The Demon King' Chapter 235: Can't Think of Names

For a week, I didn't leave the room at all.

And during this week, I rembered very well why I don't like children.

Swaddling cloths. These endless swaddling cloths that need to be washed of their shit every ti.

Alright, we are still lucky—we are mages. For , it takes a second. But how ordinary people deal with this, to be honest, I don't want to understand.

Alastia fed them ti and ti again. Then they cried again. Then she fed them again. Then soone cried again.

And at night... How can she even sleep?

I couldn't close my eyes at all at night. I constantly checked if they were breathing. Sotis they breathed so quietly that it seed to

they were going to die right then.

And Alastia seed not to care. Actually, no. She did care. She was just probably too exhausted.

By the way, their eyes are also green.

All this week we couldn't co up with nas for them.

"Oh, I know," Alastia said abruptly.

I imdiately looked at her.

"Let's do Garo and Ada."

I stayed silent for a mont.

"Uuuuh..."

She grimaced herself.

"Yeah, you're right. Not really."

Then I decided to offer mine:

"Aka and Gana..."

Alastia looked at .

"That doesn't sound right."

I sighed heavily.

"Why are nas so complicated anyway?"

"Because they have to live with them later."

"You can live without nas too."

"No, you can't."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not going to call them 'hey you' and 'the second one' for the rest of my life."

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I looked at the children. Then at her.

"What about 'little brother' and 'little sister'?"

"No."

"Why? It's convenient for ."

"Zenkhald."

"What?"

"No."

I sighed even heavier and looked at both of them.

Lying there. Silent. Small. Green-haired. And not helping at all.

"If only they ca up with nas for themselves," I muttered.

Alastia chuckled quietly.

"Excellent idea. We'll wait about five years. Maybe by then they will choose."

"And until then?"

"Until then, think."

"I am already thinking."

"You're thinking poorly."

She only shook her head, and I looked at the children again.

No. We definitely still had to struggle with the nas.

On the second week, Mira ca.

She walked into the room, and as soon as she saw the children, so fanatical fire ignited in her eyes.

"My little niece and nephew..." she said quietly.

And imdiately took both of them in her arms.

I was already expecting one of them to start crying right now, but no. They didn't cry at all.

Mira examined them with such a look as if she had found two extrely rare artifacts.

"I see, I see," she began. Then she looked at the girl. "You, girl, are incredibly talented. And received a gift. The gift to see the truth. Takes right after ."

I almost died laughing right on the spot.

True, Alastia wasn't laughing at all at this mont. On the contrary, she tensed up very much.

Mira shifted her gaze to the boy and smiled differently now.

"And you, kid... I see. Ordinary."

After that, using levitation magic, she sent them both up, almost to the ceiling.

Alastia imdiately jumped up to catch them.

"I know," Mira said.

She poked her finger at the boy.

"Your na is Art. Arty."

Then she pointed at the girl.

"And you are Naya. Nayechka."

"Umm... Mira," I began. "Actually, here—"

She turned to .

"You two will take an eternity to pick nas here. You'll thank

later."

I fell silent.

Actually... Yes. Looks like they really got nas now.

Art and Naya.

POV: Mira and Aurora's Conversation

"When are you going to visit them?" Mira asked.

Aurora didn't even imdiately understand who she was talking about.

"Why would I visit them right now? Do I have nothing better to do or what?"

Mira looked at her a little longer than usual.

"Is sothing bothering you?" Aurora asked.

"Yes," Mira answered calmly. "I just can't understand why the children were even born."

Aurora beca interested.

"Were they not supposed to be?"

"They were not supposed to be."

"Why?"

Mira fell silent for a short while.

"Alastia is cursed," she said. "Her curse kills every living thing she touches. And Zenkhald is cursed himself."

"But he doesn't die."

"Because his curse is much higher."

Aurora cast a sidelong glance at her.

"What does 'higher' an?"

Mira slowly exhaled.

"You can believe it or not, but a curse was placed on him either by a god, or sothing so powerful that there is almost no difference. His curse is unlike anything I have ever seen."

Aurora remained silent.

Mira continued:

"Because of it, he doesn't age. He cannot die. You cannot make a blood or soul contract with him. Neither he with soone, nor soone with him."

Mira continued. "His mory gets wiped every 15 years. The mories. But for so reason, the knowledge remains. Languages. Numbers. thods. Formulas. Techniques. Especially muscle mory. He might forget who he is, but his body will still know how to move, how to kill, how to cook, how to write, how to hold a weapon."

Mira shifted her gaze to the side.

"And that's not all. If he is cursed with sothing else, poisoned, injured—after the reset, it is removed. I have never seen his curse being passed down through inheritance. It cannot be passed on. Cannot be replaced. Cannot be shifted. It cannot even be properly replicated. It is too..."

"Then why are the children alive?"

Mira chuckled weakly.

"If I knew for sure, I would have already said it. There are many theories. I won't be able to verify a single one of them."

Only one question wouldn't leave Aurora's head. Why is she telling

all this? She knows my intentions.