Crow and the Alpaca's Married Life (Part 1) (Continued)

A Shadow Moon priest sitting nearby, sipping tea, casually remarked, "If you wish, you can change your surname to Shadow Moon."

Ciprins calmly and habitually replied, "No, thank you, but thank you."

As he spoke, I saw him place a pair of glistening, pickled lungs into the open ribcage of the banshee lady. The banshee lady, who was browsing discounted items in the online store, glanced down at her lungs and then pleaded with Ciprins, "Master~~~ You promised to dye them pink last time!"

Ciprins replied seriously, "Pink entrails would diminish your terrifying status as an undead, and it would easily mislead new apprentices. Apprentices who aren't well-versed in the human body and the undead might think that dead people's lungs are pink, which would be terrible, because only certain causes of death can cause lungs to be pink, and those are extremely rare cases." He paused, then added, "Furthermore, your abnormal aesthetic sense will corrupt young apprentices."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, because I thought a dead person with pink lungs would be far more terrifying, and seriously, Ciprins, your new apprentice won't be "corrupted," because...

I glanced at the little elf Ruiduo, who was obediently reciting her lessons in the corner, and thought, "Never mind, I'd better not say anything."

But honestly, Ciprins, why do the priests of Shadow Moon keep running into your tower every few days, crying and begging to reserve your elf as the next High Priest of the Moon? Don't you really have any idea what's going on?

--No wonder Reynold could scumbag you for over five years, your emotional intelligence is really...

Cough cough...

As far as I know, in recent years, Ciprins has acquired a whole host of new titles, each one incredibly famous. People no longer call him by his original name, "Flame of Fury." Now, they generally call him... well, "Death Invigilator," "The Minister of Education of Fury," "The Master of Failed Courses," and "The Graduate Killer."

Uh... to be honest, several upperclassmen in the Druid Leinayaro Academy are practically turning into Mourner... This is truly the first time I've seen Druids forced into this Mourner by the Minister of Education's reforms. Luckily, I'm studying magic within a cult and haven't experienced the terrifying educational reforms at Ciprins. However, I heard that the cult's elders visited the academy and found that the reformed magical education is indeed of a high standard, and they plan to promote it within the cult as well...

I really feel sorry for my junior classmates! They were so scared that I quickly rubbed my Reynold a couple of times to relieve the stress.

In comparison, Mephistopheles has become incredibly popular in recent years. He led his research institute to improve a new type of magical airship, which can fly from the southern part of the Federation to the northernmost outpost in just three hours—it's terrifyingly fast. I heard that one of my druid senior brothers, renowned for his high-speed flight, rode one once and was so terrified he screamed for three days straight. Since then, he trembles at the mere mention of airships... Although, to me, the ordinary people coming and going at the airship station all seem cheerful and beaming...

But after seeing my senior's reaction, I'm still quite worried, so I don't plan to let Reynold ride that thing.

Therefore, Reynold roared at me, "So you expect me to run all the way to Silverheart Fortress to give a speech?"

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, I can turn into a giant eagle and carry you there." I stroked his hair.

Well, if you ask me, you shouldn't be running around the world giving speeches while pregnant!

But Reynold said to himself, "If you carry me there, what will the Five-Star Old Man think of me?"

Hmm... Reynold, how come you've also learned to call him "Five-Star Old Man"? You need to know, you're not political enemies anymore, you two are partners now, Five-Star... oops, Doug became Prime Minister entirely by being cute. Luckily, the ministers and speaker he elected were all very reliable, otherwise, with his stupidity of spouting nonsense every other day... well, every time Doug says something nonsensical in a public speech, Ciprins turns him into a slime in front of everyone. Thanks to Ciprins, Doug was re-elected. Netizens generally say that the slime prime minister is particularly approachable, and everyone loves him.

However, Reynold and Doug's habit of bickering had become ingrained. When Reynold was only a month pregnant, Doug personally brought a cake to his office to celebrate, but because of his sharp tongue, Reynold got so angry that he smeared the cake on Doug's face... Of course, I also admit that Reynold was particularly prone to excitement when he was pregnant.

I helplessly touched his belly. Reynold sat angrily on the sofa, slapped my hand away, and threw his speech out. His pregnancy had clearly made him irritable—luckily, I was very farsighted and didn't carry the pregnancy myself, otherwise, a druid Mourner with a temper tantrum... I was afraid I would evolve into a berserk Archdruid and blow up the capital... At most, Reynold's temper would only scare a few secretaries to tears, and now everyone knows Reynold is pregnant, so they'll all give in to him. The secretaries haven't cried for a while either, so it won't cause any trouble at all.

"Don't be angry, it's bad for the child," I said.

"Child! All you ever do is hurt the child!" Unexpectedly, Reynold screamed, completely enraged. He grabbed my sleeve, his face flushed with anger, and shouted at me, "You... you only love the child! You don't care about me at all anymore!"

Why?

This is absolutely slander!

Even if you're pregnant, you can't slander me like this!

Before I could say anything, Reynold turned his head away, his neck stiff, and his voice trembling. He continued his "accusation": "For the past two months, you've sat far away from me, and at night you only touch my belly when you sleep. I think all you care about is my belly! If that's the case, why don't you just pay someone to have your baby..."

So, even men can experience mental confusion during pregnancy due to hormonal imbalances? This is a new finding, and I'll write it down and send it to Ciprins later.

Ciprins quickly replied, "Oh, maybe it's because you've been worried about his health these past few months, so you haven't slept with him... Wait, Moli, didn't I tell you not to use such vulgar words like 'sleep' so casually?"

I facepalmed. Ciprins was indeed mindlessly repeating Moli's answer. So, was I out of my mind too? I should have known that I couldn't ask Ciprins about these kinds of emotional problems. He only relied on the reliable Moli to back him up. If Moli hadn't secretly given Reynold the truth potion back then, Ciprins would never have discovered Reynold's scheming nature!

So I asked Moli directly, "What can we do to make him feel better?"

Moli and Anna huddled together, whispering amongst themselves. They told me, "Because pregnancy puts a heavy physical strain on him, plus Speaker Reynold's busy schedule and immense work pressure—oh right, isn't the Magic Summit coming up again? So his emotions are bound to be quite agitated and irritable lately, and unusually willful... These are all normal reactions, so don't upset him; and since you're a druid, you should be very sensitive to life force, so don't worry about hurting him, just be careful when you're with him. Yes, it's because you haven't been doing anything with him lately that he thinks you don't love him!"

"Moli, Anna! Watch your words!" I heard Mephistopheles and Ciprins shouting angrily in the distance.

But I've gotten the answer I wanted. It turns out it's because I haven't slept with him lately... Hmm... If it's the frequency we had before he got pregnant, then I really have been too cold to him...

So, are all monks this sensitive? I'm just worried that he might not be able to handle being sexually assaulted while heavily pregnant...

Since that's the case, then don't blame me; you brought this on yourself.

Counting the days, Reynold is about five months along, so things should be stable. About five months ago, I discovered a new life stirring inside my uterus. I was prepared for Reynold to carry the pregnancy for me, and Reynold had no objections. So, together with Mephistopheles and Ciprins, based on the research results of the past few years, I transferred the baby, along with my uterus, into Reynold's body. The process went very smoothly. However, for the first few months, I was worried that the transplanted organs and the rapidly growing baby would weaken Reynold's body, so I endured it...