Chapter 42 – Chapter 42 – First Child (1)

“Would you like to open your mouth?”

At the saintess’ words, the sharpie gently opened her mouth.
Seeing her playfully moving tongue inside her, Marina laughed mischievously.

“If this is the case, it is difficult for me to examine…”

“Sharpie. Stay calm.”

It wasn’t until Hernán spoke harshly that Sharpie stopped her tongue.
After the saintess let out a shallow sigh, she observed the Sharpie’s mouth shining in the light.

Pregnant women frequently received health checkups in this place, which was a space for a saint with medical skills and was full of bright light that helped her in her examinations.

“Hmm… Are you feeling dizzy or not?”

“Kid. I don’t care”

The sharpie answered her question with a wooden stick that he stirred around in her mouth.
Hernán opened her mouth to Marina in case there was a problem.

“Are there any major problems?”

Instead of answering, the saintess took the stick out of her demon lord’s mouth and examined her body.

Following that gaze, Hernando soon ran over the body of her childbirth, Sharpie.
Her stomach, which was already large enough to explode, seemed like a baby would come out if she patted it, and it had been a long time since she had changed her usual tight-fitting clothes.

However, it was embarrassing because there were many exposed places here and there because it was made by forcibly splicing together the clothes provided here.

“I don’t look good. It could just be because of the pregnancy, but I’m worried.”

Marina said, looking at her sharpie’s face, especially her eyes.
Hernan also agreed and looked under her eyes.

There were quite dark shadows under the eyes of the normally lively face.
He looked tired, as if he had stayed up all night.

Sharpie shrugged her shoulders and said it was nothing.

“I’m fine as an acquaintance. Maybe it’s just that it’s my first pregnancy, so I’m not getting it well?”

Unlike the carefree patient, the saintess, a doctor, corrected her posture and sat down with her worried face.
She, too, only moved a little in the seventh month of her pregnancy, but her belly rocked.

“As expected, mixed blood may be dangerous. There has never been a case reported, so it doesn’t matter what happens.”

Hernán’s face stiffened at the saintess’ honest impression.

She was worried about that too.
Sharpie was always brisk and chattering, but as her pregnancy progressed, she became noticeably tired.

I was more worried because she was originally a woman who was too full of energy, not knowing if she was naturally weak like Potty.

After all, does the mixed blood of humans and demons put strain on the mother’s body?

Hernán’s face grew more serious with her worry.
Seeing that, Sharpie smiled and confidently opened her mouth.

“To find out if it’s really because of that, maybe you should try getting pregnant again?”

“Yes? Of course, I’ll be sure to compare it then…”

As the saintess muttered her words, the demon king turned her tired face away from Hernán.

“Did you hear? When the first comes out, let’s make the second!”

“I think I will give birth to the child I have now. It looks like it will be out in a few days.”

She has been trapped here for 297 days.
It’s been 274 days since Shapi’s pregnancy was confirmed.

If the child inside Sharpie’s belly has a growth rate similar to that of a human, it’s no wonder she comes out anytime.

After the saintess also looked anxiously at her sharpie’s stomach, she was about to conclude her treatment by adding a few precautions.

“If there is anything wrong, let me know right away, and Hernán…”

Marina glanced at Hernán.
Hernán met her eyes with her tone telling her that if she had something to say, she said it.

The saintess hesitated before bringing up her words.

“I hope you will sleep with the demon king for the next few days.”

“In case contractions come in the middle of the night?”

“Yes. I would love to if possible, but as a rule I have to sleep in my room.”

Marina lowered her voice as she glanced out of the corner of the room.

“Are you able to do it without problems? Lately, you’ve only been sleeping with Fortina the Demon King…”

Hernán casually nodded his head and replied.

“Is there anything wrong with it? Starting today, I will sleep with Sharpie.”

“If Hernan himself says so…”

After finishing her treatment, the saintess grabbed a quill on her table and began to record the results of the Sharpie’s treatment on her paper.
She thanked her and took her Sharpie out.

Hernán asked quietly as she felt the sharpie walking half-leaning on her.

“Are you really okay?”

