When he gently stroked the egg through the pouch, the sudden drain of magic power made his head spin as though the child inside were happily responding.
Just as Raon had explained before, even without direct contact the egg constantly absorbed a small amount of the mother's magic.
Normally that alone would not have been a problem since Qiong Xing possessed an excessive amount of magic power to begin with.
However, every now and then, almost as though announcing it was mealtime, the egg would suddenly take a far larger amount at once.
His magic recovered quickly afterward, but recently Iseul had witnessed the exact moment Qiong Xing lost his balance from it.
Iseul had gone completely pale as he rushed over, immediately carried him to bed, and fussed over him like he was seriously ill.
"Your papa is looking forward to meeting you too, you know."
Iseul was trying in his own way to become a proper father.
That was why a little fatigue was no issue at all.
