The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)-Chapter 641: It’s okay to believe that everything will be okay

After the luncheon, we played with the rainbow bunnies for a bit before finally having a tower tour for Shwa. But then, when we entered the elevator, he fell asleep.

Pfft--this was why making plans with a baby was a fickle thing.

And so, we ended up in our old bedroom, which was still in a pristine condition. I had no idea how those golems did it--magic? If it wasn’t for the trace of Natha’s and my manaprints all over the room, I would think this place was a model room for an exhibition or something.

Which...actually quite sad. We should return life to this quarter. Maybe staying here at least once a month?

"Papa, Jade will go to seniors!"

"Oh, right. Off you go--give them my regards," I ruffled the green hair and with a poof, Jade returned to the original elemental bird form--the juvenile form one, not the little bird.

I watched the rainbow tails swaying toward the rooftop, and spent a while looking at the colorful forest and clouds until I felt a pair of cold arms around my waist.

"What about Shwa?"

"Sleeping soundly on our first bed," he said mischievously. "Should we start preparing his room here? There are still a lot of empty rooms around the brat’s."

"Your son can’t even sit down yet, my Lord."

"They say it’s better to prepare early for the future."

I felt him shrugging behind me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was always nice talking about the future like everything would transpire smoothly; like everything would be fine. Everything would be fine.

"I’ll find it soon...right?" I muttered quietly, sinking into his embrace. freёnovelkiss.com

I didn’t want to be pessimistic, and I tried to not think about the worst-case scenario too much, because I used to do that in the past as a justification for giving up. Well...not giving up per se, but just...accepting things too passively.

I didn’t want to be like that again.

I wanted to be greedy. I am greedy. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to get things without making an active move--and not just an active move, but working hard. And I would keep working hard, of course, just...

I knew too much about how things could unravel in the last step. You know...like how Ceci died during her long-awaited heart transplant surgery, or how I was nearly dead during Shwa’s birth...

And so, after the euphoria of finding the sixth relic waned, I couldn’t help but think that something could go wrong. I wouldn’t show it in front of anyone, but...Natha wasn’t anyone.

"You will," his low, soothing voice was just what I needed. "It might not sound very credible coming from me--considering what I had done--but...I’m sure it will be okay."

Slowly, gently, he turned me around and caressed my cheeks. In front of him, I didn’t have to put on a brave front. In front of him, I could show all my worries. And there were a lot of them.

"And I’m not saying this because I thought you’d successfully collect the relic too."

"What?"

At my widened, startled eyes, he smiled so gently that I couldn’t help but be stunned. "I just want to say that even if this method ended up in failure, there are still other methods we prepared, and there are a lot of people who support us, so..." he stroked my cheeks and touched my forehead with his, "...even if you don’t find the Goddess on time, it will be okay."

I pressed my trembling lips and, even though I knew it was ridiculous, I asked him anyway. "You promise?"

"I promise."

The short vow was sealed with a firm kiss that drove away the swirling anxiety inside me. Yeah...looking back, things hadn’t been exactly smooth sailing for us too. But in the end, we were here feeling happy--shouldn’t it be enough to be considered okay?

I sighed into his kiss and hugged him tight, enveloping myself in the energizing cold. I couldn’t see it while I was away, but I knew Natha and the others also did what they could to make sure we could keep Shwa with us.

"And who knows, sweetheart..." he whispered after our lips parted. "Our efforts might change the Lord’s heart."

Would it really? I looked at him and he chuckled--perhaps because he could see the skepticism all over my face.

"Yeah, it’s just my wishful thinking," he admitted. "But don’t worry--I won’t be swayed again."

The firmness in his eyes made me remember what he had been doing while I was looking for the relic. "How...how are your keys gathering going?"

"Ah, about that..."

He held my hand and pulled me inside while telling me about his negotiation. Since he had no intention of becoming the King, he would only ’borrow’ the keys. It seemed like there was a different kind of process for that, which I couldn’t understand well--something about a contract and whatnot.

It was rather funny how he slightly whined about it, saying that it would be easier if he just snatched those keys. Borrowing, which resulted in a contract, meant there had to be negotiation involved. There would be demands and compensations--or something like that.

"It’s easier to kill people than to coax them..." Natha grumbled.

What a dangerous thing to say before we entered the room where our son was asleep.

"How many do you have now?" I asked.

"I’m still negotiating terms with Pride, and I wouldn’t been able to meet the Lord of Sloth."

"Why?"

"...hibernation."

Pfft. I’m sorry. This should be my problem too, but...it was kind of funny. "But you can meet them next month?"

"Well...if they are still asleep next month, we still have the month after that--cutting it close, but they will definitely wake up when the weather is warm."

I could hear the annoyance in Natha’s voice, but what could he do? The Lord of Sloth was a sacred guardian like D’Ara.

"So...you get the others already?"

"Yes," Natha nodded. "Well...almost. Wrath wants to hold onto the key until the war is truly over."

"Ugh--it’s not over yet?!"

I rolled my eyes as I opened the balcony door. Sighing, I climbed to the bed and picked my baby off the bassinet so I could hug him tightly. Natha patted my head softly and pulled both of us into his arms, and in a few seconds, I could breathe calmly again.

"For some reason, they became aggressive again even though they had lost before," Natha said. "Happened around last week."

I flinched at the timing and looked up. "Uhh...could it be...do you think it had something to do with Heraz stealing the relic?"

Perhaps--it came to me just then, but perhaps, since the robbery happened after the Hero left the place, they couldn’t put their suspicion on us. After all, they were also sending people to track us. In other words, our alibi was solid.

But then, they must have been wondering who would do such a brazen thing as robbing a count’s estate. They might be suspicious of the Templars at first, but robbery and murder weren’t very priest-like. Perhaps, in their confusion, they thought that the demons might be behind that somehow.

Maybe they truly believed that, or maybe someone used that as a justification to have more funds and support in the warzone. Even if they thought the idea of a demon infiltrating that far to be ludicrous, they would use anything to fan hatred toward the demons.

Well...even if they used that as a justification, I couldn’t say anything since it was true. Oops.

"Perhaps," Natha replied while stroking my head. "Whatever the reason is, wouldn’t it distract the church’s attention?"

"Oh! You’re right!" I nodded. "We can check the ruins easier without their force hounding the sites."

People wouldn’t really watch old ruins closely, but they still had a way to check on the stuff coming out of the ruins. While I wouldn’t have to be in stealth anymore, disguise was still a must. But those kinds of things were truly exhausting and I’d rather spend the energy and mana on the search than on the sneaking around part.

Also, if the church focused on the war, the Templars would be able to watch over them without getting caught...hopefully.

"You said you’d probably attack the church in the end, didn’t you?" Natha asked.

"Yeah, I think so..." I leaned back against his chest. "Why?"

"The moment you attack them, the power in Lenaar would probably weaken even more..."

"And Wrath can beat them again!" I gasped.

Oh! Oh! I had thought that what I did over there existed in a separate plane from what happened over here, but...I guess, in the end, we were all living in the same world, and even little things could make a connection somehow. Like a butterfly effect.

That thinking, for some reason, made me truly believe that yes; we would be okay in the end.