Shortly after.
We resolved the situation and stood before the summoning facility with bodies clean and neatly arranged. Tentacle Drasil hid Amur tightly, and Gremory ultimately crossed over to the main body and took her sap-covered clone inside.
"Then summoning."
I received the dark ink-colored egg. Subordinates all discussed whether a warrior resembling mother or a priest resembling father would be born. Subordinates debated whether a warrior should be born to operate Lancelot's unit during pregnancy, or there should be someone using shamanism even as an orc priest.
"Either way, gotta crack it to know."
Gugugu.
The summoning circle began turning purple. No matter how low the grade of the child—grandson—being born, it didn't matter. Just hoping they'd grow healthy and have a happy Ras life. I wasn't disappointed even if the summoning circle turned purple.
"Mm... probably 2-star... well, 2-star isn't bad either."
