Chapter 481

“Were you waiting for me?” Lawrend asked in slight surprise.

“I wasn’t sure that you would sleep here. I felt your magic from afar, Master,” Ramiela replied

“You did? That was so far away.”

Lawrend was shocked. He was fairly sure that no one should be able to sense his magic that far away.

“It was faint, but I knew that you went out to practice your magic,” Ramiela replied.

“I see. Is it because you’re an angel?” Lawrend asked.

“Mm. Now, Master, do you want to sleep beside me?” Ramiela asked.

In total, there were two large beds in the room. Ramiela was sleeping beside Nephilim while Humility, Nao, and Courage were sleeping on the other bed. Ramiela suspiciously kept the other bed for herself.

“Alright.”

Lawrend felt that it wasn’t that bad to sleep beside her. He had never done this before with her.

He walked towards her bed and snuggled into the blanket. Nephilim slept in the middle of them.

Lawrend observed her cute sleeping face and smiled. It was still hard to see her distinct facial features, but he was able to see a faint resemblance with Ramiela.

“Isn’t she cute?” Ramiela asked with a smile on her face.

“You know, it feels surreal that I woke up and suddenly have little kids,” Lawrend replied.

“Mm. I can understand, Master. Time is but a fleeting moment. But I don’t want this moment to pass.”

Ramiela’s hand moved under the blanket, and she held on to his. She looked into his eyes lovingly.

“Master and… my God, thank you for giving me a child.”

Ramiela’s eyes were filled with worship and fervor. She looked just like a devout religious believer.

“God… I’m still far from that. Just call me Master,” Lawrend replied.

He felt weird having someone call him ‘God’. Back in his previous world, those who proclaimed that they were gods were scammers.

But in this world… It may be possible that he could become a God. A true god that can wield earth-shattering strength was possible. His current strength was even enough for him to convince everyone in his previous world that he was a god.

“In my heart, you will always be my God. Ever since you accepted me as your angel, I can’t get that thought out of my mind,” Ramiela replied.

There was a calm and serene expression on her face.

“I understand. You will always be my angel maid,” Lawrend replied to her.

A smile beamed on Ramiela’s face. She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

“Good night.”

“Good night, Master.”

Lawrend turned his head back to Nephilim. He observed her sleeping face for a while before he also fell asleep.

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“It has been a while. Do you know your crimes?”

The goddess stood in front of Lawrend. She looked down at him coldly after she said those words.

“Crimes? What did I do?” Lawrend asked in puzzlement.

“The soul is something that even I cannot create. It is something that ‘he’ created. Tampering with it can lead to an unknowable outcome,” the goddess said.

“Are you saying that I shouldn’t have placed mana pathways on my soul?” Lawrend asked.

“Correct. You will never be able to enter into the cycle of reincarnation of this world. Your soul is too tampered with for the world to know what to do with it,” the goddess continued.

“But I can feel that I became stronger. Doesn’t it make more sense for me to strive to live forever instead of desiring to die and be reborn in a body where I will never awaken my memories?”

“A-Ah…” the goddess’ face panicked for a moment before she quickly recovered.

“Y-Yeah, but you don’t know the future, right? What if you die?” the goddess said.

“I see. Then I will study it more,” Lawrend replied.

She was right. He will never be truly sure that he won’t die again in the future. If he does, then he would truly be gone. At least, if he reincarnated, then he would be living another life.

“It’s good that you understand. Stop modifying your soul,” the goddess said and nodded at him in satisfaction.

“Thank you. I will keep that to mind,” Lawrend replied humbly.

“Congrats on your children. Off you go,” the goddess coldly said and waved her hand.

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Before Lawrend could do anything, the world turned black. He groggily opened his eyes and saw a ceiling.

He turned his head to the right.

“Good morning, Master,” Ramiela said.

The smile on her face was a huge contrast compared to the time he first saw her. She truly mellowed out to him.

“Good morning, Ramiela,” Lawrend replied.

“Hmmmm..? Master, where is my good morning?” Humility asked as she rose from the bed.

She still looked sleepy as she looked at him.

Lawrend smiled at her.

“Good morning, Humility.”

“Hehe. Good morning, Master.”

Lawrend felt satisfied. It would really be nice if he could do this every day. Wake up to his maids, take care of his children, fuck them, eat, and then sleep.

Alas, that was all wishful thinking. He still needed to take back the Undrasil Kingdom.

Lawrend sat up from the bed and looked at them.

“I have decided. After that competition, we will return to the kingdom. I will not back down,” Lawrend said with words filled with determination and will.

He had the red crystal that his ancestor gave him, anyway. He could protect himself and his family.

If the worst came, he would reveal that he was a part of the Ignis Clan. The Blumin Emperor should know about that clan more than he does.

“Master…”

Ramiela and Humility looked at him silently.

“Of course. I won’t let any of you get hurt. Don’t worry. I won’t go around challenging Earth Mages,” Lawrend said.

“We will follow your orders, Master,” Ramiela replied, and she nodded her head with Humility.

As for Nao, she was still sleeping.

“Alright. It’s next month, right? I will spend that time to make it up to all of you,” Lawrend said.

“Yes!” Humility nodded her head happily.