Chapter 73 – Chapter 72 – Bottom (2)

Potty popped a sweet snack into her mouth along with her rose-infused tea.
As the amount of food supplied by the demon has increased little by little recently, I was able to save it for later consumption.

Especially since he couldn’t eat a lot at one time, it was better to eat it as a snack like now.

“It’s become quite a garden here, too.”

Hearing Sharpie’s voice in front of him, Potty raised his eyes.
In her eyes, she could see the sharpie drinking rose tea against a backdrop of various plants.

Potty’s laboratory, which was large but desolate and desolate, was transformed into a well-kept greenhouse thanks to Potty’s efforts.

Potty smiled lightly as she set the teacup down on the scorched table.

“Since it’s a space for babies to roam around, I decorated it as safely and beautifully as possible…”

In fact, while the two mothers were drinking tea and spending time leisurely, their child was crawling around the room.

Sharpie opened his mouth, not taking his eyes off his daughter.

“So you raised the rose bed to a higher place?”

“Yes. Thanks to that, I had to put a watering can on my head when watering radishes.”

The huge rose pot, which was placed on Potty’s chest, was still out of reach of crawling children.

“Bo, as you can see, my stomach is swelling so fast that it is difficult to hold the watering can high…”

Sharpie glanced at Potty’s stomach.
It was definitely a big belly to say that it was a woman’s belly beyond the 5th month of pregnancy.

Forty followed her gaze and gently caressed his belly.

“Is it because there are two of them? Mo, it becomes difficult to control the body, and the stomach goes out quickly…”

“Are you worried?”

The demon king, who had become slightly emaciated after becoming pregnant in the same way, asked softly.

Didn’t Shapi say that when pregnant, it was difficult to take regular intake because toxic semen caused morning sickness?

Potty answered, thinking that it would be difficult.

“A little… So, to be honest, the last birth was never easy.”

Although she spoke confidently in front of Hernán, she was a timid animal by nature.
Although previous births have been successful, there is no law that this one will be the same.

At least, unlike before, the stress from the hero disappeared, but this time there was a problem with two children to come out.
Of course, because of that problem, she rose to the position of queen.

Potty was happy inwardly that she would never step down from her position as queen.
She chewed on a sweet snack and asked a short question.

“Still, if you make a good wish to the demon, there will be no problem, right?”

Sharpie smiled kindly.

“Of course.”

Potty looked at Sharpie, who was always kind to him, with shining golden eyes.
And after taking a sip of tea, he spoke carefully.

“Speaking of the Demon God…”

The demon king still smiled and looked alternately between the children and Potty.
Forty continued talking to her, who seemed willing to listen to anything.

“Why don’t you talk about demons these days?”

“Huh?”

Sharpie tilted his head as if he didn’t understand.
Every time it happened, the horns on its head also tilted together, which stood out.
Especially, that cloth wrapped around the tip of the horn is poisonous.

While Potty was distracted by Hernan’s gift on his horn, the demon king spoke in a gentle voice.

“Didn’t I tell you enough about the Demon God already?”

“But…”

Forty forced his gaze away from his horn, muffled his words.
Sharpie, seeing that, took one of her candies in her mouth and brought it to Potty.

“Ah try it, ah.”

“Ah… ?”

Sharpie stuffed the snack into her potty mouth like she was feeding a little rabbit.
Potty listened to the Sharpie, delighting in the ecstatic sweetness that spread from her mouth.

“Because of this, I definitely remember the time when I used to powder candy and put it in Potty’s mouth. That’s when Potty coughed and almost went blind.”

Looking at the sharpie giggling, Potty remembered her work at that time.
When the sex she had with Hernán was exposed and her ribs were meticulously trampled by Karine…

Hernand and the Demon King brought her and took care of her, who had almost passed out.
Sharpie powdered her candies she had previously packed and she fed herself.

She just poured too much at once and she coughed herself up, and the sharpie smeared her candy powder all over her face.

“Well, that’s because the sharpie poured her powder all at once…” .”

“Is it? Then I’ll take it slow this time, so would you like to try again?”

The sharpie turned her slightly in her chair.
Then she pulled back her skirt, revealing her toned thighs.

“Lie down here!”

Potty laughed bashfully and flapped his ears.

“Boo, shame on you! Between women…”

She actually wanted to lie down with her head on her sharpie’s thigh.
She’s just as small as herself, so if she attaches one more chair to her, she won’t be able to lie down.

