Chapter 222 – Chapter 215 – Childbirth (2)

After running all night, Hernán felt tired.

In fact, he had been up all night quite a bit before.
Staying vigil, walking all night to get out of a dangerous environment, etc.

But nothing was more exhausting than dealing with a sick woman and a crying child at the same time as now.

“Everyone has suffered.”

But instead of showing his tiredness, Hernán thanked the women around the living room table.

“Once Potty fell asleep.”

Marina nodded her head to Hernán as she sorted out the empty painkiller bottle.

“To be precise, it seems that he passed out after exhausting his energy… Still, there was no abnormality in breathing or pulse.”

As she said, Potty stopped screaming a moment ago and fell asleep.
I don’t know what will happen when I wake up, but it’s been quiet for a while.

“Sharpie. Did you find out with detection magic?”

Hernán pushed away his eyelids that were about to close and looked at Sharpie.
The demon king was also in such a tired state that his eyelids were closed so that the hearts in his eyes seemed to be cut in half.

“What this body found was a magic circle engraved on its stomach. We figured out what caused it.”

Is drinking another cause?

At her words, sighs leaked out from everywhere.
Instead of sighing, Hernán glanced at the demon god’s altar nestled in the living room.

Shall I break it?
The last time Silnia was destroyed, it appeared right away.

“It is certain that it causes pain in the heart and uterus. The inner structure of the magic circle is targeting those two places.”

Taking her eyes off her altar, Hernan looked at the demon king, the high priest of demons.

“Heart and womb? It’s a bit of an odd location choice, isn’t it?”

“That’s right. If it was intended to subdue or inflict pain on someone, it would have targeted the intestines or lungs instead of the womb.”

The bloody story flowed naturally.
Sharpie must have realized that she had said it too casually, so she smiled shyly.

“When you live as a demon king, you learn things you don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, I got it. Did you find out anything else?”

“The cause of the magic. I’m not sure, but I have a guess.”

Sharpie’s speech had a strangely captivating quality.
Even though Hernán and other women were tired, she focused her gaze on the demon king.

The demon king paused a little, then he spoke briefly.

“Pleasure.”

There was more silence than the Sharpie paused.

“Pleasure?”

Silnia was the first to speak.

“Did I not understand, or did I cut off my words? How can you find out if you just bring it out as a pleasure?”

Perhaps because she was sleepy, Silnia’s tone was quite sharp.
Although she woke up Silnia, her queen, in case she might use her wish ticket, she thought it would be better to let her in sooner.

“Sharpie. Please explain in more detail.”

“Not sure. I did it because I wondered if I couldn’t arrange things more clearly.”

Sharpie gave her one more note that she was not spirited and then began her explanation.

“If Potty spends a good night with Hernan, the womb will tingle, right? Then the magic engraved on her belly will start to activate.”

“Is the demon god also from a dreamer?”

Karine, who had been looking after Potty’s children and her mother all night long, asked blankly.
Of course, no one answered that.

“Perhaps something magical is going on in the womb, then the heart. That’s where the action takes place.”

“So, will the same thing happen tonight every time you sleep with Forty?”

It’s pretty strange.
The Demon God is trying to make her give birth to a child by any means.
Of course, a man and a woman must have sex in order to have children.

But when Potty feels pleasure from sex, he engraves a magic that causes pain?

And the odd thing is not only that.

“Forty and I slept together several times even after the ship’s magic circle was engraved. Potty every time… It’s not like I didn’t feel it. But this is the first time this has happened. Isn’t it strange?”

It felt like a bit of an embarrassing story.
But Sharpie rather cheered her up and smiled at her.

“Isn’t it natural that all the women here are distracted by whining when he gets stabbed by Hernan? The same goes for Potty.”

Embarrassment spread beyond Hernán to other women.
Ignoring the feeling that her air had become a bit sticky, Hernán urged Sharpie.

