In the early days of Imperial Calendar 223, with the army at the city gates, Elena Darian was escorted onto the city wall.
That winter of 219, he had been severely wounded while being hunted by a red dragon and had indeed spent a strange period of time unconscious.
So that child should have been conceived sometime between the winter of 220 and the spring of 221.
Mel had originally harbored doubts about the child's identity, but he felt a powerful pull of bloodline from the child. It was an ability he had gained after acquiring the Demon King's Blood. Even without that ability, he could have determined it through vampire blood magic.
It was not that he did not trust Elena. After all, in the game, she had been an iceberg beauty. Even as a villainess, she had been plenty aloof.
It was now the beginning of Imperial Calendar 223, and his child was nearly three years old. Yet he, the father, had not known, and no one had told him.
"Mel."
"I understand. I have confirmed that the child is mine, but I cannot show weakness. That would let the royal family act without restraint."
Mel would not abandon his woman and child just to seize the imperial capital.
Neither Claire nor Libria had borne him children of their own. It was likely because the concentration of magical factors in their bodies was too high, affecting fertility.
Whether the Elf race or the demon race, these long-lived species seemed to have poor reproductive abilities. Especially among races with powerful magic, their populations were always sparse.
It was simply that he had not yet figured out how to explain this to Claire and Libria. He had thought it was merely a mistake, and that he would probably have little