“Then I’ll see you next time.”

The No Offspring Tomb was the realm of the Specter. The Specter was in a perfect state, unlike Zeratul, who left the heavens and wasn’t complete. Rather, Grid resembled Zeratul at the time of the holy war. It meant he was fighting against the odds.

Marie Rose wanted to give Grid enough caution. However, she suppressed her heart and didn’t say it. She had faith that Grid would do well.

“Yes...”

“Huhut.”

The sight of Grid shaking while promising a reunion made Marie Rose smile. It was cute. It felt like he was seeing a child whining for nothing. She was looking forward to the child she would give birth to one day after mating with Grid. She wondered if the feeling when she sent her child on their first errand would be similar to now.

Of course, it was just a vain delusion. Marie Rose was actually skeptical about childbirth. How could she give birth to a child when she knew that her child would have to bear the curse and vengeance caused by her mother? It was grossly irresponsible. It was the reason why she didn’t urge Grid, who refused to play the role of Blood King, and at the same time, she doubted...