After giving birth, even if Celia didn't eat much, she got hungry very easily and needed to eat several times a day.
Especially the second egg absorbed the most nutrients from her body.
While eating, she would also secretly eavesdrop on the conversations between her husband and her parents, which were mostly about her.
Although some topics made her feel very ashamed, seeing Liam's relationship with her parents gradually improve created an atmosphere that made her feel particularly relaxed.
She really wished it could continue like this forever.
No more... drinking.
So sleepy now...
At this hour, normally she should already be in their room, or the incubation room, nestled in that man's arms and asleep, right?
They chatted and ate.
Half an hour slipped quietly by.
Before leaving, Liam took out two heavy demonic swords, forged from human iron swords as raw material, from his ring and gifted them to Lego and the yet-to-return Kaimete.
As for Cyra, he gave her perfumes, skincare products, and the like.
Although the elves had ubiquitous natural mana nourishing them,and skincare items offered no real benefit,
Cyra gratefully accepted them anyway, looking very pleased.
The rest were just various ingredients bought from the human lands.
"Miss Cyra, Mr. Lego. Thank you for your hospitality. I'll take my leave now."
Cyra waved goodbye.
"Goodbye, come again next time~ And little Celia, goodbye."
"Brother Liam, it's late. Be careful on the path."
"Mm."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Liam took Celia's warm little hand and led her into the darkness beyond the reach of the living room light.
Lego, with one hand in his pocket, watched them leave, his gaze gradually growing distant.
After a long while, he said slowly, "Liam... his personality is actually this good?"
"Of course~ I told you, I'm a good judge of character. Don't worry about it, darling~ Let's go inside quickly, I still want to drink."
Lego's eyes sparkled, his interest piqued. He scooped up his coquettish wife in a bridal carry.
"Heh heh heh, alright."
"Now that both our children aren't home, it does feel a bit lonely, but maybe it's not such a bad thing after all?"
"I know, dear~"
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The night was deep.
Moonlight lay flat on the ground, making the path home barely visible.
The elf territory was vast, but the population was pitifully small.
Consequently, whether day or night, one rarely saw anyone on the paths, and thus there was no noisy clamor at night, leaving only silence.
Over the past month, Celia had walked this path countless times.
In her previous life's terms, this was the path 'back to her parents' home'.
Holding the man's hand tightly beside her, she walked step by step, carefully,afraid that the next step might trip over a sudden stone and send her tumbling to the ground.
But somehow, the man was swaying unsteadily, as if he hadn't yet sobered up from the drink.
Celia frowned slightly.
Looking at her husband in this state, she felt inexplicably worried.
She stopped just holding his hand and instead linked her arm with his hanging one, pressing her soft head and body against him, instinctively protecting him, afraid he might fall.
"Husband..."
Celia matched his pace and asked quietly, "Haven't you sobered up yet?"
"No, it's nothing serious."
Shrouded in shadow, Liam lowered his eyes, pressing his elbow against his forehead, trying to dispel some of the drunkenness this way.
"I never expected Liangquan Wine to have such persistent aftereffects that are so hard to shake. Tell me, you elves really have no reaction to this wine?"
"None at all."
"Hmm... Well, maybe a little?"
"My head is still a bit dizzy now, just not as bad as you, H-Husband."
"No, 'bad' is an overstatement. Uh..."
The moment the man stubbornly finished speaking, his foot caught on a pebble, and his tall, straight frame fell forward directly, landing with a dull thud.
But... he wasn't the only one who grunted.
"Oww... that hurts."
The moment before he fell, Celia hurriedly stepped forward to try and catch him, but ultimately couldn't support his heavy weight.
Instead, she was firmly pinned beneath him on the ground.
So heavy...
The man's breathing was heavy and scorching hot, blowing directly onto her delicate, seemingly fragile cheeks.
It felt ticklish, but the main sensation was still the weight...
Liam's appeal was not confined to his hauntingly beautiful features.
His body was a testament to sculpted perfection—all hard, defined muscle and unyielding planes that left no doubt about his formidable strength.
Celia understood this better than anyone.
She understood every bit of his body's weight, his strength, and every inch of him.
So much so that after being pinned for a while, even though his weight was substantial, Celia quickly got used to it.
Her face was burning hot. She pushed lightly at the man's shoulder with her small hands.
As expected—he didn't budge an inch.
"Husband, this isn't the place to sleep. We're not home yet."
Liam's head rested beside her shoulder as if he had passed out.
There was no reaction at all.
No reaction?
No...
Celia's pupils contracted violently.
She gently held the man's neck, her heart clenching.
Soon, her voice carried a slight sob:
"Wah.. Lord Liam, you're not dead, are you? If you're dead, I....."
"I'm not dead yet..."
Liam's arms, positioned on either side of the girl's head, pushed his upper body up.
His knee naturally shifted upwards with the movement, forming a standard 'kabe-don' pose.
"Oh, oh..."
Her crying stopped abruptly.
She stared with wide, clear eyes, quietly letting out a sigh of relief.
Her own reaction just now had even shocked her a little.
She hadn't expected... that if Liam—her husband—died, she would feel such heartache?
She had only been a girl for a month.
And yet, she had already become infatuated with Liam, who was also a man.
So strange...
"Dizzy..."
"As expected, the problem likely lies in the natural mana I ingested earlier."
For anyone other than an elf, utilizing or channeling natural mana came at a cost—drained strength, backaches, reduced lifespan.
Directly ingesting natural mana was probably the cause of Liam's current condition.
The impurities and drunkenness that should have dissipated were, for some reason, treated as companions by the natural mana inside his body and were reinforced together.
Liam's eyes were deep, his eyelids drooping tiredly, his long hair falling with the motion. He looked thoroughly sickly pallor and haggard.
He stared dazedly at the girl he had pinned beneath him—she was crying again.
He chuckled softly, his eyebrows raising. In that low, husky voice, he said, "My adorable Celia, my adorable wife, how can you be this cute? It makes me want to devour you right now."
"R-right now?"
Celia panicked, turning her hot, tear-streaked face away, her voice trembling with sobs.
"H-how about... we... go home first... and then...?"
"Just kidding."
"To be honest, I can't walk anymore."
"With your small physique and stamina, my dear Celia, you should surely have the ability to carry your husband home, hmm?"