This wasn't the first "ultrasound" Victor imagined he would have as a future father. Then again, he never expected one in the first place, especially in a ghoul-controlled undead clinic.
"As you can see," Julius explained, casting his divination spell on the white wall opposite the hospital bed. "The living fetus develops at a faster rate than a standard humanoid, possibly due to her evil nature. Since the demon is 'born' ready to fight, we must assume that Little B
a
iña can walk at least as soon as he is born. "
"Will she crawl out?" Isabel asked as she lay on the bed, Victor sitting beside her and holding her hand. "B
a
iño was unbearably impatient and I had to kick him out early. "
"Unlikely, considering your resistance to physical damage."
Victor zoned out a little while Jules went into detail about the demon's form. He was fascinated by the picture of his daughter on the wall; a tiny baby with wings, a tail and sharp nails. Something he should be bothered with, but actually?
In fact, she is the most beautiful thing in the world.
"She has your tail and wings," Isabel said.
"She has all your other things." Victor also noticed. "I thought she was half-human, half-dragon, didn't you?"
"Dragon blood is very strong." Juriris said. "It's bound to manifest itself in some way. In fact, she might even have inherited something."
"After this, my dear, I want to be spoiled rotten," Isabelle said, stroking his cheek with her fingers. "Because I plan to spoil you too."
"I've got the best resort ready," he replied.
Unfortunately, she aimed a little too high. "You lack ambition. Although hellhound fighting is the latest fashion, for the sake of my honor I am willing to accept gladiatorial games."
"What?" Victor panicked. "In the war?"
"My dear, we are talking about your heir and me," she replied haughtily. "Bring those little Talax you raised and let them fight for my amusement."
"I...I'll see what I can do." He said evasively.
"Mr. Victor." Victor's succubus summons entered the room and surrounded a prisoner whom he identified as Sigrun, the leader of Wotan's Valkyries. At least he's now their "exclusive" employer, which means they can work as bodyguards full-time. "We found her sniffing around."
"I'm not here to threaten you," Valkyrie protested. "Lord Wotan wants us to behave."
"Then why are you here?" Victor asked, a little nervous that his unborn child was in the building.
Charisma check succeeds.
"I'm curious," Seagren admits. "We Valkyrie, we never..."
"Battle girl?" Victor narrowed his eyes as she ignored her verdict.
She glared at him and looked away. "I don't understand how a female warrior can accept this insult," she said, looking at Isabel Moore. "How can you fight in this state?"
"With the [Instant Death] spell and brimstone." The Archdemon replied coldly and contemptuously. "I'll let others fight for me anyway."
Valkyrie crossed her arms, unable to think of a good answer.
"Mr. Victor," cried one of his Marylies. "Now that we're all in the same room, maybe we can talk about the honeymoon."
The minister froze. "Honeymoon?"
"Part of the solution is for us to be in the care of an official mistress," the serpentine demon replied. "Because of the strong team spirit in our company, we decided to form a union and share our privileges equally."
"So we wanted a formal romantic honeymoon to celebrate our exclusive partnership," one succubus added. "We thought a luxury group trip to the Elemental Waters would suffice."
“Don’t worry about costing all those expensive dinners, massages, spa treatments, etc., we’ve done it for you.”
"You know we're going to declare war on Pledon soon, right?" Victor asked them with heavy sarcasm.
"We understand the political climate, which is why we agreed to hold off until after your inevitable victory," Maryleese replied cheerfully. “But we wanted to book early.”
“We also wanted a little more emotional care,” a winged she-devil added. "We don't want to be seen as objects of lust; we want everyone to have dates, dinners, close emotional connections...Customer value is almost as important to us as money."
Victor sighed. To his shame, he actually couldn't remember half of their names, so he still had a long way to go.
"Oh, this also reminds me!" Juriris said. Lynette's paternity test came back positive. She agreed not to prosecute in exchange for a pension, a stay at Mu
mu
i
holiday home and a formal title. "
"What? Death almost jumped back knowing how much pain her budget was already suffering. 'Another, another alimony?' I haven't seen her in over seven years!"
"Honey, if this peasant is causing you trouble, we can get rid of her," Isabel suggested cheerfully.
"No one is purging anyone!" Victor replied firmly.
