The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)-Chapter 711: It’s harder to whine about a good result than a bad one

Chapter 711: It’s harder to whine about a good result than a bad one

The teleportation was fast; it only took us a few blinks, and we were already in the Castle’s yards--right where I took Stan to teleport before. And the best thing? There was no nauseating feeling.

I felt guilty for saying this, but it was even smoother than Natha’s teleportation.

"All hail Lord Stan," Neel clasped her hands with a relieved expression. Probably ready to start a new cult.

That would be interesting. But for now, my attention was on the little man moving restlessly up there, as if he could feel our presence right away. I scooped Jade out of my cloak and handed the bird to Zia before clutching my husband’s hand.

"Nat--"

He wordlessly took my waist and whisked me away for a second, much shorter teleportation to the hallway of the nursery. Right away, I could hear my baby’s voice.

"Waah!"

Thankfully, it wasn’t a cry--more like a shout; a demand. Angwi came out of the nursery before I could reach the door, with the squirming Shwa in her hands.

"Oh, my baby!" I rushed to the baby who was reaching out his arms to me, demanding to be hugged. It had only been a couple of hours, but I felt like days had passed. Shwa even clutched my tunic while I was hugging and kissing him.

"Did he stay awake all this time?" Natha asked Angwi while stroking our son’s dark hair. She simply nodded in response, and I hugged Shwa even tighter.

"You’re waiting for us, baby? Did I make you wait for too long?"

"Waa!"

I looked at his tired yet clear green eyes, and my heart suddenly felt heavy again. "I’m sorry, Shwa...I thought I could finish everything today, but..."

"Soon," Natha stroked my head too this time, kissing my temple gently. "We’ll finish everything soon."

A sigh escaped my lips, and I hugged my son again until he smacked my cheek. "Wah!"

"See? He told you to cheer up," Natha chuckled.

"Really?" I looked at him, and then at the mini-him in my arms. "Yeah...it’s not like I’m giving up, just..."

At that moment, Angwi stroked my back. There was a serene expression on her face as if telling me everything would be alright. Oh, with this many people cheering me up, how could I stay down? Perhaps I was just exhausted, and all I needed was a good night’s sleep.

With a nod, I gave my baby a big smile, and we had a quick dinner. All of us, including Shwa. The nannies told me that Shwa refused to go to sleep after I left earlier. He even refused to leave the place where I vanished from teleportation. Every time Angwi was about to take him away, he would protest vehemently. Yeah, even when Natha came. Instead, he smacked and kicked his father as if telling him to hurry.

"He did tell me to hurry," Natha chuckled, pinching Shwa’s chubby cheek. The baby smacked his hand in response. "Now he tells me to not disturb his meal."

"Who told you to pinch his cheek when he’s drinking his milk?" I laughed and pinched the demon’s cheek in return. "There, baby. I avenge you."

"He’s more than capable of avenging himself," Natha pursed his lips while rubbing his smacked hand playfully.

I laughed and kissed the cheek I just pinched earlier. Oh, how nice it was to be back at home.

The nannies continued their story then, telling us that Shwa persisted for about half an hour, before he finally grunted and curled as if he was ready to sleep. That was about the time when the covenant meeting started, I guessed...what a smart child.

Even then, Shwa did not fall asleep. Even when he was sleepy. Shwa was persistently waiting for us to return, no matter what the nannies did to coax him for a nap. What could they do then, except entertain him as much as they could?

Perhaps because of that, he looked exhausted. Right after he finished his bottle, Shwa curled in my arms and clung to me until he fell asleep. I didn’t even have to sway him for that. But seeing him fall asleep with a peaceful, adorable face put a smile on mine. It made me think I had achieved something worthwhile.

Not fully what I wanted, but still something worthwhile.

When I put my baby in the nursery--no clinging drama this time, fortunately--I was far calmer than before.

Or so I thought.

"What took you so long?!" I hit Natha’s chest the moment we were alone in the bedroom. "Do you know how worried I was?!"

I didn’t mean to shout. I didn’t mean to hit him. Honestly, I was going to apologize for my attitude while confronting the Demon God earlier. But the moment it was only the two of us, my childish side resurfaced, and all the stress that had been piling up spilled out.

And there was only Natha to receive it.

"I’m sorry, sweetheart," he responded patiently. Even while I was hitting and slapping his shoulder, he just held my waist gently and let me vent.

"You should have called me! Even if you couldn’t, you should have sent some message!" I gripped his coat, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. "I was scared! I was worried! I didn’t even know if you’ll be there on time!"

"I know, I was wrong--"

"How could you! I trusted you! I thought you wouldn’t be there! I thought I would fail! I thought you had abandoned me!"

"Sweetheart!" Natha stopped my hands then, and looked at me with a frown, prompting me to pause. But his frown ceased right after, and he spoke in his usual sweet and gentle tone while caressing my cheek. "You know it’s not true."

The tears fell to my cheeks then, and I started to let out an ugly cry while hugging him. Yeah, none of it was true. Well, maybe I did think about it sometimes when I was at my lowest and couldn’t distract myself enough. It was childish of me to spout all of those things I didn’t even believe when everything had passed and unproven already.

But emotions were something very hard to control sometimes. Was it because I had to hold back so much in that plaza? The bubbling current burst out uncontrollably once the lid was lifted.

None of it made sense, and I even babbled incoherently while crying. But with every word and tears spilled out, including my disappointment of not finishing everything right. Not in my terms anyway.

While everything seemed to end on a good note, it wasn’t for me. The Goddess was far more insufferable than I initially thought, and I couldn’t help but abandon my plan to ask for her help. And then I thought I could just talk to the Demon God then and there when Mother was still around for some support, but even that had to be abandoned. My toiling around for more than two months, in the end, didn’t seem to contribute anything to my original goal.

I was beyond frustrated, even when everything looked good. But it wasn’t like I could whine, right? We achieved great results; achieving what couldn’t be achieved for more than a millennium. I couldn’t get angry in front of my human friends. I couldn’t whine that it wasn’t what I wanted.

And it made everything even more frustrating.

"It’s alright," Natha whispered softly while I was crying and whining about everything. "Just let it all out."

Yeah. I knew he would say that. I knew it would be alright for me to vent to him. That was why it was so easy for me to just let go when it was just the two of them. Despite what I was saying earlier, I knew he would never abandon me, no matter what. Even if I showed all of my ugly side, he would still stay with me, soothing me like how he did.

"I’m sorry..." I sobbed on his chest, wetting his clothes with my tears.

"If you’re sorry," he cupped my wet cheeks and gave me the sweetest smile. "Then apologize with your lips."

I let out an ugly choking sound that came from half sobbing and half snorting, but who cares? I threw myself to him and kissed him hard, just as how I wanted to when he first showed up in the plaza.

Before I knew it, I was already in his arms, and we shed each other clothes on our way to the shower. I often said that we always acted like we hadn’t seen each other for days when it had only been a few hours, but this time, we really hadn’t seen each other for days. Not only we hadn’t seen each other--we hadn’t even communicated with each other.

With how tight he was holding me, and how greedy his kisses were as we stood under the falling water, I could tell that he was as scared as me while he was in Sloth. He probably wanted to return too, but what would be the point of leaving in the first place, then? I had no idea what happened over there, but there must have been a lot of fighting and arguing since he took so long.

And I could also tell that he was equally frustrated about this result. For him, it was also followed by guilt. He must have sensed the split second of distrust I felt when I questioned whether he was under the Demon God’s influence or not.

We could sense this while we held each other wordlessly. Through every kiss and every touch, we shed every doubt, once more, all over again.

I did not let him go that night, and neither did he.