Llyold cleared his throat, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "It's because, in the first semester of a daemon pregnancy, the baby instinctively hides itself. That way, it can't be detected by some daemons—or even the mother herself!"
He crossed his arms, nodding in approval. "It's remarkable that His Majesty could sense it so quickly. This means you can now begin following the Xalvach House's customs."
His tone shifted into something more serious, causing Layla's expression to stiffen.
Her ears twitched, and she quickly protested, "F-Father! His Majesty might be mistaken! Shouldn't we confirm it with a doctor first?"
She knew the customs all too well. It wasn't bad… but it was boring as hell.
But Llyold remained firm. "Layla, His Majesty is never wrong. And now I focused on you, I can sense another weaker mana source within you."
His eyes narrowed. "If you postpone this, it could be dangerous for both you and the child."