"I take back what I said," Seagren said after observing the scene. "In this arrangement, males clearly suffer the most."
"Victor!" The bedroom door opened and an angry goblin walked in. "You traitor!"
Why did he think this day was only going to get worse? "Goblin, I swear I'm going to tell—"
"You want to have a child with our teacher?" Gobrina glared at the Prime Minister, and then pushed the surprised Sigrun away. "You didn't ask me to be your godmother?!" I thought we were friends!"
"We wanted to break the news under better circumstances," replied Isabelle, who considered the goblin her second favorite student at the scholarship school. "Maybe we can also organize a class reunion to see what everyone has learned."
"It doesn't matter, I forgive you two, as long as I am the godmother." The little goblin ignored it and was immediately fascinated by Isabel's belly. "Is this why you keep getting high marks in (demonology) class, Vic?"
“I took private lessons,” he admits.
"I'm going to spoil her rotten," Goblina gushed. "I'm going to give her a gun for her first birthday so she can snipe the rebels when she learns to aim."
"Gosh, you're so thoughtful," Isabel replied with a smile. "Victor told me you conquered your first country?" I'm doing this for my B
a
iña recruits the best trainers, maybe you would be interested in taking her on as an apprentice when she comes of age?”
"I'd be happy to teach her how to get started!"
Victor suddenly realizes that his daughter may have grown up with negative influences. "Oh my gosh, look at the time," he said, eager to escape the room. "I'm going to the chocolate shop."
"Your other woman," said Isabel, looking at him strangely, "dear, do you remember B
a
Is iña your heir? I'm sure she would be happy to have half-siblings as long as they remember she is the eldest and first heir. You know how a decadent court grows, full of intrigues and intrigues. "
He'd taken enough lessons to know that he wanted to avoid this setup at all costs. "I'll make sure everyone gets along and puts family first," Victor responded, although the discussion left him feeling a little down.
He moved to another room in the clinic, where he found Chocolate lying on the bed with the Undead and Allison next to him. "Hello, handsome boy," the dryad said to him.
"Hi, Vic." Chocolate waved to him, a ghost casting a detection spell on her body. "Isn't it a little early to talk about magic?" I was only a few weeks pregnant. "
"They're just checking for potential physiological problems at an early stage," he responded. "I mean, you're a werewolf and the kids are werewolves and werewolves. There could be complications, like the kids chewing their way out."
"Oh, can we go visit my brother when they're done?" So he knew he was going to be an uncle soon? She was practically begging him. "Did you know that he and Savuluse settled on the dark side of Moon?"
Yes, he heard. Upon learning the news, Charlene storms into his office, furious that her annoying ex is happily settling down. Victor was sure it gave him some ideas that he didn't even use now. "Of course," he said, and grimaced.
"Vic?" Chocolate asked, walking across from Allison. "What happened?"
"I'm going to have to remove you from my (Black Knight) benefits."
The werewolf said nothing, blinked in surprise, then kissed him quickly. "Vic, you touched her first," Chocolate said, her ears drooping in disappointment. "Are you going to replace me with her?"
"No!" he answered hastily, grabbing her. "But, Choc, it's going to get worse from now on." I don't want to put you in danger. "
"I'm [Crested], Vic," she replied proudly. "I can take care of myself."
"I know," he said. "But you're not alone anymore."
Chocolate bit her lower lip, but she understood. "Find someone who can help," said the werewolf. "Like Al, or Charlene!"
"I will consider those who have the best fighting ability," he promised. "I will continue to visit you whenever I have the chance."
They hugged each other, but this time, it felt more like sadness than comfort.
As he walked out of the room to teleport out, Allison stopped him and closed the door so Jock wouldn't hear. "Vic," she said. "You're obviously not feeling well."
"Is it that obvious?" he asked. Truth be told, the stress of keeping the peace, managing a new family, and preparing for war was taking its toll on him.
"I am a priestess," the dryad replied, taking his hand. "People come to me when they need to talk or release tension. I can be your psychiatrist if you need it."
"I'm not sure you should sleep with your psychiatrist."
"In Sibley's church, it's part of the healing process," the fairy replied, confirming his long-held suspicions about the hippie church. "I know you use physical intimacy to cope with the stress of your position, but in your case, I believe you need a listener. We can simply talk. I will listen and not judge."
