The Witch's Child Could Never Be a Bratty Little Girl Like Kuma

Out in the yard, Kuma was swinging her hoe with such vigor it looked like it might strike sparks, working up a real sweat.

Her petite frame seemed to harbor boundless energy. As she worked, she hummed a tune that sounded impressive despite making no sense, her short red hair bouncing with every movement. It was a joyful sight.

Lynch sat on the steps beneath the eaves, a teacup cradled in his hands. Watching the scene unfold, he couldn't help but marvel.

"She really is full of energy..."

He turned his head to look at Felsy, who was sitting beside him, shelling beans.

Alas, even after transmigrating to another world, he still couldn't escape the endless supply of long beans.

After all, given the limited fertility of the soil, there were only a few types of common vegetables the village could grow.

He wondered if they'd be able to grow something new once he used his system rewards to improve the soil...

Today, Felsy was as beautiful as a painting, as always. Her eyes were downcast, her slender, nimble fingers splitting open the pods and letting the plump beans drop into the basket. The sunlight traced a golden halo along her profile, illuminating even the fine peach fuzz on her skin.

"Wifey," Lynch suddenly spoke up, a teasing lilt in his voice. "Say, if we ever have a kid and they turn out like Kuma—loud and bouncing off the walls all day with the energy of a Husky—would you be happy?"

Plop.

The bean slipped from Felsy's fingers and dropped into the basket.

Her hands completely froze. A bright crimson flush crept up her pale neck at a visible speed, spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

A... a kid?

For the esteemed Lady Demoness, that word clearly packed far too much destructive power.

Sure, they were legally husband and wife, and sure, they had engaged in some intimate contact last night... which is to say, a massage.

But abruptly leaping to the topic of having kids was enough to make Felsy's brain short-circuit for a solid second.

Just picturing it...

A little silver-haired girl, or perhaps a black-haired boy, running circles around her and calling her Mom...

Felsy's cheeks burned, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it might burst right out of her chest.

To mask her panic, she quickly schooled her features into a stern expression. She forcibly channeled her ice magic to cool her flushed cheeks, retreating behind her usual aloof and icy facade.

Turning her head, she fixed Lynch with a seemingly detached stare from her purple eyes, though a barely perceptible tremor betrayed her voice:

"What? Do you... really want a child?"

In the worldview of the demons, reproducing usually meant passing down bloodline powers or breeding stronger warriors.

When seeking a mate, many male demons placed the utmost importance on a female's fertility and the purity of her bloodline, often treating reproduction as a mandatory obligation.

Was Lynch... thinking the same thing?

Was he starting to consider such matters just because he felt his body had recovered a bit?

Facing Felsy's probing and slightly nervous gaze, Lynch merely offered a gentle smile.

He set down his teacup. Rather than dodging the topic, he looked deeply into her eyes.

"Of course I'd love one. Having a little one running around the house would definitely make things livelier. It would feel more like a real home."

He paused, his tone softening as if he were tending to a fragile treasure.

"But all of that comes second to you."

"Your health has only just begun to improve, and you still need a long time to recover. Having a baby is exhausting and takes a massive toll on the body. I don't want you to suffer through that."

Lynch reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"To me, whether we have kids or not isn't really that important. What matters is you. As long as you're by my side, safe and healthy, I'm already perfectly content."

"As for kids... we can talk about that whenever you're fully recovered and feel like you're ready. And if you never want them, then we'll just spend the rest of our lives enjoying each other's company. That sounds pretty great to me, too."

A gentle breeze swept past the wind chimes hanging from the eaves, ringing out in a crisp, clear melody.

Felsy stared blankly at the man before her.

His gaze was clear and earnest, entirely devoid of falsehood or pretense. He truly meant every word.

He was putting her first.

Not for the sake of bloodlines, not to carry on the family name, and not even for his own desires. It was simply because... he cherished her and cared for her.

Felsy felt as though something had fiercely struck her heart. It ached and swelled, yet a wave of indescribable sweetness washed over her.

In her experience, weren't men who wanted children always so demanding and impatient about it?

That was certainly how demons operated; traditionally, their treatment of their wives was rather brutish.

Even the affection of her father, the high and mighty Demon King, was tainted with the utilitarian expectation that she was his most perfect heir.

But Lynch...

"Idiot..."

Felsy lowered her head and picked up another bean, trying to hide the emotional ripples welling up in her eyes.

"Who... who said I wanted to spend the rest of my life alone with just you..."

she muttered, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Hm? What was that?" Lynch hadn't caught it, leaning in a little closer.

"I didn't say anything!"

Felsy shot him a glare. Desperate to dispel the blush-inducing, heart-pounding atmosphere, she redirected her gaze back to Kuma, who was currently acting like a maniac in the yard.

At the moment, Kuma had her rear end stuck in the air as she tried to pry a massive boulder out of the dirt. She was shouting bizarre nonsense like, This is the cornerstone of the Demon King's Castle! and Liftoff!, looking entirely devoid of any ladylike grace.

As she watched, Felsy's bashful expression gradually melted away, replaced by a cold sneer of absolute disgust.

Like Kuma?

Felsy recalled all of Kuma's glorious exploits back on the Demon Continent.

Relying on her extraordinary natural talent, this beast-eared loli had been a notoriously bratty menace within the Scorched Earth Guard.

Not only did she cause trouble all day and blow up training grounds, but she also loved to sarcastically mock her opponents. Once, she had even drawn a turtle on His Majesty the Demon King's throne... If it weren't for the fact that she was incredibly strong and actually useful, Felsy would have turned her into a fur scarf a long time ago.

If her own child grew up to act like that...

Running around all day calling people weakling and small fry, or tearing the roof off the house...

A vein throbbed on Felsy's forehead.

"Absolutely not!"

She spoke coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"If our future child turns out anything like her, I'll break their legs."

"A child of mine must be elegant, dignified, and well-educated! They will absolutely not turn into such a... such a disgraceful embarrassment!"

Looking at his suddenly murderous wife, Lynch couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say. Our kid will definitely take after you, beautiful, smart, and quiet."

...

Meanwhile, out in the yard.

Kuma, who was still locked in battle with the stubborn boulder, suddenly felt her sensitive beast ears twitch.

Had she just heard some alarming keywords?

"Child?"

"Break their legs?"

Kuma straightened her back and scratched her head in bewilderment, staring blankly at the two people under the eaves.

What was going on?

Were those two discussing their baby-making plans? Was their relationship progressing that fast?

And why were they talking about breaking legs? Could they be discussing some high-tier demonic body-tempering secret art? Breaking someone's legs from a young age and resetting them just to temper their bone density?

Gasp... As expected of Lady Witch! To think she would be so ruthless toward her own offspring! Is this the way the strong educate their children?

Kuma shuddered, her gaze toward Felsy filling with even more awe and reverence.

"Never mind, never mind. This kind of noble family secret isn't something a lowly agent like me should be listening to."

"I should just hurry up and build the demon lair! As long as I construct this base properly, when the little young master is born in the future, he will definitely make sure I get a bite to eat!"

Thinking of this, Kuma became even more motivated.

"Hah! Stone-Shattering Spell!"

She let out a loud roar and brought her hoe down heavily, smashing that innocent stone to smithereens.

"For Lady Witch! For the future little young master! Back to work!!"

Lynch: "..."

Watching Kuma suddenly act as if she had been pumped full of adrenaline, Lynch shrugged at Felsy.

"See? I told you this kid was full of energy."

Felsy facepalmed.

"...Indeed."

"But I still stand by my point—our child absolutely cannot turn out like her."