Those two days, Cia was lonely. Zeno had not visited her and now she regretted having refused to visit Lycan lands. The woman spun the glass she was holding with great emotion, then the glass shattered and scattered in the air. Cia moved her hand so that the shards flew towards the trash can.
Cia turned towards the door. Suddenly feeling alert, the woman immediately closed all the open windows and peeked slightly through the window. For goddamn Hermione! In front of his house now there are dozens of magicians who are surrounded.
It's not a wizard. Because wizards don't use hoods like this. Cia believes that this is an ugly witcher. How did they know his home address?
While the girl was still struggling with her thoughts, the front door was broken open and dozens of witchers were excited. Cia, who originally wanted to teleport, suddenly felt she had to play for a while until she was satisfied.
So, with arrogance, she opened the bedroom door. "So noisy."
The witcher looked at Cia as if she was a treasure. That twinkling gaze, she wanted Cia to stand out and pull it off. It's not just Cia's wish. The woman had pulled out a pair of eyeballs of one of the witches and tossed them on the floor like coins.
"Attack her!" shouted one of the witchers.
Gods and demigods are wizards' favorite material. From within their bodies there is an essence of power. If properly absorbed and cultivated, it will increase their strength. Coupled with immortality and makes their skin flawless without blemishes or wrinkles.
However, it is illegal. So they were divided into two groups. Wizard is for white and holy magicians, while witcher is for black and dark magicians.
Cia swung her hand and a light suddenly appeared, hitting a witcher. Her right and left hands couldn't stop moving. In fact, her entire limbs joined in the fight.
One against dozens of witchers is an easy thing, but why does this actually make Cia want to vent her frustration? One of the witchers cast a spell and Cia swatted it away, but the rest of the spell bounced off her stomach. Suddenly, it made Cia want to vomit right then and there.
However, the girl was too busy to throw up. Because it began to be pressed in the solar plexus, she finally pressed the eye of the bracelet she was wearing and quickly took a needle. The needle turned into a huge sword that glowed golden.
Cia swung the sword from afar and a gust of wind from the sword was able to slash five witcher heads at once. The others stared at each other, before they nodded, and threw a smoke bomb to escape.
Damn it! Cia's house looks like it's been hit by a storm now.
The woman immediately went to the sink and vomited everything she had been holding back. Until all the liquid came out, she sat limply and leaned against the kitchen set.
Her steps were still unsteady, but she forced herself to move towards the end of the cupboard. On tiptoe she picked up a clear bottle of a blue liquid. It was a healing potion specially made for her.
In a split second, Cia's energy had recovered. She was even able to create a portal to go to the sky. The woman chose to ignore her messy house, she just fixed the door so that it wouldn't be seen by outsiders.
Arriving in the sky, Cia immediately fell on Morgan's lap. The woman immediately changed the clothes of the earth with silk typical of the sky. Her silk was a one-piece, soft green with a sheen all over.
Morgan, who was surprised, immediately held Cia's body, which seemed to be limp. "Cia," he said, panicked. "Arlcia." Cia groaned, making Morgan stiffen. However, moments later, the pure god was able to normalize his flushed face again.
"Morgan," Cia whispered.
The purple-eyed man suddenly panicked when Cia closed her eyes and her whole body was weak. Without many words, Morgan immediately teleported Cia to his room. Sky blue paint blends with white, dominating this room. The scent is fresh, Morgan's signature soothing scent.
Morgan laid Cia carefully. He also covered the woman's thighs and immediately tucked her in. Afraid that he could no longer control his passions. Immediately, he contacted Xerox—the god of healing.
Xerox came clandestinely at Morgan's request. He immediately placed the basket filled with potion ingredients on the nightstand. Then, he touched Cia's neck with his forefinger.
Xerox's expression was clearly surprised. This is a good thing, but not so great. "Morgan, are you related to Arlcia?"
"We are closely related, don't you know that?"
"No, not that." Xerox was confused. What should he say? "Did you have sex with Arlcia?"
Morgan was surprised, then he looked at Cia's stomach, which was still flat. "Is she pregnant?"
"Yes, and this fetus is very aggressive. It sucks up half of Cia's energy. It's not a big deal, it's just that Arlcia needs more energy intake than usual," Xerox explained.
Morgan's forehead wrinkled for a moment, there was a sense of relief and sadness at the same time. However, remembering that this woman was Cia—the woman he loved, made all that sadness melt away. "Is this going to take long?"
"No. Only until the fetus is strong enough, then Arlcia can return to normal." he nodded. Next, Xerox made a potion so that Cia's condition would recover soon.
Morgan is the star god. His job is to keep all the stars twinkling and in place. He is also a pure god, being born directly from Naitura. Naitura bears fruit every seven thousand years and most of them fail.
Xerox gave the potion to Morgan. He even promised to keep this from anyone. Morgan was very grateful for god's understanding. He was afraid that this pregnancy would be opposed by other gods. Especially if they find out who actually impregnated Cia.