Chapter 216 – Chapter 209 – Pregnancy (3)

His hand, stabbed several times with his sword, was sore.
Holding her hand, Marina heard her angry voice clearly through the faint thunder.

“What the hell are you thinking, you keep stabbing me!”

Marina’s voice resounded in her saint’s special room, a fake temple she didn’t find often.

“Do not touch water for the time being. Things like washing the kids or cooking. I’ll tell the other girls that I was hurt cleaning the garden at night.”

She carefully applied the medicine to Hernán’s hand and covered it with a clean cloth.

“If possible, get healing magic from the demon king. Do you still have many mana stones left?”

“Magic Stone.”

Marina’s hand stopped at Hernán’s short words.
Hernan, with a thoughtful expression on her face, looked at her into the void and opened her mouth.

“All demons have magic stones on their bodies, right? A Sharpie, and now a Forty.”

Hernan himself may have it too.
Because the garden that only sucked the blood of demons sucked half of his blood.

Marina bit her lip, as if she realized that the topic she brought up was not very appropriate.
But she soon cleared her voice and spoke out.

“Hernan. It is still only a hypothesis.”

Marina’s words changed back to her plain language.

“It is an uncertain assumption that the garden only sucks the blood of demons. At most I’ve tried me and Forty, the war god and your blood. And neither Potty nor Sharpie ever detected the magic stone in you.”

Hernán himself, to make sure he recognized her, treated her hand again, which he had stabbed more than five times, and she continued her words.

“And what if you really have half the blood of demons flowing in you? Nothing will change right away, so calm down and go to bed.”

Nothing will change right now

Hernán felt that Marina was deliberately ignoring her.
Marina’s hand, which was treating her, was trembling slightly.

“Treatment is over. Let’s go now.”

She knows well because she heard the demon’s answer with Hernán.

That the Demon God has no intention of taking responsibility for the souls of demons or mixed demons.
And if Hernan was half a demon, then all the heroic party women who mixed with him and had children committed serious taboo violations.

She was a smart woman, so she would have already noticed all of this without Hernan’s explanation.

Then Marina would be anxious too.

Hernán unconsciously turned to the grave side.

“Okay. Let’s go to sleep.”

Instead of revealing her fear that her child and all of her children might turn out to be her half demon race, she took Marina’s hand.

It was his hand that was scarred and bleeding, but he gently stroked it as if it were Marina’s torn hand.

“You had a lot of trouble being dragged around until late.”

“L…”

“Let’s talk about the details later.”

I hugged Marina for a moment to quiet her as she was about to say something, and then I got her up.
Taking her to the exit from her special room, Marina grabbed Hernán in her hesitation.

“Today isn’t the day to sleep in my room, but we…”

“Then the woman you originally intended to sleep with will be offended.”

Was it Carine today?
Maybe a Sharpie.

Instead of focusing on the messy mishap, Hernan got Marina out of her door first.

“I’ll ask Sharpie to use some magic. Isn’t it better to use magic to treat these wounds as quickly as possible?”

Marina, who had been looking at Hernán without answering her, eventually nodded her head.

“Hernan, no El.”

This time, Hernan looked at Marina without answering.
Marina looked straight at the man in front of her and smiled lightly.

The smile slowly came to Hernan’s face.
Saint Marina entered the door again from outside the door.

“L.”

Warm warmth passed from lips to lips.
After her light kiss, Marina covered Hernán’s face with her hands.

“Nothing has changed. Your face too. Your lips…”

She blushed slightly embarrassed.

“So don’t worry.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s a human or a demon.

Marina left the words with that meaning and went out into the hallway first.

“… Thank you.”

Hernan is softer than before.
The warmer warmth caressed her lips.

* * *

For her healing magic, she didn’t have to go to the sharpie’s room.
The demon king, who was sitting at the dining table in the living room, used magic as requested by Hernán.

“Thank you.”

In response to Hernán’s tidy thanks, Sharpie removed her glowing blue hand.

Hernan’s hand underneath it had completely stopped bleeding.
Open wounds were also significantly reduced, showing a rapid recovery rate.

“Isn’t the magic over yet?”

The demon king fluttered his tail and raised the corner of his mouth.
A red, soft tongue crept out from the tip of the raised corner of her mouth.

“Have you heard that the demon king’s tongue is medicine?”

“At all. If you become a demon king, you will have that kind of power, right?”

When Hernan smiled, Sharpie smiled in return and bowed her head.

“Look at the power of the almighty Demon King!”

The sharpie’s tongue touched the open wound.
Her sticky saliva flowed down her tongue, which was smoother than the rest of hers.

“Hmm…”

A scab had just formed, and a tingling sensation ran through her body.
I remembered Marina’s words not to let water touch her wound, and as I tried to remove her hand, the pain quickly went away.

“Haaa…”

A hot sigh leaked from between her red lips.
The soft and soft tongue touches the inner flesh.
A chilling pleasure seeping into an unhealed wound.

Pleasant sensations ran up her veins and up her nerves, sending goose bumps up her shoulders and back of her neck.

