Chapter 65: Anyway, There Was No Better Choice

Shame.

It was a very strange feeling.

After the regression, Avira had thought she would never blush again in her lifetime.

But now, her head had turned into a “steam engine.”

She just wanted to cry her heart out in Ophitia’s arms right now.

Becoming a familiar meant that her magic power and body were completely dominated by her master—that was all because the Demon King had Mind Pollution. It had to be this idiot Ophitia’s fault!

Avira shook her head, but her voice grew smaller and smaller:

“Deceitful Demon King, why do you insist on keeping me by your side? Even if I die, you want me back. How long are you going to torment me, you idiot…?”

Avira gripped Ophitia’s arm tightly and muttered. She even wanted to bite into that delicate, soft skin to vent her anger.

“It’s fine. I’ll take responsibility for Avira. So, Avira can rest assured staying by my side. Isn’t it pretty good that I tricked you away~?”

“…I’m not some idiot who got tricked away by you!”

She felt the burning heat on her face could only be carried away by the breeze, like a red-hot branding iron gradually cooling. She remembered how the Demon King had sweet-talked her into a daze.

She had even said such shameful words, which made her a bit annoyed.

Of course, I was at fault too.

I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. My master plan almost failed, and building a good relationship with the Demon King was part of the master plan!

“But let me say this first: I’m not forgiving you. I’m just grateful you saved me. Later, once I unravel the prophecy of death, I’ll help you revive your sister, and then I’ll leave you.”

Avira didn’t know if she was just spouting angry words or if she really meant it. In any case, she had to make Ophitia know she wasn’t to be trifled with!

She didn’t like willful girls herself, but somehow, she had become one.

Perhaps this couldn’t even be called willfulness.

It was simply coquetry.

“But Avira has my child in her belly~?”

“That…”

Avira hesitated.

Indeed, the child was something she had to consider.

She had to give birth to a child for the great Demon King.

She might not care about her own life, but now she wasn’t just one life—there was a creature in her belly gradually absorbing nutrients. In about a month, Avira’s body wouldn’t be suitable for combat anymore.

By then, Avira would find a desolate, uninhabited place to lay the egg.

She would leave the child entirely to Ophitia, while she handled the strategizing.

“Then we’ll talk after I lay the egg. By then, I’ll hate you.”

Avira puffed up in anger.

Suddenly, Ophitia shifted into a princess carry.

“Eh?! You…”

“But what about the child?” Ophitia’s expression was serious. In this position, she could see it clearly. She could also smell the pleasant scent on Ophitia.

Avira had originally wanted to say she would definitely leave the child to Ophitia.

But on second thought—let an idiot like Ophitia raise the child?

She even needs my help to bathe!

Letting Ophitia raise the child was even worse than raising it herself.

Ophitia was actually quite talented in strategy, and she could provide considerable help.

“I’ll raise the child,” Avira said huffily.

“Then will Avira still leave me? Since you’re raising the child?”

“Uh…”

Avira hesitated again.

“Then I’ll give birth to the child, raise it, and then leave you… no…?”

It felt like, besides giving birth to Lena, something was still missing.

Avira also had to consider Lace.

Lace was waiting to enter her belly. Avira knew that although she had the appearance of her own daughter, she was now a humanoid evolved from her blood and magic power. If she didn’t enter the belly, not only would she continue to depend on blood, but she would never grow.

As expected, letting Lace into her belly was necessary too. If not, Ophitia would definitely be heartbroken.

But Avira immediately thought of something more pressing—Ophitia couldn’t bathe or cook! She couldn’t get up on time, couldn’t tidy rooms! She probably couldn’t even wear slightly complex dresses.

Most things could be handled by servants, or Avira could delegate them to Lace or Lena—they were Ophitia’s daughters and subordinates, so they naturally had to be filial.

But bathing was complicated.

Thinking of bathing made Avira’s face heat up like a branding iron again.

Was that even bathing?!

The thought of someone else helping Ophitia bathe if she left made Avira’s heart crawl with unease!

To prevent that from happening, Avira came up with a new plan.

Once I lay the Dragon Egg, get pregnant with a new child, raise my daughter, teach the Demon King basics like bathing and cooking during that time, send the daughter to school, then I can naturally leave Ophitia’s side. That way, it’s perfect—everyone gets what they need.

There were quite a few things to worry about.

But for her, Avira, that was no problem!

Suddenly, Ophitia began to slow down. She landed on the bare rock of a certain mountaintop.

Their destination was almost there.

Next, to avoid being easily tracked by enemies, they needed to be more concealed.

Ophitia turned around and smiled at Avira:

“After becoming my familiar, you need to properly replenish my magic power to maintain your strongest state. Now, I’m going to replenish your magic, okay?”

“What? No way!” Avira snapped.

She didn’t want to be messed up by Demon Essence again, and accepting the Demon King’s power might even lead to Mental Pollution!

She quickly realized she was being unreasonable.

The upcoming battle would be their toughest in Tilves.

Although Ophitia, like her, had memories from before the time regression, she didn’t have her previous overwhelming power. The Seal had returned to its initial position and hadn’t become Ophitia’s power.

But becoming a familiar had boosted Ophitia’s strength considerably.

Avira’s small hands fidgeted nervously, and the next second, they were gently cradled by Ophitia:

“My wife, once this is over, I’ll start preparing the wedding~”

“W-Wedding?!” Avira pressed her legs together and shrank back.

She had just remembered—building a good relationship with Ophitia included this!

That meant everyone in the world might know she, the Saintess, was marrying the Demon King.

“Guh…”

Avira clutched her chest. She could feel her whole body pulsing. Ever since the Demon King mentioned replenishing her magic, it had been hard to restrain her desire.

But her shy appearance made Ophitia think she had accepted it, so she stroked her waist—that was Avira’s sensitive spot. Even through the dress, it made her tense and tremble involuntarily. By the time Avira wanted to explain, it was too late.

Ophitia hugged her waist, her other hand exploring her back, gliding over her porcelain-like skin, then sliding to her neck, the nape beneath her soft hair, gently pressing her toward her embrace.

Avira knew she was about to be kissed. Was this part of the magic replenishment plan too? Did they have to replenish magic through kissing?

Woo…

If it’s this idiot who saved me twice…

Then I’ll give it to her.

Anyway, there was no better choice.

“Anyway, you’ll take responsibility for me,” Avira said, tears flowing.

“Mm, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you.”

Avira’s mouth was blocked by something wet.