Bishop Glen spoke at length, his words fully expressing his stance.
‘No way!’
‘That child is the Hero’s and the Saintess’s!’
‘Even if it was forcibly conceived through the conceptual power of the god Life, it’s still a naturally born being bearing the bloodline of two heaven-granted Classes!’
‘As long as it grows up, it will surely become top-tier combat power on the continent.’
‘More importantly, once the Hero gives birth to this child, it will completely tie her to the Holy Order’s war chariot.’
‘As long as we can eliminate the hidden dangers from Divine Power, it’s all benefit and no harm.’
‘Just like the curse currently on the Hero.’
‘The reason we didn’t immediately send the Hero to His Holiness the Pope to remove the curse is precisely because we found no side effects, and wanted to use this chance to let the Hero and the Saintess deepen their relationship.’
‘Now it seems this curse has indeed fulfilled its mission perfectly.’
‘If I were to really abort this child, once news reaches His Holiness the Pope, I’m sure he’d blow me to smithereens—even my own master wouldn’t be able to protect me.’
‘I was so hot-headed to agree to help try earlier. Looking back now, I was such an idiot.’
“Don’t worry, I have another way.”
Just as Anlis was utterly disheartened, Vylian gently patted her shoulder, her voice unnaturally tender.
Anlis turned to look at her, her expression complicated.
She really couldn’t fathom what this woman was plotting.
“A way? Saintess? You have a way to bypass the curse and nullify Divine Power?”
Glen was astonished. ‘How could the Saintess have a way? And even if she did, she shouldn’t be offering it proactively.’
“Of course, I just need to use my Magic Power to extract this seed. Isn’t that simple?”
“What? Extract it! That’s easier said than done! This is no simple task.”
Glen panicked, frantically signaling Vylian with his eyes.
“In any case, I do have a way.”
Vylian waved her hand, signaling Glen to stop pressing.
Seeing her serious expression, she seemed to indeed have a way… Glen panicked.
“No! Stop! Saintess! You can’t do this! That is your own flesh and blood!”
His anguished look was as if he had lost his own child.
“Alright, Bishop Glen, you don’t need to persuade me anymore. This is, after all, another god’s conspiracy. Besides, bearing and raising children is a major life event. Not everyone is prepared for it. Resisting is perfectly normal, especially under these circumstances.”
“Anlis, as the person involved, is unwilling. How can you force her? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re scheming. Sometimes you can’t just say anything for the sake of profit.”
Lectured by Vylian with “righteous indignation,” Glen’s face flushed red. Glen panicked.
“Then, then…”
Glen tried to formulate words but still couldn’t speak. “Sigh, fine, I respect the Hero’s wishes. I went too far. Sorry, Hero.”
Anlis quietly watched Vylian without voicing an opinion.
“Anlis, are you sure? If I do it, it might hurt a bit, and your foundation might be damaged in the process.”
Well, she understood now. There was nothing particularly complicated about it.
Vylian’s goal from start to finish was simple and singular.
It was to weaken herself.
With the Hero’s foundation damaged, her future strength would naturally be greatly diminished.
As for the child or not, Vylian didn’t care at all.
Even if she did care, it would only be about using it to restrain and weaken herself.
Thinking this way, Anlis felt a surge of inexplicable anger. She didn’t know why she was angry, but she was angry nonetheless.
Taking a deep breath, she knew she couldn’t refuse.
If she refused, she would have to give birth to the child herself.
It was an unsolvable dilemma.
“Sigh, go ahead.”
“Then find me a room.”
Glen didn’t dare to neglect. He prepared a room with excellent soundproofing for the two and even specially cast a soundproof Magic.
“Relax.”
Vylian’s voice sounded in her ear. Her fingers slid gently across Anlis’s abdomen, then plunged in without hesitation.
The movement was fast. No blood, no wound.
It was as if she had forcibly breached her body’s defenses through some kind of spatial Magic.
All that was left for Anlis was a bone-deep, searing pain.
“Ah!”
She screamed in agony, her body convulsing. She collapsed onto Vylian’s petite frame, even unable to resist biting down hard on Vylian’s shoulder.
But for Vylian, such biting was completely insignificant.
“The surgery was a success.”
Vylian withdrew her hand, and in her palm was a tiny seed.
Then, without a sound, she sent it into the Abyss.
Anlis couldn’t hear what Vylian was saying. The pain had numbed her mind, causing her to fall unconscious in Vylian’s arms.
Vylian took the opportunity to check her body and confirmed there was no major problem before relaxing.
The only issue was that her foundation had indeed been damaged by the forced removal of Divine Power, which would greatly lower her future growth ceiling.
She also left a trace of an extremely faint Power of Corruption within Anlis’s body, as a backup for the future.
“What incredible luck, you foolish Hero, that you allowed me to succeed so smoothly.”
A triumphant smile curled at the corner of Vylian’s lips. “I intend to destroy your ceiling bit by bit. In the future, you will absolutely never be able to defeat me.”
She could already see the scene of the future Hero, stuck at a level cap, unable to challenge the Demon King, ultimately having to depend on her and living a mediocre life.
“Man, I’m so pumped.”
Just as Vylian was laughing, she seemed to have forgotten one thing.
Anlis’s training had never relied on foundation-based, step-by-step cultivation…
At this moment, in the Abyss, within the Demon King Castle of Corrosion.
The Demon King was absent, so the Second-in-Command, Mimiluci Ancari, was temporarily handling all affairs.
She sat in the Acting Demon King’s chair, looking at the seed that had been teleported by His Majesty the Demon King and had already begun to develop. The expression on her face was nothing short of colorful.
“His Majesty the Demon King… actually… has a child?! It’s only been a few days since he left! Was he that easily seduced?”
“That such an adorable Demon King was beaten to the punch by someone else—I won’t accept it!”
As the First General under His Majesty, she had never received the Demon King’s personal favor. How could this be! How could there be a sneaky cat daring to lay hands on His Majesty!
If she found out who knocked up His Majesty, when she caught them, she would train that person into a succubus that only knows how to beg with “Oh ho ho ho”! Ahhh! So mad, so mad!
If she could see the Demon King’s shy expression on the bed, even dying would be worth the price.
But such a scene was completely seen by someone else.
Jealousy—she was already jealous to the point of madness. Sigh.
At least a Princess would be born in the Demon King Castle, which was a rare happy occasion.
She had to prepare the most perfect, highest-spec room for the Princess.
“Sigh, I’m still so mad! Damn sneaky cat! Even if I can’t see His Majesty’s shy expression with my own eyes, at least let me see a recorded image!”
Mimiluci stomped her foot, looking regretful.
“If I could see it, I would do anything!”
Unfortunately, all of this could only be imagined in dreams.