“How are you? Aren’t you sick now?”

The dreamer only raised her eyes.
The hearts embedded in her eyes glowed softly under the light.

It seemed that she would be sucked into it.

“This is the power of the Almighty Demon King.”

With a forced smile, Hernán removed her hand.

Could it be that he used magic?
Her body, which had just been sagging from extreme fatigue, was hot enough to sweat.

Her eyes are drawn to the exposed body of the sharpie, and her nose is sensitive to the scent of a sweet woman.

Even though she had already had sex with her hundreds of times, her fire and the licking of her hands brought a heavy lust.

But has she ever used a sharpie to arouse a man’s lust?
Paradoxically, the dream horse Sharpie was so charming that he didn’t need such magic.

“Hernan’s blood is delicious too?”

Glancing at her opponent’s pants, Shafikara smacked her lips bitterly.

“Really… Too bad.”

Muttering barely audibly, Sharpie pulled her up.

“Is the treatment over? Then we’ll go to bed.”

At the word ‘we’, Hernán thought of a companion he had forgotten for a moment.

“I-I’m not sleepy yet…”

Potty hesitated, his ears folded down.
Anyone could see that he wanted to spend time with Hernán.

Of course, Potty has been spending very little time alone with Hernan lately.

Even when Hernán deliberately tried to make time to be with Poti, something happened or another woman came to see her.

The empty time was usually occupied by a woman.

“Hey, I know about the medicine, so I can treat L’s injuries! A drug that leaves as few scars as possible…”

“What are you all doing?”

Potty’s ears perked loudly at the sound of her voice coming from the hallway.
She wasn’t happy, but she looked down the hallway with her downcast face as expected.

“Carine? Why are you in the hallway and not in your room?”

She was Carine walking down the aisle.
She was carrying her tray with her hair tied in a ponytail like Silnia.
Simple food and a wooden water bottle were placed on it.

“Did you cook? I told you not to cook alone…”

“I did it with this body!”

As if he had predicted Hernan’s question, Sharpie intervened.

“I’m tired! Enough with the two demons then. Demons have to go to bed early and wake up early.”

“Hey, hold on Sharpie!”

“Isn’t today the day Ernan and Carine sleep together?”

The Sharpie, which grabbed Potty before he knew it, disappeared behind Hernán’s back in an instant.
Mongma closed the door leaving a short farewell message.

“Hot night!”

* * *

At the sound of the door closing, the sound of the two demon women disappeared.
Hernán opened her mouth, wiping his sweat from the heat rising from her healing magic.

“Didn’t you sleep?”

“Huh.”

Carine, wearing her apron, sat down asking about Hernán’s wound.

The seat she chose was next to Hernán.

It had been a very long time since Karine sat next to Hernán, that is, her high-ranking seat.
It was probably the first time since the hero was hit by the devil’s tentacles and thrown into the bathroom.

“L, I want to spend some time with you.”

Carine placed a tray between Hernán and herself.
On top of that, there were foods that were completely different from what Karine usually did.

But Hernán felt familiar with the food.

“This bread… Was it the bread you made as a child?”

The familiar shape and scent made Hernan forget about the night and immerse himself in his old memories.

“That’s right. The ingredients are coarse flour and yeast. And I made it when I could get some salt.”

An apple, the easiest fruit to get in the capital, and a few slices of hard cheese, the lowest grade, were placed next to the crude bread.

“Aren’t these foods a little rough to eat before bed?”

“Didn’t we eat this often when we were young? When you slept in an abandoned house to avoid your parents, you fell asleep after eating something like this.”

Karine smiled faintly.

“And the day we turned sixteen.”

Grabbing her wooden water bottle, Karine removed the lid covering the mouth of her bottle.
Hernán’s eyes widened at the smell that pierced her senses.

“Alcohol? Where is this It’s like you made it in Silnia…”

“It was made the way it was made in the old days. An alcoholic beverage made with yeast left over from making bread and a few dried fruits.”

She was certainly similar to the one she had coaxed with Karine when she was sixteen and she said she would try drinking what grown-ups drink.

Hernán stopped talking at the sudden flood of old memories.
But he soon opened his mouth again.

“Alcohol is forbidden.”

When a nursing woman drinks alcohol, she is like giving alcohol to a baby.
That’s why she didn’t seek out alcohol, and she never drank or distributed alcohol.

“It’s full of suckling babies, so can we get drunk? I’m the only one who doesn’t want to drink, so this…”

Hernán, who was continuing his speech, met Karine’s eyes and slurred his words.
Carine smiled a little wider.

“All my children are weaned.”

Carine, who has only been pregnant once, has no babies from her weaning.
Her twins had already completely switched to adult food.

– Squeak

Karine poured clear sake into the two prepared glasses.

“You’ve always looked serious these days.”

Hernán’s old friend and lover pushed the glass of her drink into her husband’s hand.

“Can’t we comfort each other sometimes?”

Carine called Elle and grabbed her glass.

“Like the old days…”