The qipao hadn’t been torn, but it had become utterly disheveled from their increasingly intense movements. Of course, Avira hadn’t noticed how exposed she was at the time—after all, it was Ophitia who helped her tidy up in the end, and she fell asleep before she could wash off the scent clinging to her body.
It was only when Avira woke up the next day that she finally took a bath. Ophitia had already taken the qipao to be washed.
It felt similar to before… Her belly felt warm inside, as if something had entered her body and settled there, radiating heat. Her stomach was slightly swollen, and she could feel Ophitia’s thing inside it.
However, Avira, who had been giving birth just a few days earlier, could somewhat accept this change.
After her bath, she had planned to use the time to work, but she suddenly remembered there was something she absolutely had to do—like how she had to bathe every evening. Following this strange sensation, Avira returned to the bedroom and saw the egg on the bed.
The Dragon Egg lay quietly in the covers, seemingly placed there deliberately by Ophitia. Of course, Ophitia was probably talking with the envoy from Pomistan right now.
Without thinking, Avira found herself lying on top of the Dragon Egg.
“Damn it…”
She wanted to get off the Dragon Egg, but the moment she lay beside it, she suddenly felt that the egg was depending on her. If she left now, it would definitely make the Dragon Egg anxious—and she actually thought that way.
This sensation wasn’t an illusion because the Dragon Egg was a life itself. Lena was quietly growing and developing inside it, and compared to a normal infant, this Dragon Egg carried an extra layer of mystery.
Avira began to imagine what was inside this Dragon Egg. When Lena hatched, would it be a dragon or a little bird with black wings?
In any case, she was very curious.
Once that thought took hold, time flew by until noon. Avira nearly fell asleep hugging the Dragon Egg. When she snapped out of it, her whole body felt warm, but she wasn’t sweating.
“Honey, I’m back!”
Ophitia returned with a beaming smile, reminding Avira of herself coming home from school in the old days.
She pushed in a dining cart. Avira got up and saw that she had even prepared lunch.
Of course, there was a high chance that Oleniya had personally cooked it. That woman usually had nothing to do except discuss social matters with Berika and handle letters from the Giant Clan chief and the Insect Clan.
But when Avira looked closely, she realized it wasn’t Oleniya’s cooking at all—it looked like something Ophitia had made.
Because this girl always liked to cook the things she enjoyed eating. Every time she cooked, it was this same set of seven fixed dishes.
She must have spent quite a bit of time on it.
Only then did Avira think to get out of bed, saying, “You could have just left this to Oleniya. I don’t dislike food made by the Demon King, but don’t you have a lot of work to do?”
She sat down at the table and rubbed her eyes. Ophitia laughed, “Avira, are you remembering wrong? How could Oleniya possibly cook?”
“Hm? Your sister is already busy?”
“…”
After saying that, both of them fell silent.
Ophitia smiled awkwardly. “Avira, Oleniya is in your belly~”
“Hm…”
“Hm?”
Avira felt like she’d misheard something. After her brain processed the information, she suddenly froze.
Her voice trembled. “Oleniya… is in my belly?”
“Mm-hmm, of course it all went into your belly at once, so Avira, you have to rest well~”
“Wha…”
Ophitia thought Avira had understood.
But Avira’s shock came from her disbelief that both Lace and Oleniya had entered her belly—after all, they had agreed on it between them!
And Avira finally realized that this news hit her like a bolt from the blue—Oleniya was really in her belly too?!
She suddenly recalled Oleniya’s appearance from yesterday, that ashamed and apologetic look.
She suddenly remembered the first time Ophitia learned that her sister had caused her trouble, saying her sister still had to rely on her…
She also remembered Molly about to replace Oleniya as the new Head Maid.
And…
Ophitia had a way to let her sister be reborn!
So the method was to regain life once more in my belly!!
Avira had thought her relationship with Oleniya was gradually easing from stiffness into a normal superior-subordinate one. But now, Ophitia was telling her she was about to get a new baby, and the baby’s name was exactly the same as Oleniya’s.
She wanted to blame Ophitia, but she hadn’t done anything wrong.
What about Oleniya?
She was still in her own belly!
Then… should she abort the child…
But Lena was innocent, and Oleniya hadn’t sinned that badly.
At that thought, a tear of humiliation slid from the corner of Avira’s right eye.
“I’m sorry, I should have explained clearly beforehand and confirmed with you first.”
“I’m fine.”
“Saying you’re fine on the outside means you’re the most upset, right? Two kids in one Dragon Egg—they’ll definitely be very happy.” As Ophitia spoke, she cheered up again, seemingly imagining many joyful scenes.
Avira remembered what happened last night.
Ophitia had said that someone once made a promise with her, and Ophitia had seemed to care deeply about it.
“Wahhh, can Avira forgive me? It really was an accident!”
“I understand too. Oleniya relying on your magic to hold on must be tiring, and it’s about time for Lace to become a real child.”
Avira gently stood up and tugged Ophitia’s ear.
“Ow!”
“So, have you recovered your memories? Who exactly is that girl you mentioned?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“…”
“I really don’t know. It seems I haven’t recovered enough power yet. So actually, I was planning to go to the Holy Church in a while to look for that person—maybe I can find some answers…”
“Ha?”
Avira’s hands began pinching Ophitia’s cheeks. “You mean you’re going to such a dangerous place just to find some vague woman?”
“Ow…”
Though Ophitia looked like it hurt, she was faking it. Avira didn’t continue pinching.
The Demon King’s strength had indeed grown stronger; it was easy to tell from the aura she emitted.
Avira ate her meal while thinking. Ophitia didn’t dare speak, afraid of angering Avira, and quietly waited for her wife’s response.
About ten minutes later, Avira wiped her mouth and looked at Ophitia with eyes that were one-third reproachful and seven-thirds worried.
“I really can’t do anything about you. I’ll go with you!”