Besides, I’m ashamed to say this…
She felt in Sharpie something like her mother-daughter relationship she had never felt in her life.

A woman she can rely on and who loves herself.
She thought that if Hernan was her loving husband, she was like a sharp mother.

Of course, she had a hunch that she would be overly ashamed if this thought was discovered, so she hurriedly turned her back.

“You, don’t tease me too much… Couldn’t you tell me more about the Demon God?”

“… Well?”

Sharpie pulled her skirt down again and opened her mouth.

“I am a demon king, but I am not a professional priest. I don’t know very much about the Demon God.”

“Is that so? So, is there anything else you want to tell me?”

“Sorry.”

Sharpie said she was sorry, and she took Potty’s hand.
Then she slowly drew something on her palm.

It was hard to tell exactly because she was drawing with her bare fingers, not smeared with ink or anything.
However, upon hearing the words of the demon king, Potty immediately recognized what it was.

“This is a pattern that demons wish for good health. In the sense of apologizing for my ignorance and wishing for an easy delivery…”

“This is a recovery magic circle!”

Restoration magic that speeds up natural healing.
It is not possible to make a wound completely absent or to revive a person who can never be revived like a divine power, but it has the effect of greatly shortening the time it takes to heal.

The sharpie opened her eyes slightly and stopped her fingers.

“Really? I learned this from the demon god’s priests, so I thought it was meaningless.”

“Could it be that the magic circle is like a prayer to the demon god?”

“That is interesting. But I don’t know for sure, so I can’t give you a definitive answer.”

Sharpie shrugged her shoulders with her tone of unsure.
Potty didn’t care about her attitude and enthusiastically opened the parchment on the table.

The wizard soon began to write down the magic circles he knew one by one.

The sharpie just smiled faintly, and she watched it.

* * *

Sharpie’s daughter came up to her own mother and grabbed her by the leg and got up.
Tired, the child struggled, stretching her arms out to her mother for a hug.

“Shall we go to rest?”

Sharpie looked at Potty, who was still organizing her magic circle, and she quietly tried to get up from her seat.
Then Potty opened her mouth.

“I… Sharpie?”

“Huh? You don’t even have to see me off.”

“Are wizards, priests, and priests the same job in the demon society?”

Potty was asking as if he didn’t care.
Sharpie looked at Potty’s ear as she squinted.

The long, light pink bunny ears were trembling little by little.

Shafikara, the king of demons, had sparkling red eyes.

“It overlaps quite a bit.”

Potty heard that and turned his face completely to the parchment again.
Without saying anything, she started writing her magic circle again.

Leaving behind the conversation that had ended, Sharpie tried to move on with her steps.
But again, Potty stopped her hand from drawing her magic circle.

“Hey, have you used magic lately?”

“Magic?”

“Yes. Magic of any kind.”

Passing talk.
Rather, the way he speaks suggests that Forty has been preparing this question for a long time.

Potty doesn’t know how to hide his intentions and talk without provoking others.
If she says something like that, she must have been thinking about it for quite some time.

“That’s right. I wrote it.”

“Oh… ! Oh no, so what if… ?”

Forty lost his composure at once and let out a short scream.
He hurriedly tried to calm his startled heart, but the already startled rabbit heart wouldn’t calm down easily.

Sharpie approached Potty with a very slow, non-threatening smile.

“Queen.”

The title surprisingly quickly calmed Potty.
The wizard looked straight at the sharpie with a much improved expression.

“Would you like to talk to me for a minute?”

“What conversation… ?”

“About how the King and Queen will live happily ever after.”

Potty swallowed her saliva.
The master of enchantment, the dreamer, put her rabbit’s ear in her mouth.

“For a love that will last forever, both here and abroad.”

* * *

Hernán was walking down the aisle carrying the finished cradle for Shafi.
Normally, he would have congratulated himself on the feat of making furniture with a single dagger, but now his mind was in a very complicated state.

Marina said that the human gods outside should not discover that the personnel here served her demon god.
It is highly likely that the demon is gaining strength through the faith of Silnia and Poti, and naturally, the gods will not welcome the growth of the antagonist.

Why didn’t the saintess tell me this beforehand?

Hernán pondered over and over again the questions that came to his mind whenever he thought of this as a subject.

