The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)

"D...die?" I swallowed, unconsciously clutching my tingling abdomen—even though I knew there was no womb there.

Natha stroked my arm because I suddenly turned rigid, and D’Ara continued with a smile on her beautiful face--which, for me, felt very eerie. "A mortal body could not contain the power of the Primordial One, even in a fetus form. Even if you’re a woman, the vessel would still be in this form," she said while tapping the seed’s hard exterior; the vessel.

"Oh..."

Now that I thought about it, the Primordial One had already been symbolized by a black flower in the statuaries that the Demon God showed me. Natha had told me that the building I visited in that illusionary world might be the ruin that Natha visited to obtain the seed--when it hadn’t been a ruin, at the very least.

Awkwardly, I fiddled with the edge of my sleeve, looking down with reddened cheeks. It was presumptuous of me to think that the birth of someone as important as the Primordial One would be anything ordinary. And I felt kind of embarrassed now, thinking that the vessel was made because of me; because of my lack of reproductive organs.

D’Ara chuckled at my flustered reaction, but fortunately, she did not comment on it, and instead continued with our initial topic. "Still, I can’t say for sure I know the correct way to put an embryo inside the vessel."

Oh...that was too bad. We came here because of her invitation, but we also thought she would know something, as the one who led Natha to find the seed in the first place.

Ah, my future child. Why didn’t you come with a set of manuals?

And then I recalled something that came up right before our journey to Gluttony. "What about my dryad bloodline? Could we replicate their method?"

D’Ara tapped on her armrest in contemplation, frowning slightly as if she was also feeling frustrated by the lack of certainty. "I thought about that too, but there’s a significant difference between you and true dryads."

Significant difference...