Extra’s Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines - Chapter 393

Chapter 393: Cloth Cravings
Medusa thumped Azel’s forehead again… and again until his eyelids finally fluttered open.

He had been sleeping on the bed when it was already noon.

‘He’s very lazy, he didn’t even go anywhere yesterday.’ She thought as she puffed out her cheeks.

“Come on, hubby… wake up!”

Azel blinked blearily at the sight of her hovering over him.

When his vision finally focused, he smiled softly and leaned up to kiss her lips. “Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

Medusa sat back with both hands on her swollen belly.

Her posture looked more mature somehow… she was far more motherly than before.

It was still strange to see her with such a grown stomach, but her bloodline developed children faster than humans.

She was nearing her seventh-month appearance despite it only being almost a month.

“I’m… okay,” she said, her cheeks flushing when his hand brushed her stomach.

The baby kicked lightly and Medusa’s expression relaxed into a warm smile.

“I’m glad,” he murmured.

“Uhm… my clothes are kinda tight.” Her cheeks reddened further as she wrung her fingers together. “And you promised you’d come with me to get new ones today…”

Azel stretched his arms as he sat up. “Right. Right. I remember. We’ll go after I wash up.”

He grabbed his towel from the rack, and as he did, he asked, “How’s everyone else?”

“Well,” Medusa began, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Veyra went to the orphanage to keep her promise.”

Azel sighed inwardly.

He didn’t love the idea of adopting Aria’s son, he didn’t hate it either but he understood why Veyra insisted. If the boy’s fate remained mishandled, another calamity or another enemy might sprout from it.

And Azel had enough on his plate without leaving loose ends.

‘It really is like Gojo and Toji… if that boy is Megumi.;

“Lillia is training with Feng,” Medusa continued, “though training isn’t really the right word… it’s more like bullying. I think we should hire a proper magic instructor for her soon.”

Azel chuckled while tossing his towel over his shoulder. “Yeah. She needs one. Her magic’s way too strong for Feng to handle.”

She was the child of the witch after all and had immense magical potential, if anything he was the one at fault for not giving her more to work with.

“And to think she’s bullying Feng? I’ll have to bully him a bit myself later,” Azel muttered. Then he raised his voice. “Lillia!”

Instantly, his daughter appeared in a flicker of pink light.

She wore a black dress dusted in dirt, and her bright hair had a smudge of mud on one side.

Still, she looked adorable… far too adorable for her own good.

“Yes, Father,” she said politely.

Azel’s face scrunched.

‘I can’t still get over the fact that she stopped calling me Papa… She’s ten… This is too fast… Too fast!!’

“Go bathe and put on a nice dress,” he instructed gently, patting Medusa’s shoulder. “We’re going out to buy new clothes for Mama.”

“Okie!” She nodded cheerfully before blinking out of the room again.

Medusa covered her cheeks with her hands. “She’s really cute… I wonder what our child will look like.”

“He or she will be beautiful,” Azel said without hesitation. “They’ll have your genes.”

He started toward the bathroom, then paused and opened the door again.

“Wait… did you bathe yet?”

“Uhm… no,” Medusa admitted quietly.

He crooked a finger. “Get in.”

She flushed scarlet but obeyed, slipping inside with him as he closed the door behind them.

…

Later that afternoon, the three of them walked through Lepreun Town.

It was as lively a small town could be with vendors shouting, carts rolling down the stone roads, bright fabrics strung overhead like festival banners.

Lillia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement.

“Father! Look!” she said, pointing at a bunch of balloons floating into the sky.

The vendor who lost them was jumping hopelessly to retrieve them, cursing under his breath in pure helplessness.

“Should we help him?” she asked.

“No,” Azel said calmly, shaking his head. “Just watch.”

She tilted her head in confusion but obeyed. Medusa rubbed her swollen belly thoughtfully as she followed his gaze.

Lepreun Town wasn’t just beautiful. It was a disaster point. The second calamity occurred here in the original timeline.

Reinhardt would be assigned to this region, accompanied by certain heroines. The disease outbreak, the ritual, the sacrifice… Azel intended to leave nothing to chance this time.

‘I can’t afford to let calamities unfold as they once did,’ he thought. ‘I barely have time to manage a household, my territory, and keep three goddesses satisfied. I’m not adding global disasters to that list.’

He would prevent every calamity he reasonably could. And he would face the unavoidable ones on his terms…

As for why he didn’t want to help, in Lepreun, there were barely any mages or swordsmen to begin with.

Supernatural abilities were rare among the townsfolk.

To live here, or even gain entry into the town, one needed approval from an upper-classman with direct ties to the mayor.

That was how strictly regulated magical presence was in this town and the other regions around.

Azel didn’t want to draw any unnecessary eyes toward them; the fewer people who suspected anything about their abilities, the safer their quiet life would remain.

Besides the only person that could use magic here was the Priest.

“Hey, that’s the store!” Medusa clasped his hand and pulled him forward.

Her pace had increased considerably… pregnancy cravings extended to clothes now, apparently.

Lillia puffed her cheeks, tugging on Azel’s other hand with a shy pout. “Papa… slow down.”

Both of them froze immediately and turned to her.

She smiled sweetly.

“Carry me.”

Azel didn’t even pretend to think about it. He scooped her into his arms and kissed her forehead.

‘Papa is mine…’ she thought triumphantly as she snuggled into his chest.

They reached the clothing shop shortly after. The seamstress… an older woman with gentle eyes greeted them warmly.

“Ah, Madam Medusa… you came.” Her gaze shifted to Azel, and she blinked three times.

He had silver hair, a handsome face and a nice figure. “And this is your husband?”

“Yes,” Medusa said proudly.

‘Lucky, Do you know how many people would kill to have a man like this?’ the seamstress thought but kept it to herself. “Please, let me show you the outfits that would suit your new figure, dear.”

She then looked at her assistant. “Please keep Sir company while we handle the fitting.”

Lillia hopped down to join the women. “I’ll help Mama choose!”

Azel smiled at them but didn’t follow into the fitting area. He let the assistant lead him toward the waiting chairs.

The assistant was a young man who was polite, and clearly uninterested in conversation. Azel appreciated that. It allowed him to relax, even if briefly.

Then a bird fluttered in through the window.

“What the—?!” The assistant stumbled back, nearly tripping over a table.

The bird, however, calmly perched on Azel’s shoulder. His messenger bird.

The only reliable way mail could reach him here without drawing much attention.

Azel opened the letter with a sigh, recognizing the neat handwriting instantly.

‘It’s time to meet Sybil’s parents, huh?’