“Useless words in moderation. Because everyone is tired Just answer the question.”

“Huh! As Ernan said, there are two cases where magic that is not usually activated can be activated.”

According to the demon lord, her first case number is that there is a manifestation condition that she has not been able to figure out.

“For example, if there are changes in the body. If you think about it in relation to sex, there will be the same conditions if you succeed in conceiving.”

“That won’t be it. Today’s incident happened before ejaculation.”

“Ah… Then you haven’t sent it out yet. Would you like to step out later?”

“Hey, Dream!”

As the story began to turn raunchy again, Silnia finally blushed.

“Aren’t you constantly distracted because of you! Don’t keep talking obscenely.”

“My elf wants to take it off for me, so I’ll go back to the main topic of this body.”

“What? This…”

Silnia shook her body, but didn’t raise her fist.
Instead, she moved her legs under the table and gently rubbed her thighs.

She usually loses her libido when she gets pregnant, but she doesn’t seem to be the Silnia she was after this pregnancy.

“Come on, let’s get to the point.”

Hernán, who was right next to her Silnia and could see it all, hurriedly retold her story.

“The second is that the person who cast the spell activated it. In other words, the demon god personally activated the magic engraved on Potty’s belly today.”

It is quite possible.
The Demon God is watching over the entire facility except for the garden, and his magic can spread everywhere his surveillance touches.

In particular, if the magic circle was engraved, it might be possible to activate it without any sign.

However, even in this case, there are doubts.

“If that’s the case, then the Demon God will have to explain why Potty suffers.”

In response to the question raised by Marina, who was quietly listening to the explanation, Hernan also raised his suspicions.

“The Demon God basically intervened when there was serious violence or when there was a problem with the entire facility. But I don’t think Forty did anything like that this night.”

Other women asked Ernán if there was any problem in bed, but Ernan could not think of anything serious enough for the demon to intervene.

There was only a bit of bickering as he said to avoid getting pregnant at best.

Until now, the demon had never intervened to the extent of avoiding pregnancy.
It’s not like new rules have been added.

“Sharpie. Aside from why it was triggered, do you have any other information?”

As the discussion became sluggish and the women’s concentration gradually declined, Hernán asked Sharpie if he had found out anything more with the detection magic.

However, the demon king did not answer.

“Sharpie?”

“… Huh?”

To be precise, it looked like he was lost in his thoughts and couldn’t answer.

“What were you thinking?”

“I must have just been bruised from being tired!”

The demon king smiled and tried to pass the question away.
But now Potty’s life is at stake.

I needed to find out more information from Sharpie.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know, but if you find out something…”

The red eyes moved quickly.
After making eye contact with Hernan, the next step is the demon god’s altar.
As Hernan blurted out his words, they met eyes once more and went to the demon god’s altar.

Hernán was the only one who was concentrating on the short-lived movement.

“What did you just say, Hernan?”

I have something to point out.
Something deeply related to drinking.

“No. I want to tell you that you did a good job using magic today.”

Something burdensome for the demon king to say directly.
Or something that the demons shouldn’t enter.

“It was nothing! Does this body want to tell you anything for Poti and Hernán? Of course, it’s harder than I thought.”

The Demon King is sending a signal, but it is dangerous to ask about it.
The Demon God is not simply observing this facility from the outside.

Information is also received through the senses of the demon king’s body, that is, the sharpie.

She said that exchanging direct information with her is like being exposed to the Demon God.

“It’s a pity though. If this body were more capable of magic, it would have figured out what the Potty problem was.”

If so, we have no choice but to exchange stories as indirectly as possible.

Hernán, on her nerves, met her eyes with Sharpie.
She too muttered slowly, her red heart eyes fixed on Hernán’s jet-black pupils.

“At times like this, it would have been better if this body was in pain instead of Forty. Then Potty, the master of magic, would have figured it out.”

“Excuse me…”

Another woman’s voice interrupted the flow of thoughts that had been spinning for a long time.

