Chapter 207 – Chapter 200 – Family Planning Is Made With the Future in Mind (1)

With a rattling sound, Hernan stopped the cart.
Inside the cart was a large blackboard.

The blackboard, which was originally hanging in the education room, arrived in the living room on top of a cart that Ernan and Karine had made hastily.

Relaxing his stiff shoulders, Hernán looked around the living room.

“It’s lively.”

“Aagh! Stop! Am I an elf or a tree!”

The cotton ax Carine had gifted to the children of Silnia slammed into the elf’s head countless times.

It wouldn’t hurt, but with the agile movements unique to the elven lineage, getting hit in the face one after another would be mind-boggling.
Besides, his children were running around and playing, so he seemed secretly happy.

Hernando felt good whenever he saw his son’s legs intact, so he didn’t particularly restrain him.

“Everyone is watching, but help! Will the queen be watching her beating?”

To her disrespect, the woman she was with was more interested in the king who brought in her new furniture than about her rebellion against her queen.

“The new furniture is coming in, so the atmosphere is fresh and nice.”

When Hernán entered the living room, Marina took her daughter away from her breast and swiped at her white liquid-soaked breasts.
As Hernán approached and wiped away her oozing milk, Marina opened her eyes wide.

But she did, and then she smiled in her eyes with a thank you expression.

“… Thank you.”

“Even saying thank you between us.”

Hernan nodded and set the blackboard on the edge of his table.

“Where are the other girls? Only the kids are Marina and Silnia.”

Her children were drinking pre-squeezed breastmilk or milk by Marina, or showing interest in violent succession to the queenship.
She was only missing Shafi’s daughter, Ella.

Are you with her baby mom or Carine?

“Those three will probably come out soon. Oh, over there…”

Marina turned her head quickly to the place where she turned her head – the sharpie’s room – and saw her door open.

“…!”

Karine, who was the first to jump out of her room, halted her steps as Hernan met her eyes.

Her face is slightly red and her expression is barely straightening the frown.
He must have been raising his voice just a moment ago.

Hernán quickly glanced over her carine and met Karine’s gaze with her plain expression and her eyes.

“Are you here already?”

Karine seemed relieved by Hernán’s face, and she raised her voice as if she had enjoyed small talk.

But from the composition of the women behind her, it was possible to guess that she was in the middle of a rage, as he had guessed in front of her.

“Chi, is that a blackboard?”

“Blackboard? Oh… What’s next, master and disciple? This body is used to being a teacher!”

Refraining from asking what he wanted to do as a teacher and pupil, Hernán looked at the two women who came out.

Potty and Sharpie.

Among her adults, there are almost no close friends, but among them, there are only two people she hates.

No, two demons now?

Hernán felt uncomfortable with the feeling that the situation of the demon confronting the hero was becoming strange.

In any case, if Karine was a Sharpie, she couldn’t have been haha ​​in a conversation involving Forty, who had no talent for conflict avoidance or persuasion.

Even if it wasn’t kicking like in the past, harsh words would have been exchanged.

“Dad…”

Ella, who came out from behind Sharpie, jumped into Hernán’s arms.

“Ella. Were you with her mothers?”

“Yes.”

And the cause is most likely the mana stone.
Ella’s been fidgeting these days, what else could she notice between these three and her dad?

“Do you still need the Mana Stone?”

Whispering into the ear of her embracing child, Ella blinked her black heart eyes.

“Not Ella.”

It’s a fairly condensed answer.
She is also not as straightforward as her own mother.

Hernando didn’t force a subject the kid didn’t want to talk about.
He had called all the adults and children, so she couldn’t just focus on Ella.

After putting Ella down next to her sharpie and rescuing Silnia, Hernan angles her blackboard so everyone can see it easily.
He took out the stone pen he had brought with him from her pocket and opened her mouth.

“Preferably after the kids are all asleep.”

Each of the women who had taken their seats lit up their eyes as if they had roughly guessed it.

