Venelana Gremory felt something strange in her body. For the past few days, she had been experiencing sudden bouts of fever, whether she was asleep or awake. A mild warmth enveloped her entire body, with the area just below her navel, precisely where her uterus was located, becoming particularly hot. Although none of these sensations were unpleasant and they would subside after a few minutes if left alone, she began to notice an increase in their frequency, which made her feel anxious.
"It was all because of Riser".
The cause was clear. She remembered the day when she was played with by Riser Phoenix, her daughter's fiancé, and unwittingly received his semen into her uterus. It had only been a week, but the memory felt vague, like an event from a distant dream.
Still, Venelana remembered it vividly—the shock of being ravished by an overwhelmingly powerful male.
She unconsciously swallowed her saliva and shook her head in a fluster.
Whatever had been done to her, she could endure it. Venelana, a pure-blooded devil who had lived for a long time, decided to act tough and easily shrug off the mischievousness of Riser, who was young enough to be her child.
Nevertheless, she didn't do anything special. Gracefully and modestly, she continued her daily life. After all, pleasures were nothing more than fleeting emotions. They couldn't compare to the sense of happiness she felt when she was with her beloved family.
She was already fulfilled. There was no need to seek anything new and disrupt her current life.
That's what Venelana told herself.
Two weeks, three weeks passed by.
Nothing unusual happened. She didn't pay much attention to the warmth that wandered inside her body and spent peaceful times. Her husband, Zeoticus, her step-daughter who served the Gremory as a maid, Grayfia, and her grandson, Millicas. Sirzechs, who was always busy with his duties as the Maou, and Rias, who attended a high school in the human world, were not present, but she gathered her family members on the terrace of the castle to enjoy tea together.
They exchanged conversations, sometimes gazing at the purple-tinted sky of the Underworld, and cherished the flowers in the garden.
It was an unchanged and modestly relaxed time.
However, just as she was about to bring the teacup to her lips, the situation suddenly changed!!!!!!!!!
"Ah...!?"
A heat swelling within her womb. It moved as if it had a will of its own, asserting its presence. For a brief moment, Venelana lost her composure in the face of this unmistakably different sensation from mere heat. Her hands trembled, unable to hold the teacup, and she hurriedly put it back on the table, placing her hand on her navel while showing an expression of anguish.
"My lady? Are you alright?"
"Venelana? Are you okay?"
"Grandma?"
Grayfia, who was present today as a maid, sitting on the seat to her left, Zeoticus, and Millicas, who sat on the seat to her right, all voiced their concerns for Venelana.
"I'm fine..."
"But..."
"Really, are you okay? Take a rest if you need to..."
Venelana, who couldn't shake off the feeling that she couldn't get through this situation safely, slowly stood up. "I'm sorry, but I'll excuse myself for a moment. Please enjoy yourselves..." She made her excuses and began to walk, her legs swaying.
Without saying a word, Grayfia followed closely behind her.
Accompanied by Grayfia, Venelana returned to her room.
Grayfia didn't say anything. She just worried about her mistress and handled the situation without showing any agitation. She was the epitome of a maid. And yet, for some reason, when she covered Venelana, who was leaning against the bed, with the sheets, her expression seemed, just for a moment, to be smiling.
"Just to be sure, I'll make sure no one disturbs you. If there's anything, please contact me directly."
"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry, Grayfia."
"No need to apologize. Excuse me then."
Saying so, Grayfia quietly left the room.