He thought for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I would rather talk," the Prime Minister admitted. “Someone to take your load off your shoulders.”
"Then tell me-"
"Proliferate Daltons!"
The walls of the clinic trembled, and loud sounds came from outside. Victor and Allison immediately rushed to the window, opened it, and found a blue lightning bug outside. "Lord G
a
d
ake?" Victor blinked.
"The world needs you!" Monster Maggot shouted. "I came across the ocean to seek your help!"
"Are they attacking El Dorado?" Alliso
Panicked.
"No." Grandpa shook his head. "I can't find any Mushroom Princes, all living elven royalty is inbred to Bizmer, and the orc males are too stupid to reproduce. Many of the imprisoned princesses could be extinct within two generations."
Oh, very good. Long live democracy.
waiting. "You don't mean-"
"I heard the good news," Grandrack confirmed. "You can breed half-dragons, which makes you the next best thing to a true prince. You can use perfect dragon genes to enhance the temperament of a true princess."
Victor and Allison exchanged glances.
"Breeder Dalton, follow me," Grandrac announced, as if laying some great prophecy before death. "Follow me to El Dorado! You must complete your mission!"
Victor nodded, once, twice, and then said two words.
"Emergency transmission!"
In memory of Se
g and ease tensions before a secret meeting, Victo
A monster poker tournament was organized for her.
Countless monsters gathered in the central square to play games or observe battles; demonic and orc entrepreneurs quickly set up stalls and makeshift bars to serve everyone, depleting stocks of whiskey and Talask food.
Winkle went into battle himself, using an orc woman as his hand; since the game required teams of two to promote cooperation, the dragon played with the conscripted Gorinich. Surprisingly, their opponents, Rollo and Jack, seemed to be able to control themselves, mostly due to Zmey's stubborn attempts to play small cards with his big hands.
King Wotan stood aside and watched this scene silently. While some of his Valkyries mingled with the citizens of the Whisperers and seemed to get along well, none dared break the ice with the mighty Fomo.
As Victor walked through the crowd under the cover of a spell that hid his body odor and the sound of his footsteps, he noticed Kia standing by the bar and decided not to bother the guy just yet. "You're not playing anymore?" he asked (Paladin), startling her as he sat next to her. "I thought you were joining the 'Monster Poker' bandwagon."
"Vic, is that you?" She looked around. "Are you inviting—"
"Shhh!" he replied, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Grandpa has been stalking me for hours. He's incredibly perceptive." He always finds me. "
This is crazy. How could a giant creature be so good at ambushing someone a hundred times his size?
Kia looked at him strangely—or rather, in his rough direction—but made no comment. "My partner and I made it to the quarter-finals, but Rollo and his fairy 'friends' beat us."
"Looks like they did a good job," Victor said in surprise. He can count on one finger the number of players who have survived a first-round match against Winkel.
"Rolo is playing a broken (Farmland) deck, and Jack is just as annoying. I don't even know if (Plants) is viable competitively." Kia glanced at Wota with a hint of paranoia
One glance. "How did you convince your two exes to behave?"
"If Jack is to blame, it's chocolate, and if Wotan is to blame, it's five Charisma checks," he answered. "Are you worried?"
"Yes, I am. I spent ten years fighting them." Still, Victor took the lack of a fight as a good sign. "I have always wanted to ask, are the rumors about this monk and prophet true?"
"Yes," he said, "I did it for you."
"Oh, Vic." She said with a sympathetic look on her face. "You sold your body for me?"
"No!" Hell, Victor can't solve all his problems by selling himself! "I just agreed to help spread her faith after she stretched out her tentacles - you know what, forget it."
"How about..." The Paladin shook his head. "How does your messed up love life work?"
"Besides the bankruptcy caused by alimony, jealousy, politics, and trying to make time for everyone?" he sighed heavily. "It's a lot more tiring than I thought. Just like the Goku, if I hadn't been there to keep the peace, there would have been a war. Managing a big family is hard."
"On one hand, I sympathize with you; but on the other hand, you brought this on yourself."
"I know," Victor replied. "But I didn't expect it to be this bad. Now that they know I can have half-dragon children, I have a stalker. It's even worse than after Winkle defeated Brandon Moore."
