her bed.

“I don’t know very much about humans. But Hernan.”

The Sharpie stopped her talking, and the hearts in her eyes looked especially hard.
Although I couldn’t tell exactly what her intentions were, there didn’t seem to be any embellishment in her feelings that she was seeing now.

“I’m glad you’re the human man here.”

Her dream horse’s tail brushed her daughter’s forehead.

“Love you. Even though I am a dreamer.”

Hernán suddenly felt that her words were like goodbye.

“Shapikara? Are you…”

Then there was a knock on the door.

“Hernan? Sharpie? I’m sorry, but would you like to come out now? The kids are all asleep.”

It was Marina who opened the door.

“Huh! I’ll leave now!”

Sharpie showed her breezy steps, like a person on a picnic.

“Wait for a sec! Sharpie, can you talk to me for a second…”

“Conversation? Maybe again?”

The dreamer put her fingers in her mouth and spread them apart.

“Requesting a conversation with a dreamer! Do you want to take it out and then take it out again?”

“Hernan!”

Marina let out a troubled voice, and Sharpie laughed and ran out the door.

“Nightmare…”

Hernán looked back and forth at Sharpie’s back and at her sleeping daughter.

“Do you believe in dreamy love?”

Sharpie’s words suddenly came to mind.
Even if she didn’t believe it, she said she could believe in a man’s love for a dream horse.

“Honestly, it’s hard to believe.”

Hernan is Shafi’s political skill that subtly escapes suspicion in every case and the questionable behavior that Shafi showed.
And before she entered this place, she conjectured that the sharpie must have had a direct encounter with the demon.

“But.”

Hernan covered her daughter’s forehead with her hand, where the sharpie’s tail had swept away.

“I already know the certain dreamer’s love.”

Whispering to the dreamer’s daughter, Hernán straightened her body completely.
Taking a deep breath, he finished her dressing and crossed Sharpie’s room.

* * *

“It sucks.”

Silnia’s words were the most appropriate summary of the current situation.

“Sylnia. Wouldn’t it be better if we spoke a little softer?”

“Ha, shit haircut…”

Despite Marina’s consolation, Silnia slammed her forehead into her table.

“What? Because I had a big fight with God.”

“The Holy Knights of the God of War are famous for their tenacity.”

Carine began to calm the atmosphere with a flat tone.

“Even in the royal family, you must succeed, and call me when very violent means are needed. Of course, because the power of the war god flows in the blood of the royal family.”

“Am I obeying the authority of my previous life that much?”

Potty, who covered his nose with a small piece of cloth, made a snoring noise.
Even though she was told not to come out and rest, she came out to the place where everyone gathered.

“Okay.”

Karine looked at Potty with her uneasy eyes.

Of course, Karine hates Potty very much. It’s a very common fact among adults, so it’s not strange that she looks at her like that.

“So what would happen if the war god gave the order to kill himself?”

She should have been able to ignore it, as Forty had become quite accustomed to her carine’s ferocious gaze.

“Yes…”

But Potty looked awkward, shrugging his shoulders and drooping his bunny ears.

“Yeah, but did I have any scars on my face? Dae, why the hell is everyone piercing me…”

Hernan’s gaze followed Potty’s words and scanned the women.

Carine, Silnia, and Marina.
The women who were with him in the garden were looking at Potty with strange distance.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

Silnia, who sang her potty, quickly followed her.

“You said you were saved from the Magic Tower, right?”

“Well, what about it?”

“They said they were experimented with merging humans and rabbits there.”

“Why are you taking it out in the same situation now?”

I agreed with Hernando Poti’s words and tried to cut off the words that were trying to leak elsewhere.

“Sylnia. Should I get my personal history out of here?”

“Ugh…”

When Silnia drew attention from Hernán, she flinched and closed her mouth.
But she couldn’t stand it and finally she opened her mouth again.

“Then, are you Forty human now?”

“… ?”

“What is that? Strictly speaking, it’s hard to say he’s human…”

“Sylnia!”

The elf put his feet up on the chair and hugged his legs.

“Chit. Sometimes when I come up with a clever idea, give me a compliment!”

“If you’re really smart, you should know how to hide the situation.”

Hernán spoke so softly that only Silnia could hear it, then changed the subject.

“Sylnia may have put it a little harshly, but it is true that our situation is not very good.”

The god of war is famous for being the most violent of the 24 human gods.
Having touched the nature of such a god, it would not be good to go out.

“It wasn’t a bad situation until I was asked if I would have gotten out of here…”

Marina, too, looked downcast at her refreshment table, which Carine had simply set out.
The others in the garden also sighed and went silent.

The lack of an answer is at the same level as when you first entered here and found a way out.
At least, there is a concrete means of giving birth to 19 children, but it is infinitely difficult to find a way to appease the angry god.

“There, there it is.”

As the living room was about to become quiet again, the sharpie raised her hand.
Hernan looked at Sharpie and immediately opened her mouth.

“Do you want me to ask you a question? It’s hard to tell you everything that happened there because it’s so complicated, but I can tell you the rough situation again.”

I had to come down and take care of the kids and explain briefly.
If Sharpie and Potty, who were not in the garden, want additional explanations, it wouldn’t hurt to do so wherever possible.

“Why don’t we organize the situation together in chronological order?”

“Why?”

Silnia replied curtly, holding her chin.

“Can’t you just tell me the core?”

“Really? Aren’t you curious about our queen?”

Sharpie smirked and waggled her tail.
At Sharpie’s attitude, the elf raised her doubts and pricked her ears.

“When I talk to you, I feel like I’m curious about things I shouldn’t have been curious about. What is it?”

“Are you curious after all?”

The corner of Sharpie’s mouth twisted and went up.
Hernán frowned at her smile.

For some reason, she wasn’t feeling well.

“Shall we follow in chronological order?”

Apart from Hernán’s foreboding, Sharpie had already taken the initiative in the conversation.
In the first place, the others had nothing to say, or were tired of the destructive incident in the garden, and could not afford to lead the conversation.

“Everyone might have forgotten about it because of today’s big incident.”

Sharpie waved her hand and said enthusiastically.
No matter how much I was not in the garden, I would have been tired of the hectic situation, but I wondered how such power came from.

“Ah.”

This is the semen fed.

Hernán laughed and listened to the energetic sharpie’s continued words.

“To be honest, a super-large event was scheduled first today!”

“Show Ella a gift?”

Sylnia smiled as if thinking about it.

“Is there a lot to see? Not only the devices moving, but also the wolf jumping in at the last minute.”

“Huh! Isn’t that great? But don’t you all remember what happened before the wolf jumped in?”

There was a startling movement in the vicinity of Hernán’s left and right, respectively.

“The eldest daughter here, Ella. My daughter is trying to swallow something she can’t digest.”

Sharpie stared at Karine.
Karine, who received that gaze, hurriedly closed her eyes, and Potty, who did not receive any gaze, hurriedly looked away from her.

While Hernán paid attention to the two, Shafi spoke to her with a slight chill.

“From the point of view of this body, it must have been a magic stone. I saw that too often.”

Karine’s hands trembled.