If the saintess had told her this in advance, it would have been easier for her to stop Silnia and Potty.
She should have acted more decisively.

However, after Silnia gave birth to a child, the two devoted their faith to the demon god for over 200 days.
I don’t know how serious this is, but if it’s a meaningful level by the standards of the gods, it’s not the only problem.

Even if I tell Silnia and Potty this now, they won’t stop worshiping the devil.
On the contrary, you may already think that there is no turning back and fall into a mania.

If that happens, Potty may not know it, but Silnia will have to completely give up her return to her forest.
Of course, Potty will live somewhere out of sight.

Maybe they will surrender to the demon society…
Sharpie keeps saying it’s not such a bad place, but nobody knows if it actually is.

Already, her own people came to assassinate the demon king, the head of the demon society, and went missing for years with her.

Even if the demons had a recommendation from a former demon king, they wouldn’t easily be suspicious of it.
Even her own children have to live under close surveillance, or they may end up badly.

Hernán held onto the cradle.
Although they were children she never thought of, she never thought of abandoning them.

Somehow she wanted to give all of those children the gift of a good life.
Her unfortunate childhood ended with her…

“Huh?”

As soon as Hernan entered the living room, she turned her gaze to one side of the wall.
There was the most prominent demon altar in this place.

Hernán approached it with a sense of wonder.
Naturally, she wasn’t puzzled by the demon altar she could always see.

“Who removed the fruit?”

Silnia always piled small fruits the size of a human fingernail on the altar of the demon god.
It would be good to say that the fruits that are discarded after a certain amount of time or refilled after eating are sacrificial offerings.

But now, all of those offerings were gone.

Isn’t it time to renew the fruit yet?
Did the saintess clean it up?

However, even though she hates the worship of the saintess, she does not show excessive tyranny.
She wouldn’t have done something like this that would make Sylnia angry.

Hernán pondered for a moment, then tried to just pass by.
Actually, it’s not too serious.

Poti or Sharpie may have misunderstood the cycle and removed it, or Silnia may have changed it on a whim.
But soon, a strange mark appeared in his eyes.

“Crush…”

Sticky fruit juices were dripping loudly around the altar.
As if someone spilled it while eating in a hurry.

“Oooh! Whoa!”

The sound of someone vomiting.
Hernan put the cradle down and looked in the direction of the sound.

The end of his gaze reached the bathroom.

“Huh… Oops!”

The bathroom door was half closed, and there was a distance, so I didn’t hear it loud.
In other words, it was difficult to discern whose voice it was.

Hernán went to the bathroom feeling anxious for no reason.
If I had to connect it, the person who was throwing up right now might have eaten the fruit on the altar and felt something bad.

Among the berries Silnia offers are mixed with yew berries, and those berries are poisonous if eaten together.

Hernán hurriedly opened the bathroom door, thinking he might need an antidote.

“Oops! Woo-wook…”

Soon, I saw long silver hair flowing on the floor.

“Carine?”

“Huh? Eh, L… Oops!”

Karine lifted her face and looked at Hernan for a moment, but she immediately slammed her face into the toilet again.

“Did you eat the fruit on the altar?”

Hernan patted her on the back and asked hastily.

“Joe, a little…”

“Some of the fruits there are poisonous, so why did you carelessly eat them?”

She felt that she should call the saint, and Hernán was about to leave her seat.
But Karine hastily stopped him.

“I know! You shouldn’t eat the seeds of the yew fruit…”

“You know? Then why are you vomiting?”

“Mo, I don’t know. I just ate it because it looked appetizing, but suddenly I was disgusted…”

Hernan thought his stomach was startled, and began to pat Karine on the back again.

After a while, Karine calmed down and got out of her toilet cubicle.

“Thank you…”

“No. Let’s go out Please talk to me next time I’ll pick it up from Silnia Forest.”

Hernan took Karine and went out into the living room.
It was time to take back the cradle placed in front of the demon’s altar and go to the sharpie’s room.

But when he went to the cradle, he found something very unexpected in his eyes.

“Womb… No, why is there a pattern for confirming pregnancy?”

Could Sylnia be pregnant?

On top of the cradle, as if it were a gift, there was a piece of paper with a pregnancy confirmation pattern on it.

And there was a hand to pick it up.

“Karine?”

She said with an awkward smile.

“This is mine.”

Hernan looked at her with her fisheye, her dumbfounded face.