Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Celeste Grant had a very low tolerance for pain.

Thankfully, Javier Sinclair had taken the pain for her the entire night. Otherwise, she couldn’t imagine what a mess she’d be in right now.

Now that the Magic on her had faded, she could feel the pain. It was especially excruciating when she pressed a hand to her abdomen. It just went to show that childbirth was no easy feat, even for a Cultivator.

Seeing the color drain from her face,

Javier Sinclair spoke up. "Just bear with it for a moment. The pain will be gone soon." As he spoke, he reached out, placing his palm over Celeste Grant’s lower abdomen. He directly channeled his Divine Power to repair the damage her body had sustained from childbirth.

"You... Archfiend, what are you doing?"

A stream of power flowed from his palm into her abdomen, then spread throughout her entire body. It was warm and comforting. She could feel her body changing as the power mended her, restoring her to her pre-birth condition.

The color returned to Celeste Grant’s face.

Her skin was now rosy and fair, practically brimming with collagen.

Javier Sinclair was satisfied.

But he was still going.

Celeste Grant grabbed his hand. "Okay, okay, I’m all better now."

Javier Sinclair withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping over her as he couldn’t help but ask, "How do you feel?"

Celeste Grant made a heart shape with her hands. "I feel great now, full of energy." ’What postpartum weakness?’ she thought. She felt like she could go out and tear a few Demonic Beasts apart with her bare hands right now.

The weak, uncomfortable feeling in her body was gone.

She rolled over and sat up in bed.

Celeste Grant touched her stomach.

’Nothing.’

’Fit as a fiddle.’

Her eyes shining, she looked at Javier Sinclair and couldn’t resist asking, "Husband, what did you just do?"

She already had a good idea, of course.

But she still had to ask.

Javier Sinclair glanced at her and said, "I used my Original Divine Power to heal your body. I’m relieved to see you’re all right now."

She held out her arms.

"Husband, hold me."

He blushed.

"You just gave birth! What’s with all the hugging?"

’This woman really loves me.’

’She can’t be away from me for a second.’

Despite what he said, his arm was already wrapping around her waist. Celeste Grant threw herself into his embrace, hugging his waist tightly. "Archfiend, I love you so much."

Javier Sinclair froze for a moment.

Then he rested his head gently on her shoulder.

"Mm, I know."

Celeste Grant meant every word.

She truly did love him.

How could she not love a man who was willing to put so much effort into caring for her? ’The benefits of having The Demon God for a husband?’ she mused. ’There are so many! Not only does he have eight-pack abs to feel up, but he’ll even take your labor pains for you and use his Divine Power to heal you afterward.’

After hugging his waist for a moment,

she cupped Javier Sinclair’s face in her hands. She smiled and said, "Husband, seeing as you went through all that pain for me... don’t you think I should give you a reward?"

Javier Sinclair raised an eyebrow, his arm still around her waist. "I’m not interested in empty gestures. Give me something more... tangible."

"Hahaha! Tangible, you say? All right. Coming right up."

With that, she kissed him on his left cheek, then on his right.

"How’s that? Is this reward up to your standards?"

Javier Sinclair’s face turned red.

He said with a straight face, "It’s still missing something."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant playfully rubbed his cheeks. "Old Fiend Sinclair, don’t push your luck. You should be grateful you got anything at all instead of being so picky."

His eyes followed hers.

Meeting her smiling gaze, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead, then moved closer to capture her lips. After the kiss, he gently pressed a finger to her lips and murmured, "Now *that’s* a reward."

Celeste Grant blushed.

She shot him a glare.

"You, Old Fiend Sinclair! You’re getting more and more wicked."

"You never used to be like this."

"I remember you used to say that hugging me was no different from hugging a rock. Tsk, tsk, look at The Archfiend eating his words now."

Javier Sinclair raised his gaze slightly and said with perfect seriousness, "This sovereign is a Demon. You can choose to ignore a Demon’s words sometimes." ’If he could,’ he thought, ’he’d go back in time and slap his past self for running his mouth.’

Such warm, peaceful days always passed quickly.

For the next month, Celeste Grant didn’t leave her chambers, staying inside to care for the baby. Then came the endless cycle of eating and recuperating. Although she felt her body didn’t really need any of it, she couldn’t refuse the elders’ overwhelming enthusiasm, so she accepted everything they offered.

Soon, it was the day of their daughter’s first-month celebration.

After a month, her daughter had clearly grown a size bigger. Cradled in her arms, she looked like a little pink dumpling. And when she looked at you with those dark, limpid eyes, you felt your heart just melt.

On the day of his daughter’s birth, Javier Sinclair had already announced it to the entire Demonic Domain. Now, everyone knew their little Princess had been born.

So on the day of the little Princess’s first-month celebration, the skies above Ashkaron were filled with colorful streamers and words of blessing. Red lanterns hung everywhere in the city, creating a very festive atmosphere at a glance.

In contrast to the joy of the Cultivators in the Demonic Domain, the various powers in the Immortal Domain were in no mood to celebrate.

Over the past few days, bits and pieces of news had trickled out from the Demonic Domain.

Most of it was gossip about Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant.

The Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain had, without their knowledge, gotten married and had a child.

The Cultivators in the Immortal Domain were indignant.

They couldn’t help but curse.

"That Demon hid it too well."

"We were all fooled. We thought he was truly ascetic and had no interest in women. Turns out he was just afraid of someone exploiting his weakness, so he hid his wife and child away."

Even The Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain had a weakness.

This time, they felt they had found an opening.

As long as they captured that woman and his child, they weren’t afraid that the Demon wouldn’t submit obediently.

「Sancthelm, the Holy Land of the Immortal Domain.」

When they learned that the fiend Javier Sinclair was boisterously holding a first-month banquet for his daughter and celebrating with great fanfare, they were so furious they could have coughed up blood.

Their Sancthelm had suffered disastrous losses this time.

They had lost several elders and countless disciples.

Sancthelm was now draped in white for mourning, yet the Demonic Domain was celebrating with such fervor. This was a provocation! What "celebrating a child’s first month"? This was clearly that fiend’s provocation against their Sancthelm!

The more they thought about it, the more incensed they became.

The elders of Sancthelm gritted their teeth, seething with rage.

"He’s gone too far!"

"That Demon killed our Sancthelm’s elders in such a humiliating way, turning them into skeletons and hanging them from flagpoles! After committing such an utterly depraved act, he now has the gall to host a first-month banquet for his child? Ptui!"

"Who in their right mind would ever fall for that Demon?"

"If you ask me, she must have been forced. The woman probably isn’t with him willingly. What a tragedy." The more they considered it, the more likely this seemed.

「Meanwhile, at Ashkaron Palace.」

In Celeste Grant’s courtyard, she rubbed her nose.

"Strange, I feel like someone’s thinking about me."

She was shaking a rattle, playing with her daughter. The baby was awake, drooling a little from time to time.

"Sweetheart, look at the rattle Daddy made for you. Do you like it?"

The rattle had a red-eyed skull painted on it. With an aesthetic like that, it was obviously the handiwork of her dear old dad.