The crimson princess

Pov Dia,

It's definitely a day of good news—I just found out that my mother is pregnant, meaning this child will become the Gremory heir.

That means I'm free from any future political duties, if there were ever any to begin with.

Also, Sera will soon have a sister, and I hope they become close friends, just like Sera and I.

The second piece of good news is the reason I'm on the move right now.

I arrived at a Bael family hospital, and as I walked through the halls, all the doctors bowed to me in respect.

I made my way to a specific operating room—the one where Misla had just given birth to Sairaog.

I stopped in front of the closed door, giving the couple some privacy since this was a significant moment for them.

At least, that's what I thought—until I suddenly sensed a demonic energy filled with murderous intent coming from the other side of the door.

Without hesitation, I threw the door open and quickly assessed the situation.

Lord Bael had his hand raised, and it was about to strike Misla.

I grabbed his arm directly, squeezing it so hard I was close to breaking his bones.

Dia: "Has no one ever taught you not to attack a woman who has just given birth to your son?"

Lord Bael: "This incompetent woman has only managed to give birth to a single child after a thousand years, and he doesn't even possess the slightest bit of demonic energy."

Turning to the child Misla was holding in her arms, I could feel that he indeed had no demonic power.

Dia: "So what? Maybe he would have had more if you had the grace to look at your wife instead of seeking out another."

Lord Bael glared at me with hatred before yanking his arm free from my grip and turning his back.

Lord Bael: "From this moment on, I forbid you or your son from ever standing before me again. You are also forbidden from using the prestigious name of the Bael family."

After he left, I turned immediately to Misla, who had begun to shed tears.

Misla: "Why is all this happening to me? I just wanted to live a quiet family life, filled with love. Was it really so hard to ask for just that?"

Her eyes were red, and the look on her face made me think she was on the verge of giving up entirely.

I pulled her into a comforting embrace.

Dia: "You did nothing wrong. He never loved you, and he never will. I've watched you, and I know you're an amazing woman, devoted to your family. You were simply unlucky to have married him.

Now, I order you not to die. You still have a son who needs you, who will seek your love and attention. You can still go in search of true love, and when you find it, your dream will finally come true.

I will train your son until he proves that even without demonic energy, one can still become powerful. And when that moment comes, Lord Bael will regret everything he has done. You'll be able to give him a middle finger and tell him a big 'cheh.'"

She said nothing, but as she pulled away from my embrace, she fainted—tears still in her eyes, but her expression one of relief.

I promise that if Lord Bael ever tries anything else, I will kill him for everything he has done to his wife.

Dia: "Rimuru, prepare a room in the castle for Misla and her son. Put Lord Bael on Shadow Garden's watch list. Rain, go to Lord Bael and collect all of Misla's belongings. And you, Misery, go to the Sitri hospital and reserve a room for this poor woman."

The three maids, who had been nowhere to be seen until now, suddenly appeared and left immediately.

Dia: "I'm sorry for everything that has happened to you, Misla Bael—no, Misla Vapula."