There was a saying in Italy: The world was too dangerous; a child needed two fathers.
Therefore, when a child reached a certain age, the father would ask a respected, authoritative local figure or friend to become the child's godfather.
A godfather was generally a spiritual guide. If chosen well, he could provide the child with considerable help throughout life's journey.
As an Italian, she could not escape following this tradition.
However, Claudia had not expected that a passing interest would lead her to suddenly ask a demon for his opinion.
Samael looked across at her with interest. After Claudia came to her senses, a trace of regret and unease appeared in her eyes, but she soon pursed her lips lightly and returned to her usual composure.
"I'm a demon. Aren't you afraid...?"
The Ancient Serpent gave her a teasing reminder, drawing out his tone. His vertical, serpentine pupils—symbols of evil—slowly opened and closed.
"If even Kallen isn't afraid, what do I have to fear?"
Claudia glanced at the cold-breathed serpent demon before her, then lowered her head to look at her daughter fussing in his arms. She smiled gently, her gaze clear and bright.
"Besides, as you said, if you truly wished to do something, Kirei and I would have no ability to stop you. Kallen only survived because of you. Since that is the case, why should I make these futile struggles?"
For some reason, the demon before her was not only completely different from the records in the books, but also gave her an inexplicable sense of reliability.
Somehow, Claudia felt strangely certain—this Demon King would not hurt Kallen.
A woman's sixth sense? How wonderful...
Realizing that Claudia had seen through his disguise, Samael could not help clicking his tongue in admiration.
"Madam, I'm surprised. You're sharper