“If we don’t have anything more to say, can we go in and sleep?”

Carine of her very sleepy face put her hand on her tummy.

“I’m pregnant and I’m tired these days. Regarding magic, later to Potty…”

“Ah.”

Party.
Hernán let out a low exclamation.

“Let’s ask the person in question.”

Hernan’s words caught the attention of others.

“The person who cast the spell. Let’s ask what kind of magic was cast on the demon.”

In a way, it’s a natural and simple story.
The answer was so simple that it was hard to come up with.
Sharpie turned it around with a serious feeling, and she had a feeling she hadn’t even thought of.

Conversely, this simple question, this simple subject, would mean that there is a hidden reason for Sharpie to desperately talk about it.

“Can’t you just ask for treatment when you’re asking about that?”

“If it was a magic that could be released by making a wish, I wouldn’t have cast it at all.”

Answering Silnia, Hernan looked at Sharpie.
She didn’t have her usual smirk.

She just stared into space as she remained expressionless.

“This wish is a magic circle engraved on Potty’s stomach. Let’s find out what magic she has.”

“But what if the demon refuses to answer?”

“What if I refuse?”

Concerned about her Marina, Hernan opened her mouth while looking at her demon altar.

“Then we should take care of dispelling Potty’s magic. I can’t just leave a spell like that that hurts people to the point of fainting without knowing when it will activate.”

“Yes? But isn’t it too dangerous to carelessly touch unknown magic?”

“You can’t stay still.”

Embarrassment appeared on the faces of Marina as well as Silnia and Karine, who didn’t like Potty very much.

It seemed to be because Hernan, who was close to her cautious personality, came up with a way to appear reckless.

“Hey, El! Are you tired? Saying it so carelessly…”

“It’s really scary, but if that’s what the King wants. Besides, there is no other way to save Forty.”

When even Potty and her closest demon king showed signs of sympathizing with Hernán’s opinion, Silnia’s face became even more exhilarated.

“What are these? Why did you and I change roles? Originally, I had to scream and say, and you guys should stop it.”

“That must mean that Silnia has a sense of responsibility as queen.”

While answering Silnia, Hernan glanced at her demon god’s altar.
Of course, there was no movement on the altar.

However, for some reason, Hernán felt that the demon’s embarrassing feelings were conveyed.

The magic that the Demon God inscribed on Potty is obviously very important to the Demon God.
Otherwise, there would be no way the Demon God, who tried to avoid excessive intervention in the facility as much as possible, would engrave the magic circle so directly.

It must be a very important factor in the Demon God’s plan, the full picture of which is still unknown.
It must be the kind of thing that shouldn’t be damaged.

“What if I leave Potty alone and Potty dies? Are you going to blame yourself later for just ignoring it?”

But what if Shafina or Hernan touches the magic circle to heal Poti?

Whether the magic circle is damaged or Potty will suffer irreparable damage.

Of course, the latter is an option that Hernán would never want to accept, but so is the Demon God.

“Ni, if you come out so strong… What, is it your girl or my girl? If you want to make a wish, make it.”

“Thank you, Sylnia.”

“Joy.”

The Demon God who heard the threat from this side, not the threat to mess with the magic, had no choice but to give the minimum information, no, enough information so that this side would not touch the magic circle.

“If it is Hernan’s will, then I will do it too. To be honest, there is no other way.”

“I agree.”

When Marina and Carine answered, Hernán nodded her head and straightened her back.

“Good. Let’s make a wish now.”

The feeling that things are going well.
I feel like I can safely solve my work and go to bed comfortably.

Having tasted this sensation for the first time in a while, Hernán announced the use of her wish book.
The women agreed, showing signs of agreement.

And then there was silence.

“However…”

The first to break the silence was Carine, who looked exhausted.

“Who will write the wish ticket?”

It seemed that he had lost his temper soon after.