However...
Just because the monastery was beautiful didn't mean everywhere else was beautiful.
Although the aura of light had surged greatly the moment the baby was born, after the baby's birth, some of that aura had still drifted away.
For example, Asgard!
For example... Hell!
"Hahahaha!"
The moment this aura appeared, Mephisto burst into loud laughter. Although he had immediately followed the aura upstream when it first drifted over, trying to find its source, he had discovered nothing at all.
That did nothing to dampen Mephisto's excellent mood.
There was no other reason.
I have a descendant again. And it's the offspring of divine and demonic bloodlines bound together—a genuine second-generation god-demon!
But that still wasn't what made Mephisto happiest.
What delighted Mephisto most was that once this child grew up and the harvest season arrived, he could rely on the child to sit securely upon the World Tree's Netherworld. With the Aesir bloodline of a World Tree Universe life-form flowing through the child's veins, he could even seize the authority over the World Tree's Netherworld.
"Saga?"
"Heh."
"No matter how cunning as a fox you are, I have walked more roads than you have taken breaths. You think I want this child right now? With you raising him for me, at least I won't have to worry about anyone spying on you. Once we've finished this job and my strength has risen, just you wait. Don't worry, I'll leave you with a complete corpse."
The corners of Mephisto's mouth curled upward as he snorted inwardly. Then, at the sound of a delicate cry, he turned to look at the beauty manifested from Hell origin, bound tightly to the bed. In an excellent mood, he pounced on her once again.
Compared with Mephisto's smug satisfaction, Odin's face was so gloomy