“Actually, regular…”

“That lie must be once or twice. You put a lot of it in the day before yesterday.”

She noticed that she was trying to divert her words and changed her subject.
Sharpie then leaned her heavy body against the man next to her and said something completely different.

“Rather than that, did you have an exact idea of ​​what to write on the wish ticket?”

“Sharpie. First of all, your body…”

“If my body is really like that because of pregnancy, childbirth is the answer.”

She opened the door to her room and continued talking.

“If pregnancy is a problem, isn’t it solved by the upcoming birth? Hernan, think of the child’s name.”

It was as if it was a simple matter of eating when you’re hungry.

“So stop worrying about my body and let’s talk about the right to wish. Or would you like to start by cleaning the way for the baby to come out?”

The sharpie squinted her eyes and flapped her tangled skirt.
Even after she was pregnant, she still had an attractive body and behavior.

But Hernán shook her head and put her on her bed.

“Let’s talk about wish rights.”

As she sat down beside her Sharpie, she recalled her Wish Right, which had already been used for her.

“Sharpy, your wish sphere was supposed to dispel the magic in my head. Is there anything more to discuss?”

She didn’t answer right away, but stretched her arms behind her and supported her body.
My stomach felt heavy.

Hernán immediately leaned her sharpie against the headboard of her bed and she secured it with her arm around her shoulder.
The sharpie stroked her arm resting on her shoulder with her tail.

“Thank you.”

She thanked Hernan with hearts in her eyes.
It was like eyes falling in love, and for a moment, Hernan also felt her heart flutter slightly.

The demon king blinked slowly and continued his words.

“Since the time to actually use it is approaching, I think I need to worry about the situation when I use the wish ticket.”

When Sharpie said that, Hernan also remembered what she was worried about.

“What if other girls ask me to do something else with their right of wish?”

Although she said it was the other women, in fact she was only worried about Carine.
Except for her, the women give birth every one or two months.

So there is no reason to be greedy for the right to wish.
Only the brave Karine was not pregnant, so she had no wish rights available on her own.

Sharpie agreed with Hernán and opened her mouth.

“That’s right. Someone may use violence or threaten to push their opinions.”

“After the right to wish comes out, I’m no longer a pregnant woman, so I won’t have any hesitation in attacking you.”

In the meantime, the reason Karine refrained from using overwhelming force was purely because the women were pregnant.

If you use violence against a pregnant woman, you may get backlash from other pregnant women, and the demon’s punishment may await.

And the child’s father’s wrath would also have been poured out.

Hernán continued her words, ignoring the slight discomfort.

“But on the other hand, you can just sit back and see how the wishing sphere works.”

It would be convenient to ask the hero himself what he was planning to do, but Hernan didn’t feel like it.
It was obviously not a very wise choice.

Sharpie responded to Hernán’s words with a nod of her head.

“I’m not going to make a fuss about asking for my wish from the beginning. I wonder if there is still such a desperate wish.”

“Then should I stop worrying and go to sleep?”

“Hernan.”

The sharpie lay her head down so her horns wouldn’t stab Hernán, and she kissed his shoulder blades.

“Are you going to use that wish ticket secretly?”

At her kiss, Hernán, who had brought his lips to the horn, stopped.

“Stealthily?”

“Huh.”

“Why did you keep the wish ticket secret… Ah.”

After hearing her words, Hernán realized the remaining problems.
Sharpie looked up at her opponent’s face and finally mentioned her champion.

“If the hero really cast a brainwashing spell, there’s no way he’ll see you make a wish to get rid of the magic on his head, right?”

“Then shall we secretly pray? Anyway, you only need my permission to activate the right to wish.”

After the women make a wish and deliver it to themselves, they decide whether to wish it to the demon god.
In other words, other women cannot intervene in the process of using the right to wish.

For now, according to the given rules, it is, so if you want to avoid the intervention of the hero, you can avoid it.

While he was thinking and talking, the demon king rubbed his horn on the other cheek and said.

“I think it would be better to do it in front of everyone. Don’t be sneaky.”

“What is your intention? In the first place, you were the first to worry that the hero might interfere. Then wouldn’t it be better to do it secretly?”

