communion

"Her eyes are very pure, just like when you were a child." César's killing intent was gone, and his faint smile gave people the illusion of his gentle nature.

"So, are you willing to save her?"

"Yeah." César responded, "You will be sad when she dies, won't you?"

"Is it still for me after all?" Cantrella showed a helpless and sweet expression.

"Yes." César cut his wrist and fed a few drops of blood to the artificial demon, "I love you, and you are the only one."

"It won't be any time soon." Cantrella took off his coat and hugged the artificial demon whose wound was almost healed. "Look, does she look like our child?"

César paused, recalling that the birth of offspring in human culture often means "the crystallization of love", and then seeing Cantrella holding the child and tilting his head to show him a sly look, he suddenly gave birth to a trace of warmth, but Different from his feelings for Cantrella, the expression he looked at the artificial demon was also complicated. In Cantrella's words, it was a kind of confusion of "becoming a father for the first time".

The artificial demon's vitality is extremely strong, and after drinking César's blood, the wound healed in sevens and eighties. Cantrella put her on the bed, covered her with a soft quilt, and squeezed her chubby hands from time to time. Seeing this, Zell tentatively pulled the hand of the artificial demon—it really looked like a family of three.

After a while, the artificial demon woke up. She opened her big round eyes, showed a bright smile to Cantrella, and uttered two vague syllables to him in a childish voice: "ma...ma... ..."

Cantrella's face darkened, and César couldn't help laughing.

Cantrella cast a "shut up" look at César, and pointed at himself at the artificial demon, "I'm dad."

Then pointing at César, he taught the child seriously: "He is the mother, do you understand?"

She took revenge on César in a flash.

Unexpectedly, the child didn't know whether he was too clever or too stupid, so he smiled brighter at César, pointed at him with his little finger, and called him very clearly: "Daddy."

César laughed even more wildly: "Unexpectedly, the little guy has a fledgling effect. Once you recognize it, you can't change it."

"Forget it, it's just a different name, I admit it." Cantrella spread his hands, overwhelmed by the joy of being recognized by a little life, "What name do you think should be given to her?"

César thought for a moment, and a name appeared in his mind very naturally, "How is Rachel?"

Since then, there has been a warm children's room in the castle, where a little monster named Rachel lived.

Rachel was four or five years old when she first arrived in Tartaros, and Cantrella's childhood clothes seemed too loose for her, so she accidentally tripped over herself and fell into it crying. Cantrella or Cesare's arms.

Finally, one day, Cantrella asked, "Ceizer, can you make clothes?"

"Huh?" Cizell paused, "I read sewing books when I made you a rabbit doll."

Cantrella blushed slightly, and quickly kissed César on the cheek, "Then please."

So Rachel got her first little dress—an exquisite tutu with intricate lace that Cecil sewed by herself.

Cantrella helped Rachel tidy up her skirt, combed her slightly curly flaxen hair neatly, pinched her baby fat face with satisfaction, turned her face and smiled at César: "Look, we Rachel is as cute as a doll."

César raised his eyebrows, took out a satin bow hair clip made of leftover materials, and put it on the back of Rachel's head, "It's even cuter this way."

"Really?" Rachel touched her skirt excitedly and cautiously, her amber eyes were bright and clear like kittens, staring at the two handsome youths in front of her, "Is Rachel really cute? "

"That's right." César flicked Rachel's forehead, squinting his eyes, like a wild animal looking at a cub, "You are my child and Cantrella's."

"Then..." Rachel showed a big smile, "Rachel is no longer a monster, right?"

After asking, he slowly lowered his head, clutching the corner of his skirt, like a little sinner waiting to be judged.

Cantrella sighed softly, squatted down and looked at Rachel and said, "You are different, you are not a monster, you are and only Rachel."

"Remember." Cizell said in a deep voice, "No matter what you were like in the past, from now on, you are a child of Tartarus, and no one will ever insult you."

"Well, I understand." Rachel stretched out her small hands, grasping Cantrella's and César's hands respectively, and said seriously like an oath: "Rachel is not a monster, Rachel is just Rachel .”

one year later.

Rachel held a huge picture book in front of Cantrella and said, "Cantrella, can you read me a story?"

"Not good." Cantrella smiled slightly, put down the poison experiment at hand, and "ruthlessly" took away Rachel's favorite storybook, "Now is the time for you to follow César to learn actual combat."

A year ago, César and Cantrera agreed that the only way to get rid of Rachel's inferiority complex about her status as a "monster" was to make her stronger, so after Rachel got used to the life of Tartaros, They started a parenting plan—Cezel taught Rachel actual combat, and Cantrella taught her how to read and write and prepare potions. The strange thing is that Rachel's fighting talent is obviously higher, but she always Like to cling to Cantrella, for example, at this moment, after being rejected by Cantrella, Rachel flattened her mouth and said pitifully, "Rachel just wants to be with her mother."

"Huh? You don't want to go to actual combat today?" Cantrella knelt down in front of Rachel and touched her little head, "Don't you like Cesare?"

"No, Rachel likes Cantrella and Césarelle the most, but..." Rachel compared the length of her little finger, "I like Cantrella a little more."

"why?"

"Because Cantrella likes Rachel a little more." Rachel whispered in Cantrella's ear, "Ceizer is very cruel to Rachel, always beating Rachel back and forth .”

Cantrella laughed dumbfounded: "You are such a fool, César loves you no less than I do. He taught you to fight to make you stronger, so he can only be stricter with you."

"So that's the case." Rachel completely believed Cantrella's words, and realized that César didn't hate her, so Rachel's eyes lit up a little.

"Also, let me tell you a secret." Cantrella gave a smirk, "All your little skirts are made for you by César."

As soon as this remark was made, for a long time afterwards, César always had a little Douding sticking to her side—the kind who couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard she tried, and would twitter and call her daddy.