“As we all know, the kids don’t sleep all the time on our own, so we gathered them all in broad daylight. We have to have meetings that we couldn’t finish last time and set a rough outline for our future plans.”

Anyway, as long as adults do not share emotional words, no matter how serious the conversation may be, they can explain it well to the children.
The oldest child is now only a little over 5 years old.

Except, of course, when Ella asks if she has the comprehension worthy of a five-year-old.

“Still, there are kids, so everyone is careful with their words. Understand?”

The reason why Hernán deliberately brought a blackboard was to create a soft atmosphere through objects familiar to children.

Having told Karine and Marina in advance, putting children’s toys around was part of that purpose.

“Okay then, let’s begin…”

“Clap!”

The moment Hernán put her stone pen on the blackboard, her joyful voice resonated in the living room.

“Applause for today’s teacher!”

Sharpie took Ella’s hand and clapped her hands.

The women didn’t look very happy, but as the children and Potty clapped, they started clapping their hands one by one.

“… Thank you.”

Hernán belatedly smiled at her and bowed her back to greet his children and her wife.

Sharpie’s applause this time was definitely her way of letting her kids know she was in a good mood.

I didn’t want to be an elected demon king for nothing.

“Then let’s begin.”

Hernán put the stone pen on the blackboard once more.
The women also glanced at each other, then each held the children’s hands.

* * *

“To sum it up.”

Hernán brushed off the white stone powder on his hand.
On the blackboard standing next to him, there were a number of letters written on purpose so that the children could not read it as much as possible.

Thanks to this, a mishap occurred that even Silnia couldn’t recognize, and Hernan added a word to organize it.

“From this attack by the human gods, we need to be clear about the rest of our lives and our work outside.”

Hernan’s summary of the discussion was as follows.

1) Why did the god of war attack us, the human race?

2) Life after escape?

3) Our life for the rest of the year

“The answer to the first question will determine the whereabouts of the second question.”

A sharpie fiddled with her horn.
She glanced at the women, giving only cryptic answers to her daughter’s question about the black object wrapped around her antlers.

“And the rest of our lives will be affected by the second question.”

One of the women who met that smirk opened her mouth.

“The answer to the first question is because of you and you!”

The elf stretched out her arms, long, wispy muscles exposed by her sleeveless shirt, toward the woman with something on her head.

Among the women pointed at by her, the rabbit-eared woman flinched greatly and bowed her head, while the horned woman grinned and looked at Hernán.

“My queen seems to be getting emotional.”

“Sylnia.”

Hernan immediately ran his fingers over Silnia’s ears.

“Hee!”

Silnia put on a relaxed look right away along with her grotesque sounds.

“Go, what are you doing all of a sudden…”

“Please relax. You have kids.”

“Hey…”

Silnia sat down on her chair with a milder expression than anyone else here as Hernan brushed the back of her neck hidden under her hair.

“They get annoyed when I touch their ears or neck.”

With Marina’s mumbling in the background, Hernán scribbled new words on her chalkboard.

“Sylnia said it a little lively, but it’s not wrong anyway.”

– The reason for the war god’s attack was the demons. And mixed blood of humans and demons.

Looking at the words written on the plate, Potty’s face hardened little by little.
And, though it was subtle, Hernán felt that Sharpie’s expression also hardened.

A very faint rigidity repeated every time he heard that Potty was a demon.
Sharpie himself, let alone the other woman, didn’t seem to notice.

However, from a certain point on, the moments when her emotions and facial expressions are carefully felt increase.

Was it from the time when I felt that the emotions and thoughts of the demon god could be sensed somehow?
Or was it because she was just that close to her?

“Asmodians…”

Potty said softly while stroking her belly with her demon’s design engraved on it.

And I can feel the corner of the demon king’s eyes trembling slightly.

Hernán recalled her new thoughts in a strangely acute sense, her sharp cognition, like fighting a wolf in a garden.