Sharpie agreed that she was right, but she elaborated on her opinion.

“There is a way not to provoke the hero. Just tell him that my wish is to break the libido suppression spell. My actual wish is to ask for the magic to be lifted from my head.”

“Are you going to lie?”

The demon king laughed softly and stroked Hernán’s cheek with his hand.

“Why is that a lie? If the magic on your head is really just one sexual desire suppression magic, then you’re not wrong, right?”

When you inform the hero of your wish, you inform him that only the sexual desire suppression magic will be released, and when you actually make a wish, ask him to release the magic on your head.

If Karine hasn’t lied about anything, this isn’t a lie on her part either.
Only the libido-suppressing magic would really work.

“In other words, are you saying that if the hero did not lie, then our words are not lies?”

However, if Karine cheated on Ernan, she naturally becomes a lie for Hernan to tell Karine.
Because of the lie of the hero himself.

The Demon King lightly kissed Hernán on the lips before replying.

“That’s right. Ernan did nothing wrong. In the first place, because of her lover’s trick, Hernán said that without knowing anything. And if that fact is revealed in front of everyone, even the hero will have a hard time evading it.”

Hearing those sweet whispers, Hernán felt both satisfied and uneasy.

Satisfaction comes from the goodness of Sharpie’s proposal.
It relieves her of guilt for cornering her lover by telling her lies, and it removes her justification for objecting to her use of her right to wish.

As a result, you can use the Right of Wish as you please.

But what is this insecurity?
Hernán felt strangely uncomfortable in this situation where he kept thinking of his lover as an enemy.

Could this be due to brainwashing magic, or is it just some kind of desire to trust your lover?

Hernán felt a bit stuffy.

“Sharpie. I’ll go out for a while.”

Hernán stood up, carefully putting Shafi on the bed.
The Demon King asked quietly.

“Are you going to your lover?”

I shook my head.

“No. I’ll wash my face for a while. I think I need to cool my head.”

Hernan opened the door.

“I will be back.”

Sharpie waggled her tail.

“Go.”

* * *

Wiping the water from his face, Hernán came out into the living room.
It is normal for no one to be in the living room since it is already close to bedtime when you see the doctor.

But there was a woman that Hernán didn’t want to face the most right now.

“L.”

Hernán looked at her with her expression as calm as possible.
Her lover looked tired.

The slightly dark under her eyes stood out even more in contrast to her white skin, and her cold expression was strangely weak.

She called to Hernán while sitting at the head of her table.

“Can’t we sit here for a while?”

Hernán was conflicted for a short time.
However, it was difficult for her to refuse.
Because they were still lovers.

“Why aren’t you sleeping? I’m here.”

Carine put strength in her hand at Hernán’s words.
There were many minor scars on her hands.

Hernán opened her mouth, remembering Silnia complaining that the tree seemed to have turned bare lately.

“Are you sculpting every night these days? How about doing that during the day and sleeping at night?”

“Aren’t you coming to my room today?”

Instead of answering Hernán’s words, Karine brought out a question of her own.

She sighed inwardly and replied.

“I slept with you five days ago.”

Hernán said stiffly, taking her gaze away from the woman who kept trying to make eye contact with himself.

“As you know, this place is full of full-term pregnant women. Everyone is hoping someone will help them at night.”

Carine now sighed, clutching at her table.

“You can wait until you fall asleep and then come to me. These days, I sleep less and less…”

“Stop being stubborn.”

Hernán thought she was going to get into a nasty argument, so she stopped her.
And she blew a one-sided notice.

“From today, I will sleep in the sharpie room for a while.”

“What? Why all of a sudden? You even slept with that rabbit the last few days.”

Hernán frowned at her so subtly that she didn’t even notice.
It was precisely because of Carine that she slept with Potty.

During these months, the hero was especially wary of Potty and secretly pressed him.
Hernán, who also had to take care of other women, couldn’t take care of Potty in every case, and she was exposed to that malice as it was.

Rather, if Sharpie had been the object of that malice, she would have smirked.
However, Potty, a former experimental subject, lacked her social experience to pass it on flexibly.

