Asura and the girls returned home, greeted by the heavily pregnant Ophelia, who now enjoyed the help of more maids than before. 'The atmosphere in the house feels different, although it feels positive it's strange...'
Most of them were beautiful but seemed a little strange—however, Asura couldn't quite put his finger on what was different about them.
"Asura, would you mind helping me?" Ophelia asked with a gentle voice as she seemed to struggle to move well with her swollen stomach.
"Of course not, Mother, come here. Let me help you." The feelings he used to have long vanished. To him, although Ophelia didn't carry him in her womb. She was his mother, and Freyja was just a crazed woman who wanted to molest him.
"Mother-in-law, where should I place these?" Lucia and her several shadows carried various flowers and beautiful foliage. She helped arrange the entry and dining room, replacing the wilting and dead flowers with new ones.
