Mart Sevec opened his eyes.
[Host, one of your children will be born in a few days.]
He was still somewhat weakened.
But with each of his actions—some of them conspiratorial—his understanding of the world he found himself in had grown.
Both his human enemies and the enemies within the demon race were no longer something he could view merely as characters in a novel.
Now he was aware of the existence of many of them.
But they, too, were aware of his existence.
Providing the demons with a stable life—especially the demons he cared about—would not be easy.
Still, he felt that he was now more aware of his surroundings, and that would allow him to make the best decisions when undertaking great endeavors.
Mart Sevec gazed with his beautiful blue eyes at Menna, who was sleeping beside him.
She was embracing his arm, cradling it between her ample breasts, which were covered only by a thin, soft red dress made of demonic silk.