As a result, she has become so weak that she has no choice but to postpone having sex again during her original stable period and having her become pregnant again.

Lately, when she was pregnant, her nervous breakdown had gotten so much worse that she had no choice but to soothe her by sleeping with her.

Hernán wanted to tell her the truth, but she was afraid Karine would press her harder, so she went back to her words.

“Maybe Sharpie’s birth day will come soon. If labor pains come at night, I have to get up and prepare for the birth.”

“According to that logic, even after the birth of the demon king, you will continue to sleep with the wizard.”

“That’s right. I can’t help it. What if I’m not by your side and something big happens? There will be a delay in having one child, so getting out of here will be delayed by a year, won’t it?”

I could see Karine’s hands trembling.
Hernán felt a bit heavy at the sight of his lover, but he controlled his mind by thinking about the priority of work.

“So bear with me. Later with you…”

“L. When the demon king gives birth, will the right of wish come?”

Hernán shut his mouth and glanced at his lover.
She opened and closed her hands anxiously, looking at the middle of her table.

“Did she ever say what she wished for?”

“Ask that yourself.”

Karine asked, now not even hiding the anxiety in her voice.

“You’re not making a wish that you only have sex with yourself, are you?”

Hernán felt that it was a ridiculous question, but at the same time she felt it was reasonable to think so.

Sharpie is a dream horse, loyal to her pleasure.
However, the Demon King is also very good at distinguishing public and private affairs.

At least, that’s what Hernán experienced during his 300 days here.

“I guess not. I’ll refuse that wish anyway.”

Hernán felt that it was time for her to return to Sharpie.
Karine got up when her lover got up and she hurriedly followed.

“L!”

She took her lover’s hand with her wounded hand over it again as her wound healed.

“Can you look into my eyes and talk to me?”

Hernán met her eyes with her for a very brief moment.
She didnt make her relieved face when Hernán met her darling eyes.

“Let’s engrave our memories again while looking at the sculptures with me. And if you need me, I’ll take you by mouth.”

The sight of her eyes weakened her heart rapidly.
But Hernán says she’s gotten used to these symptoms in recent months, and she’s gotten pretty good at overcoming them.

He turned his head away, thinking of the other woman, especially Sharpie’s glowing eyes and face.

“Right now, the baby could come out today. I’m sorry, but I’ll go.”

Hernán tried to release what Karine was holding by tightening her hand.
Karine said earnestly, putting more strength into her hand the more he did.

“Please… Why are you doing this… Strange.”

“Karine. You’ll be tired too, so stop going to bed.”

Hernan did not look back and gave strength again.
Of course, her power itself is stronger than hers, but they usually let it go.

However, Carine was more stubborn than usual and did not let go of Hernán.

“L! Me too… Can’t you help me too?”

“I already have enough help. You’re making it possible for women to give birth quickly and safely.”

“Not that…”

Carine’s voice cracked dry.

“I can’t sleep these days. I hardly sleep on days when you don’t come.”

Hernán thought she might know why she looked tired.
And the reason why the number of wounds on the hands of warriors who are good at sculpting increased.

“I fell asleep while sculpting. Can’t you come together often for me?”

Hernán turned around and he felt a strong urge to embrace his lover.
But at the same time, I had doubts.

Could this feeling be due to Carine’s magic?

Not sure yet.
But circumstances keep piling up.

As she lives here, her disagreements with her lover increase, and each time she asks to see her own face, her doubts are tinged with certainty.

Once doubt has taken root in love, it will not stop until it is devastated.
Especially if the other person is in a state of spraying water so that the doubt grows well.

“I’ll go. The saintess advised me to sleep with Sharpie from today.”

Hernán twisted her hand away and opened the door to the room where the Sharpie was.

“Have you been?”

Through the open door, the demon king’s joyful voice was heard.
When the hero saw the door closing, he felt a violent desire to destroy it.

“L…”

Instead, the warrior decided to soothe his anxiety by cleaning the wound on his hand.
She went into her own room, where now only her black rose and a sculpture depicting the capital’s landscape awaited.