Semua Bab The Bride of the Would-be Demon King: Bab 81 - Bab 90

After three days of staying awake at night with Gavil and attempting to infuse Pauca magic on the eggs as frequently as possible, Khailis had grown extremely fatigued. If she had known that marrying a magical shape-shifting beast and carrying his offspring could be this tiring, she wouldn’t have blown his marriage flute in the first place. Being around Gavil’s mother and the servants weren’t helpful at all too. They were so worried about the eggs that they wouldn’t pass any opportunity into pressuring them to make love. “How well are you doing at night, young one? I hope you are not neglecting your fatherly duties. You do know the babies need all the magic they can get, right?” Queen Argylla had asked again on the third morning. Of course, Khailis had the same reaction as that on the day when she had first heard her question; she turned so red that all she wanted was to disappear away from sight. How can a mother ask about her son’s nightly affairs like that?

“If you want to, then just go ahead. Perhaps you could get a more favourable result if you talk to him, but don’t expect me to come with you when you see him...” These were the last words that Galahad said before he disappeared again from their sight without any goodbyes or explanations. “That punk, he must still be at feud with him.” Templar said, frowning. “He’s in feud with the head god? Why?” Shia asked. “Well, they had always been in feud, you know... Typical of fathers and sons...” Templar couldn’t bear to upset her sister further by telling her that it had intensified because of Galahad’s insistence to guide her mortal body throughout her thousand and one lifetimes. He didn’t need to do this, however. Shia could read through his body language and nervous laugh. “I see... So, when can we talk to the head god?” “I’ll try to set a meeting by tomorrow. Let’s have this wedding as soon as possible so that brother-in-law could

“What if I curse your children and your descendants afterwards? Would you still continue to mock me like this?” Khailis was taken aback by Goddess Eily’s answer, but her own response had never been clearer. “W-Well... yes!” The goddess eye’s flashed with irritation. “You little -” “Sister Eily, you know Queen Argillya’s half-conscious promise did not hold any weight in them. The courts had also settled this matter already. Why don’t we make this an opportunity to make up with the Paucas, hmm,” Templar said, attempting to humor the irritated Goddess of Childbirth. Indeed, this predicament had always puzzled Templar. How could Eily even think, for a second, that she and Rahul were in a real relationship? What was Eily thinking when she extracted that promise to someone who was nearly dying while in labor? The goddess of childbirth didn’t speak for a long time. Of course she knew that a mother’s promise wasn’t exactly binding. She had always held

If there was one thing Galahad was extremely good at, it was making time passages. He had gained that skill since he was young. After all, he was the direct descendant of a powerful god. It was understandable that he would be a great god someday too... But it was the greatest disappointment of everyone around him that he had chosen to follow a fallen goddess during the past few centuries instead of using his powers to govern wisely from Teotroly. Whatever his co-gods and goddesses in Teotroly think of him though, it doesn’t matter. He knew the secret to everything. He was privy to information that could make everything proceed or crumble down, and right now, he was making use of one such secret for his Freya. “You’ll have to go through a series of realities in order to reach Sirion in his designated prison,” Galahad told Freya the day before her wedding. “How many realities do I need to go through?” “I’m not entirely sure...” Galahad k

“Who do you think I am?” Shia thought long and hard. She stared at the man’s pale face and his even paler hair that reminded her of corn husks; well, silver corn husks, that is. It didn’t seem to suit his muscular frame that towered over her. The most beautiful things about him were his eyes. His dark violet eyes were shining towards Shia like a pair of mysterious jewels. They looked misty though, as if he was on the brink of tears or suppressed elation. This man didn’t seem like the Sirion she had known, but somehow, he felt extremely familiar. It seemed to take her an eternity before she could finally answer his question, “I… I don’t know…” He sighed. There was a tinge of disappointment in his eyes, but she had seen it only for a second as his face had changed to a tender but more worried look. “That’s alright. Your memories do not seem to be back yet, but your power has been overflowing, which makes this journey of yours more dangerous. You