The last time, before asking her whether Potty was a demon, she was told that she would go and live in her demon spirit, and Sharpie was distinctly embarrassed.

She thought then that she must have been surprised that Potty would go and live in her Demon Spirit.
However, it had been openly talked about for a long time that Potty would settle down in the land of demons.

It was not necessary for Sharpie to reveal the turmoil of her emotions.

So, what surprised her?
No, maybe the demon king realized something belatedly and was surprised?

“It’s okay, Potty. Didn’t the demon god say Potty was a demon? It’s just that she reacted a little violently because of the surprise she didn’t know the reason for.”

“Can it be? After answering ‘no’ to the question of whether she was a demon, her sudden behavior was the behavior of someone who doubted that she had given the wrong answer.”

The sharpie that soothes Potty and Marina points out the sharpie with a forced smile.

“Then, did the Demon God use another wish ticket? No matter how you look at it, it seems that he is acting as his emotions lead him.”

And Karine’s point that follows.

While listening to the women’s stories, Hernán groped for something mysterious that connected the demon and the demon king.

The Demon God judged that Potty might be a demon.
So she treated Potty, who served her so hard, with shocking roughness.

And when the demon king heard that Potty might be a demon, he reacted with surprise after a while.

Sharpie jumped on top of her table and even chose to use the remaining wish ticket, while she made a wish to the Demon God to confirm that Potty was a demon.

Then, the devil and the demon king.
What is so important that the two of them must confirm?

“I, the war god… I heard you confirmed that I am a demon? Overall, I guess…”

Potty is a demon.

Certainly in the eyes of the god of war.
It’s suspicious enough that even if you drank it, you should check it immediately.

Probably, if the two gods reacted like this, it was almost certain that Potty was a demon.

The problem is, even if you don’t know the god of war, why are you so startled by the fact that the demon god or the demon king is a Poti tribe?

Wasn’t the person who designed this place drunk in the first place?
It’s unnatural that he put it in without knowing that Forty was a demon.

“To be honest, if the gods got their horns because they were mixed with man and horse.”

At the saintess’s expression, Lenny smiled while making horns on her head with her fingers.
Marina continued by putting her finger on her daughter’s finger.

“Going to human lands would not be very wise.”

She looked straight at Hernan and smiled awkwardly.
If it wasn’t in front of the kids, it would have been a worried face.

Once Hernan had discovered the clue, that is, ‘The demon or the demon king did not know that the Poti was a demon, and there is a reason why the Poti should not be a demon’, calmly put it together in her head.

With a note saying that since it is information directly related to the Demon God, you should dig into it very carefully.

“I already had three children with Sharpie.”

Hernán pulled out of the stream of thought with her soft voice.
He smiled happily as he looked at his three daughters, who shared the common heart-shaped eyes.

Ella and Ella’s younger siblings smiled broadly as if in response to his laughter and stretched out their arms to him.

“Regardless of making Potty and the child, I was already scheduled to be stamped by the human gods.”

Despite the bloody content, which is the exact opposite of the heartwarming behavior, Hernán and his women maintained a benign expression.

That is why children chattered and played pranks in the arms of their parents without much anxiety.

“So, let’s stop talking about Potties being demons in today’s class.”

Hernan later planned to meet Poti alone and ask her about her origins as a demon.

“Now the conclusion to the first question. Shall we conclude that the reason for the war god’s actions was my Sharpie’s playing with fire, and move on to the second one?”

A topic that Marina spilled while implicitly a while ago.

“After everything is over…”

Carine, who was holding each of her twins’ hands, tried to keep her smile, but she managed to tremble at the corners of her mouth.

Hernán saw a similar phenomenon happening around the lips and eyes of other women, and pulled the muscles around her mouth as wide as possible.

Wanting the kids to see it as just a normal fatherly laugh, he circled the second subject on the board.

“Life after escape…”

It was the most important subject.