“I feel weak. I think I need to step out for a bit,” Perserque suddenly murmured, running off.0

Davey, Illyna, and Aeria all instinctively turned their gazes toward Goddess Freyja.0

Given her track record, it was only natural for Goddess Freyja to be the first one they suspected. After all, she knew the ropes.0

Ignoring whether they suspected her or not, she simply waved tiny baby mittens she pulled out from who-knows-where right in front of Davey.0

[Something to celebrate]0

“Something to celebrate? Does that situation look normal to you?”0

[Why do you think it wouldn’t be?]0

Davey blinked blankly at the words she’d typed out on the tablet.0

[Not a horne.]0

“Even if she’s a demon, this phenomenon doesn’t make any sense, right?”0

She simply shook the baby puppet again with a blank expression.0

[Girl? Boy?]0

“Don’t get yourself into anything you shouldn’t. I’m seriously warning you, don't.”0

[I can change it.]0

“I know you could, but that’s not what I want.”0

Hearing his stern warning, she softly clicked her tongue and looked away.0

Demons were known to have faster fetal growth rates compared to humans, but even so that was far too fast.0

After postponing the meeting for a bit, Davey followed after Perserque and found her sitting alone in her bedroom, clutching her chest with one hand as she tried to calm herself down.0

“Per.”0

“Davey!” Her fragile composure completely crumbled the moment he called out to her. Her face was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, surprise, and joy, like someone who had just won the lottery.0

“Let me check what's going on. Give me your hand.” When Davey reached out his hand, she hesitantly extended hers, only to quickly pull it back, much to his confusion. “Why?”0

“What if...” she murmured with a worried expression, “What if it’s not happening? How am I supposed to react then?”1

“What are you so worried about?” Feeling her pulse with her hand in his, Davey closed his eyes and chuckled, “What, you think if...0