The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 302 - 266: Nursing the Child 2

After that, Lynn and Natasha rushed back to the Light Empire without stopping for even a quarter of an hour, managing to return the same night.

As soon as they arrived at the Light Empire, Lynn dashed up the Holy Mountain of Light and barged into Sifrin’s room.

At that moment, Sifrin was bathing, getting ready for bed, when Lynn suddenly burst in uninvited.

Though Lynn was in a great hurry, he still stumbled into a maiden’s boudoir, catching her bathing. Even if he usually saw her more like a talented husky, the sight of her delicate body glistening in the water was a far cry from that image.

"Lord Lynn..."

Sifrin stood in the bath, startled, mumbling as if she had a lot to say, but when she opened her mouth, she didn’t know what to say.

What? Are you serious about this?

Sifrin scratched her head, not even bothering to grab a towel to cover her body, which Lynn had already seen in full.

"I have an honorable and arduous task for you. Sorry, got a bit too excited and rushed in directly."

Lynn was not someone who would pretend otherwise. Having seen it all, he wouldn’t play coy by covering his eyes and claiming, "I didn’t see anything!"

If this were any other beautiful girl, even a complete stranger, Lynn would readily take responsibility and marry the girl.

But having accidentally... really accidentally seen Sifrin naked made things a bit complicated.

Taking responsibility? But she’s a hyperactive home-wrecker, a troublemaker.

Not taking responsibility? Well, he’s already seen it all, and thanks to his excellent vision, saw everything very clearly, down to every last hair... um, not that there was any hair...

It’s a tricky situation... hmm, maybe just leave it be for now. Let’s finish the main business first since Sifrin is responsible for medical care at his home, and Xiya and Hilvy have a while to go with their pregnancies. It’s unclear if other wives might also need Sifrin’s help.

By all calculations, Sifrin would at least work at his home for three to five years, possibly even seven to eight, so there’s plenty of time to... clear things up—not to be confused with having a relationship.

"What task could be so urgent that it warrants barging into a girl’s room while she’s bathing?"

Sifrin, being Sifrin, showed no typical maiden’s reaction to being seen naked. Even facing the undisputed strongest being in Miracle World, she dared to indirectly question him.

"It’s like this, it’s about the child..."

Hearing this, Lynn hurriedly spoke up. In his rush, he stumbled over his words, breaking off mid-sentence.

"Child?"

Sifrin was taken aback. She had met his child, already eight years old and very cute...

Wait a minute; isn’t that child supposed to be in the Celestial Destiny Empire?

Though she had heard from her father that Lord Lynn planned to bring his wife and child to the Light Empire, assigning her for the reception task in advance.

But they hadn’t arrived yet, and as someone responsible for their welcome, she knew their itinerary well. The earliest they could arrive is tomorrow evening, with the child and a cat in tow—this is the fastest possible, they couldn’t come any earlier.

So, talking about children...

Could it be he wants me to have a child with him?!

Well, well, well, I’m not even dressed now; making a child would be too convenient!

But if she really had a child with Lord Lynn, her days as a Saintess would be over.

Given her thick skin, she could shamelessly continue being a Saintess even after losing her virginity, and even hang on to her title while pregnant. But once the child is born, even if her pride holds up, reality won’t allow it.

At the very least, during the couple of years she breastfeeds, she can’t handle affairs. After all, it’s her own child; can she comfortably leave the child with someone else?

"Um, Lord Lynn, you must consider it carefully. I’m willing to give it to you, and I can nurse the child myself. But as a noble lady, I can’t just follow you without clarity. I’m not asking for much, just a position as an Imperial Consort, okay?"

Sifrin thought briefly, knowing ascending to Miracle Saint Empress was an unattainable dream if she set such terms, it would only humiliate herself. She wanted an official title, so aiming for Imperial Consort was her best bet. Traditionally, an emperor could have only four Imperial Consorts included in the royal family registry, others in name only would be mere Concubines in reality.

Given her closeness to Lynn, trying to break into his top five women was a joke, serving more as a source of comedic relief.

However, she wasn’t content with just a Concubine’s pseudo-Imperial Consort title. After all, this position was exchanged with the Saintess of Light title, and ending up with a nonchalant side room spot would be a significant loss.

So, an idea crossed Sifrin’s mind.

Tradition, rules, aren’t they all determined by gods or by those with the highest status?

The man she’s seeking now (or who’s seeking her) is both divine and human, with the highest status in Miracle World. As a Divine Envoy to the Light God King, slotting him in Pantheon places him mid-tier at least, right?

Thus, his word was authoritative; if he commanded to change the tradition from one empress and four consorts to three palaces and six courtyards with seventy-two consorts, that would work. She couldn’t make the top five but surely could break into the top fifty!

"Huh?"

Sifrin pondered it thoroughly, and Lynn was somewhat dizzy from her words.

What is she talking about—consorts, nursing babies?

I asked you to look after my pregnant wife, not to nurse the baby or have one with me. Where is your mind at?

"I don’t intend to forcefully ascend. You could decree an expansion of consort numbers; I just need a place in the expanded list. Is that asking too much?"

Hearing Lynn’s incredulous "Huh?" Sifrin hurried to explain. Her request wasn’t excessive; just a golden promise from him, no actual cost, practically getting a Saintess for free.

What more could be said? Procuring a Saintess for free—such an opportunity shouldn’t be missed.

"No, look, my wife is pregnant, and I’m asking you to help care for them and ensure their safe pregnancy. I’m not asking you to nurse or have a child, what are you thinking?"

Seeing Sifrin’s misunderstanding running wild, Lynn had to clarify directly. He was merely pausing to find the right words—how had Sifrin concocted such wild ideas?

Imperial Consort? Royal Husky... no, Royal Household Doctor seems more suitable. If performed well, it could lead to a promotion like Chief Physician or similar titles.

"Your wife is pregnant? Which wife?"

With Lynn saying so, Sifrin wasn’t embarrassed by her misunderstanding. She was shameless, after all.

Yet, she was curious about which wife of Lynn’s was pregnant. This would be his legitimate first son or daughter; which lucky lady or sister hit this jackpot, ascending instantly?

"Oh, Xiya and her sister Hilvy."

Lynn truthfully replied.

"Xi..."

She knew Xiya, sister of the Elf Queen, a very beautiful elf. As for her sister, Hilvy, the Elf Queen’s... the... huh!!!

The Elf Queen herself!?