"I know what it feels like," Kia said. "To pursue a goal and then realize it's not what they thought it was. I've been there, too."
Victor shook his head, trying to change his mind. "How is your love life?"
"Actually," she stroked her hair, "I've been dating someone else."
"Really? He looked at her curiously, but since he couldn't see, she probably didn't notice.
"Yes, there are Orcs (Paladins) from Isengum, and there are handsome Dark Elves who play Monster Poker with me," Kia explained. "That's all thanks to you, actually." Since Mu
mu
i
All the fertile female monsters here are chasing you, and there is no choice but me to force the men here to muster up the courage to approach me. This is a very strange setup. "
"You're exaggerating."
"Vic, there really are female creatures who reach -" at the age of ten.
"eighteen."
"In Gugu Yu, there is no one who has slept with you or gone to bed with you between the ages of 18 and 30?"
"Well, it's easy. You."
Kia seemed a little offended. "Vic, you have never touched me, is it because I am a (Paladin)," she paused, "or is it because I am black?"
"Oh, no, I find you attractive," Victor reassured her. In Scholoma
ce, at one point he even asked his Banshee intern to transform into... well... "To be honest, you're just a stereotypical paladin serving the sworn enemy of my Patronus, and we have completely opposite views on life."
Besides, Camilla was already distraught by Winkle's last-minute teleportation, and he had no intention of angering her further. "I'd rather have fewer women in my life right now than more," Victor admitted.
"Yeah, don't take it personally when I say that hell-sponsored conquerors aren't my type either," Kia replied. "Now I have the right suitors, but I don't know which one to choose."
"Why not have both?" Victor asked for a simple solution before realizing how much this way of thinking was costing him. Old habits die hard.
"Vic, I'm not a womanizer like you," Kia replied, though without any condemnation. "I want someone I can really rely on because my last serious boyfriend killed us both. Quality over quantity."
Yes, it won't be such a headache. "Do you still remember the task of the dungeon architect?" Kia said suddenly.
"The one you find suspicious?"
"I asked Charlene and found out which criminal church sponsored it," she said, an angry scoff on her face. "I learned that this year's award is the (Conspiracy Armor) artifact."
Victor had heard about it. "You want us to participate?"
"This may be our last chance to level up before we fight Odius, and we have access to such powerful magic items."
Speaking of levels, Victor got a bottle of wine and put it on the counter. Kia didn't react.
The minister suddenly realized that the invisibility spell was still working and took it out. This time, Kia made a face.
"That's a bottle from the monk world. It can make you drunk, but it can't lift the curse. You have to use it in Se
gEarn a grade in one of your chosen courses. "Thank God he overruled [Fisherman]. "Drunk brawler. If you succeed, as the prophet of the monks, I will confirm that you have atoned for your apostasy. "
"If I do this, the curse is lifted?" she asked, looking at the person behind the counter with hopeful eyes. "Give me a jar of grease, please!"
Victor didn't understand why she ordered this until a busty orc barmaid arrived. Kia drank the entire bottle in one gulp, then broke it and reached into the oil. Then she rolled them into the shards of glass. "This doesn't quite look like [Paladin]." Victor said in surprise.
"But it's a lot like Drunk," she replied with a fierce look on her face, and the alcohol seemed to be having an effect. "I can't drink salt water anymore. I'll do whatever it takes."
What did he do? What did he do?
Victor silently walks away from what he expects to be an epic bar fight, wondering if he should approach Wotan before deciding to let the Titan and his team of Valkyries have their say on the Whisperers. The Chancellor can't always be there to solve problems, and in order for his plans to work, the former lord needs to choose peace himself.
Still, he stays in case disaster strikes.
"Breeder!" Victor froze, turned his head, and found his grandfather's eyes peeking over his shoulder. "Keeper Dalton, I've got you again."
How? How did Grandpa Ke sneak up on him! That mammoth was over sixty feet long, and the invisibility spell was still in effect!
"Keeper Dalton, you may be as cunning as a mermaid princess, but I have hunted princes who were much more cunning than you -"
Grandpa's bragging stopped abruptly when the dragon saw King Wotan. An electric current filled the air as the two archenemies locked eyes.
…
Charisma checks for incoming calls.
