"You seem to be in a good mood?"
Hearing the gentle question, Orsaga turned around and looked toward the approaching figure in the distance.
A smile appeared on his calm face. "I made some fairly good gains."
That figure was none other than Golanel.
His wife.
After reaching out and wrapping an arm around her waist, Orsaga gently placed his palm over her lower belly.
There, he could feel a life being nurtured.
His descendant—his and Golanel's descendant—was continuously growing within...
Like a seed undergoing transformation.
Though it was still young.
As a direct bloodline descendant of a Demon Lord.
That tiny life's vital signs were still as majestic as a scorching sun!
Even that immature little heart seemed like a black-hole engine, with immense power coursing through it.
And in order to provide it with nourishment.
Golanel, as the mother and a Great Demon, naturally spared no expense whatsoever.
Practically every second, energy equivalent to the total energy released by several stars over their entire lifetimes was poured into it.
Moreover, both the quantity and quality of that "nourishment" were rising exponentially as the embryo developed.
The only reason it was being given so little nourishment right now.
Was simply because it was still too young to consume much.
Once it matured a little further.
All kinds of offerings and supplements would be waiting for the cub...
Feeling Orsaga's touch at that moment.
Golanel smiled softly as well.
"Fairly good gains?"
"That really is a rare evaluation..."
As an Abyss Demon.
Although Orsaga had always been capable of producing descendants.
Because of certain concerns and thoughts, he had never done so.
For example: the madness inherent to his race meant that his descendants would most likely have something wrong with their minds—or rather, their temperaments. On top of that,