Gabriella changed into a simple pleated skirt; black thigh-high stockings wrapped most of the soft flesh of her legs, making it look just like an outfit for a date.
The two headed to the garden in the inner city.
Gabriella rarely went out for walks before—she thought it was just a waste of time.
But today, in Isabella’s company,
watching the sky and clouds, the willow branches swaying gently in the breeze, her mind empty, she actually felt in a good mood.
Yet the anticipated moment never arrived.
Isabella would occasionally introduce the various fresh flowers and plants in the garden to her; seeing her happy expression, Gabriella somehow felt her own mood lift as well.
But in the end, the Demon King never said a single word about children!
They walked toward the livelier central city district to stroll through the marketplace.
After Gabriella’s reforms, it now resembled something like a “supermarket” system; demons searched for what they needed in the vast space, with everything uniformly planned and organized. Compared to the markets of human adventurers, it was far more orderly and quiet.
Gabriella didn’t have anything she wanted, but she spotted some strange snacks and drew inspiration, wondering if she could recreate them in the residential palace to make for the Demon King.
“Do you know that Vina? Yes, the leader of the Eastern Ridge. Today she actually asked me if I had a recommended tailor, and I immediately thought of you—but I couldn’t possibly send you over~”
“The Demon King flatters me too much.”
Gabriella was amused by this idiot.
And when Isabella saw her smile, her own face bloomed like a flower.
In the evening, the two dined at a noble restaurant in the inner city.
It served traditional demon cuisine different from the maid service in the residential palace—mostly roasted meats with minimal processing.
The entire dining hall was surrounded by glass, situated on a quiet street.
According to Isabella, it was good to change the style and taste once in a while.
A few years ago, there were still many “barbaric” traces—for example, roasting meat meant hanging a whole piece on the grill and cutting one’s own portion—but now neatly plated steaks and red wine made everything far more elegant.
Isabella drank a little wine.
Demon wine wasn’t essentially different from human wine; here it seemed to be brewed from some kind of wild fruit.
Gabriella herself had no interest in such things, but at Isabella’s request, she only sipped a few cups.
However, neither of them got drunk—mere alcohol couldn’t affect two powerhouses like them.
Afterward, the sky gradually darkened.
By the time they returned to the residential palace, it was already eight in the evening.
Gabriella obediently took a bath, using Isabella’s favorite flower petals to make her body fragrant.
The Demon King will definitely make a move on me tonight.
This is also in return for everything this idiot has done for me.
My somewhat sour mood from earlier has actually improved a lot now.
If days like this could continue forever, it doesn’t seem so bad…
Demons…
It’s just demonification.
I’m still human, right?
After returning to the bedroom, Gabriella changed into a white nightgown; the lily petal patterns revealed her beautiful figure.
When the Demon King, her hair still slightly damp, entered the bedroom and pulled the covers over them,
Gabriella was already prepared.
But.
The Demon King simply wrapped an arm around her shoulders and closed her eyes.
That was all.
“Demon King?”
Gabriella’s voice trembled slightly.
“Mmm?”
“…You…”
Gabriella wanted to say something, but found she couldn’t bring herself to ask!!
No, this idiot—does she really have no intention of taking me?
The more she thought about it, the hotter Gabriella’s face became.
For a moment, she buried her head into the Demon King’s chest; the mind that had stayed calm all afternoon was no longer calm.
So she began using the horns on her head to poke the idiot Demon King’s shoulder!
“Wife, what’s wrong?”
Isabella looked at her with concern, placing a hand on her forehead.
Gabriella let out a long sigh and raised her head.
At this moment, her face was like a red-hot branding iron:
“Don’t you… want me to bear your child?”
Gabriella really couldn’t hold it in anymore. What on earth was the Demon King thinking?
So she pointed it out directly.
She even had the day off today—wasn’t this the perfect time to do something naughty?
“Because Gabriella doesn’t seem ready yet…”
Ready?
“Yes, because just this morning you were still angry with me about it.”
Gabriella didn’t know what sound to make for a moment.
So the reason she took me out today and did nothing was because she thought I wasn’t ready?
What exactly has this idiot misunderstood!
Isabella said ashamedly, “Back then, I didn’t realize your feelings for me. I’m… I’m sorry.”
“You’re the Demon King—why can’t you be more direct?”
“I’ve always respected you very much.”
Isabella’s face showed a hint of grievance, as if all her feelings over this time had been overlooked.
“I know. Of course I know the Demon King has always liked me a lot…”
But the more she said it, the more she felt that her hesitation toward these feelings was terribly unfair to the Demon King.
Gabriella didn’t want to be a scumbag; she hated people who toyed with emotions the most.
She had to take responsibility for her own actions.
The Demon King only occasionally pushed her luck.
In most cases, she was extremely conservative, not even daring to pursue the topic of children further.
Just as her mind was full of the Demon King, Isabella gently stroked her cheek.
“Does my wife want a child?”
“Guh.”
“Actually, it’s fine if I’m the one who gets pregnant~”
It seemed she offered this alternative to avoid upsetting Gabriella.
But Gabriella quickly refuted it: “If the Demon King gets pregnant, who will rule the demons? Isabella really is an idiot.”
“So that means Gabriella wants to bear a child for me?”
“I… I didn’t say that!” Gabriella’s voice grew smaller and smaller.
“Wife, before… I was always afraid you’d recover your memories, afraid that once you knew how terribly I’d treated you, you’d leave me… Thank you, Gabriella. Thank you for accepting me.”
As she said this, Isabella’s eyes began to glisten with tears.
“Sorry, saying this might affect the mood.”
“It’s okay, Demon King.”
Gabriella comforted her.
She always felt the Demon King was a sensitive idiot—no wonder she easily dwelled on the past. Now it seemed true.
“Falling in love with me is your own fault, idiot.”
Isabella nodded, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and in their place appeared a relieved smile.
She took Gabriella’s hand and placed it on her own chest, saying words that seemed to have long been in her heart.
“Ever since returning from the Black Stone Mountains, I… I’ve wanted to have a child with you.”
Isabella’s face flushed.
Feeling it was a bit strange, she continued explaining:
“Actually, that’s just how it is between demons. Once we confirm that we truly love each other, that kind of thought naturally arises.”
“Idiot.”
Gabriella tilted her head:
“After saying so much, you still just want to have your way with me?”
“As I said, wife, it’s not that straightforward…”
“So do you want to or not?”
Gabriella grabbed her tail and applied a little force.
“I want to.”