Olivia’s delicate body trembled; she didn’t expect that this evil god from the bottom of the abyss could one day call her “Mom.”
There was always a feeling that her precious daughter had married a good wife.
But Olivia immediately calmed down; the evil god had once brought fear to the world, a strong obsession representing the sum of the entire abyss. She had never grown into a complete form, but in her weakened period, she could fight and easily crush the strongest humans at the time.
Her strength and caliber could only be matched by the goddess, that is, her precious daughter.
“I understand.”
The two came to the top-floor tea room; it was a bit narrower but also more spacious.
The outside corridor led straight to the balcony, and besides Gabriella and Isabella, no one would set foot here.
Olivia skillfully handed the Demon King a cup of coffee, suddenly remembering that her daughter had told her the Demon King liked sweets, so she added two sugar cubes.
“Thank you, Mom.”
Olivia closed her eyes, trying to hide her already flushed face.
She noticed that Isabella now had only one eye with the evil god’s cross pupil, flickering, seeming to represent that she hadn’t fully recovered her former terrifying strength.
“How is my daughter’s condition?”
“Wife…”
Isabella’s gaze dimmed.
“She will now enter a three-month [Magic Supply Period], then her belly will start to grow, and nine months later, exactly at one year, she will give birth to the offspring.”
“Exactly one year?”
“Yes.”
Olivia was shocked, because it seemed that races born with magic almost all followed this birthing process.
Even demons were no exception.
Olivia had already prepared for many things, like the evil Isabella using her daughter to threaten her, even if it was just pretend, to make her suffer, either offer power or fall together with Elsa and the others.
But Isabella just gently sipped the coffee:
“I want to ask you for a favor, regarding my daughter, Miss Olivia.”
“Please speak.”
“During this time, Gabriella will have trouble getting out of bed…”
“If it’s to have me replace Gabriella, I can accept unconditionally; I know my daughter likes you…”
And please take good care of my daughter, because that’s your responsibility, no matter what happened before.
Olivia hadn’t finished speaking when Isabella blushed.
“I, actually, woo, know.”
“So is there something else?”
“Yes.”
Isabella’s gaze was serious:
“I want you to teach me how to cook…”
“Cook, cooking?”
At this point, Olivia also hurriedly shed her serious expression mask, widening her beautiful eyes, looking at the cowering, shrinking Demon King, the evil god miss who was testing her.
She thought she had heard wrong.
“Evil god miss, may I ask…?”
“Aren’t you Gabriella’s mother?”
“I am…”
“I saw you, very good at… cooking.”
“Mm, she does like it, but you… never mind, pretend I didn’t ask.”
“Can you?”
Isabella clenched her hands, her tail nervously swaying back and forth, her face full of anticipation.
***
The two exchanged words, then both fell silent, neither speaking.
It seemed neither expected the other to be so agreeable, especially Olivia; she had even thought of negotiating with the Demon King, to have her take care of her daughter and she would have the humans withdraw and no longer threaten the Demon King’s Castle. Now it seemed.
The evil god didn’t seem as bad as imagined; her daughter’s feeling was right.
Olivia prided herself on being a Heavenly Oracle Envoy skilled at reading emotions; she could clearly see that the Demon King had now fallen in love—just like her foolish daughter.
At least, the evil god was like most people she met, not simply [Evil]; she was complex too, always showing likes and dislikes.
She knew to take responsibility for her wife.
Olivia’s neck suddenly felt hot, as if there was a slight reaction the moment she acknowledged the evil god.
For a moment, she even empathized with Gabriella.
The evil god was a good girl.
So serving her wholeheartedly was helping my precious daughter, moreover, they were married.
Olivia stood up, slightly bowed her head to the Demon King, lifting her skirt to reveal more of her thighs wrapped in white stockings, under the sunlight like two plump ice creams, the beautiful patterns and white soft flesh complementing each other, making the curves of her waist and back even more delectable.
“As you command.”
Since she was playing the maid, she might as well act it to the end.
The castle south of the Black Stone Mountains where the humans were was still bustling with voices.
Cooking smoke and lights were separated by the city walls; inside was lively, outside was deathly silent and bone-chilling.
On the dim hills, no human shadows, a few black birds skimmed through the bushes, standing on the highest treetops.
The castle was like an isolated island on a dark ocean; on the city walls, a girl was gazing into that endless darkness, looking unusually.
Above that black curtain-like sky, the star systems were connected by eerie red lines forming a weird pattern, as if a towering giant tree was rising from the ground, stars its roots, the sky the soil nourishing it.
“Evil Tree…”
The crimson long hair like flowing agate, the girl stood on the city wall, tightly gripping the knight captain’s badge in her hand.
She murmured that word.
At that moment, another girl dressed in holy robes walked in front of Philina; she had brown long hair covered with a white veil headdress, a holy scripture tucked at her waist, golden chains locking it to the girl’s waist, as if this book was her inseparable thing and also an important weapon.
“Miss Morphis, what do you want with me?” Philina didn’t turn back.
The chief of the priest corps, [Radiant Saint] Morphis.
The holy priest corps was one of the strongest human armies; unlike the knight order, they were better at group battles, providing combat support and ranged assistance, or healing and aid.
The former Saintess was the leader of this army.
But no matter who she was, Philina remembered that now she had convinced all of the Four Saints.
If Miss Olivia gave the order, she would lead the entire army through the Black Stone Mountains to battle the demon clan army.
This would be a cruel war.
“Her Majesty the Holy Queen is executing a secret action plan; now is not the time for the priest corps to act.”
“Your Excellency Philina?”
“If it’s to rescue Miss Gabriella, I think there is no need to continue waiting.”
“I am waiting for orders at all times.”
“If we continue to wait, we might miss the opportunity to save Miss Gabriella, just like eight years ago.”
Philina nodded, but shook her head again.
How could she not know the dangers surrounding the residential palace, how could she not know Gabriella’s situation?
But she must believe in Olivia; when everything is prepared, it can be done.
“Miss Philina, with your power, we can infiltrate the residential palace and carry out the rescue; the current Demon King is not our opponent.”
Philina’s eyes widened, looking at the girl behind her known as the Shining Saint.
At that moment, the other was looking at her with the same gaze.
“Miss Morphis, may I ask…”
“You are a heavenly oracle envoy?”
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