"S-She's pregnant?" Deus Ex Machina asked, making sure that his no-good son wasn't pranking him right now. "Are you messing with me?"
"She is pregnant." Thirteen replied. "You will soon be a grandfather, so you better prepare a gift before they are born. A few divine artifacts will be good."
The corner of Deus Ex Machina's lips twitched. Sure enough, his no-good son was a bastard. Even he didn't dare to casually give divine artifacts to anyone because of the laws of causality.
Since looking at Thirteen annoyed him, he shifted his gaze at Stella, who was smiling at the banter between father and son.
"Have you told your parents?" Deus Ex Machina asked.
"Not yet." Stella shook her head. "We just found out today, and Zion said you should be the first to know about it. We will visit my family next and tell them the good news."
