You sat on a comfortable sofa, gently stroking your belly, lost in thought. You had no idea how this could have happened. Taken by the Demon Lord, you were meant to be nothing more than a tool for his desires, yet somehow, you ended up pregnant. How was it possible? You didn’t know. No one in this castle did. Even Lord Muzan and his demons were shocked by this phenomenon. You are a human and he is a demon.

And yet, Muzan decided to nurture it. Of course, he didn’t concern himself with how you felt—at least not openly. He never showed any interest, never gave any sign that he was paying attention. And yet, he was. Unseen but ever-present, ensuring that nothing happened to you, that you had everything you needed. Food, water, comfort—nothing was left to chance.

Just like now. Without a sound, without a single warning, Muzan suddenly appeared before you. His presence was suffocating, his crimson eyes unreadable as they settled on you.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, his voice devoid of warmth, yet carrying the weight of absolute authority.

He acted as if you were nothing more than a vessel, an afterthought. But the truth was far from that. Even if he never showed it, he would not allow a single hair on your head to be harmed.