Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 790: Who Does She Look Like?



After returning to Dud Manor, Ethan, Joanne, and Hecate were immediately surrounded by their friends and loved ones.

"Where did you guys go?" George asked. "The three of you are lucky-classes were temporarily suspended for a week, so you didn't miss any classes."

"We went to fight a Demigod, Sir George," Joanne replied. "It was an eye-opening experience."

George chuckled after hearing Joanne's reply.

"I also fight Demigods as a hobby," George stated. "They're fun opponents right?"

"The one we fought was a pervert who wanted to marry us," Joanne answered. "If brother didn't appear to save us, he might have just succeeded in his plan."

"A pervert?" George arched an eyebrow. "Tell me more about it."

"I don't want to." Joanne firmly shook her head. "Just the thought of that guy's face makes me feel like punching people."

Joanne raised her clenched fist, making the members of Dud Manor look at her with smiles on their faces.

Since she was a very cute girl, seeing her angry side made them feel like hugging her tightly. "Anyway, let's set aside Joanne's and Hecate's issue for now," George stated. "Where have you been these past few days, Ethan?"

Ethan decided to come clean and told everyone about the incident with the Ravens.

Unlike Joanne's story of fighting against a Demigod, which only Ethan's lovers believed, the issue with the Ravens was a far more believable topic to the other members of Dud Manor. They were their partners and Spirit Guides, so anything related to them was serious business. "Order of the Blood Fangs?" George frowned. "This is the first time I've heard the name of this organization. But they really came a long way from Midgard just to annoy us, huh? Those bastards are lucky they haven't managed to cross my path."

Everyone in the Manor believed Ethan because they already knew what kind of guy he was.

He wasn't the type to lie about these kinds of things, which was why they believed his story completely.

"Now that the incident has been resolved, classes will definitely resume on Monday." George commented. "But I have a feeling that this issue isn't over yet."

The Head Prefect of Dud Manor shot Ethan a meaningful look, which made the latter nod his head in agreement.

"I'll go back to my Manor for now," Joanne said. "My friends might be worried about me."

The friends that Joanne was talking about were the retainers who followed her to Brynhildr Academy.

When their Young Miss disappeared, they became very anxious and looked for Enzo and the other members of the Protector Clans inside the academy.

It wasn't until Professor Rinehart informed them about Joanne's whereabouts that their anxiety decreased, albeit just a bit. Since then, they waited for their Young Miss to return to them.

"You should apologize properly to them for making them worry," Ethan stated.

"I will." Joanne nodded before leaving Dud Manor to return to her own Manor.

But just as the young lady was about to leave the door, she glanced back at her brother and thought of something mischievous.

"Brother, your baby looks really cute." Joanne smiled like the little devil that she was. "I'm glad to have a cute niece!"

After throwing that bomb, Joanne left Dud Manor with a big smile on her face, knowing that her words would cause chaos later.

Joanne giggled when she heard gasps of shock and grunts of frustration fill the silence just before the front door of Dud Manor closed fully.

"Don't believe her," Ethan hurriedly said. "I don't have a baby. At least, not yet... maybe... I think?"

Ethan, who had done it countless times with his lovers, always thought that they drank potions to prevent childbirth.

He could still remember the words Lily told him during their honeymoon.

"If contraceptive potions didn't exist, you would have definitely made me pregnant by now since we're doing it every day."

Of course, she wasn't the only one whom he had been doing the deed with everyday.

His other Lovers, who also stayed in the Villa with them, had also been embraced by him everyday.

Luna and Lilian glanced at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Both of them made sure to drink potions whenever they made love with Ethan, so they were certain that neither of them was pregnant right now.

At least, not yet.

When everyone dispersed, Ethan went back to his room with Luna and Lilian.

Lilith jumped out of Ethan's shadow and also joined the conversation.

"I saw the baby in the painting," Lilith said with a smile. "She's so cute and looks just like Master."

"Who does she look like?" Luna asked.

She had told Ethan that she didn't mind giving birth to his child after she graduated from the Academy, which would happen in another two years.

"It's hard to say," Lilith, who had taken her Catkin form, rubbed her chin. "I only saw half of her face because she was sleeping on Ethan's lap. But... if I had to make a guess, I believe that she looked like me."

Luna and Lilian both looked at the Catkin in amusement.

Clearly, neither one of them believed that the baby belonged to her.

"I wish I could have seen her," Luna said as she gave Ethan's hand a light squeeze.

"Me too," Lilian, whose face was already beet-red after thinking about becoming the mother of Ethan's child, commented.

Seeing their flushed expressions, Ethan couldn't help but feel something warm spread in his

chest.

He would be lying if he said that seeing the baby, who looked like him, in the painting didn't make him feel happy.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

His sharp memory allowed him to remember exactly what she looked like.

Her chubby and adorable cheeks.

Her small nose and cute lips.

He remembered them all.

Also, basing on what he saw, he could somewhat guess who the mother was.

But since he couldn't be a hundred percent sure that the Painting of Enlightenment wasn't teasing him, he dared not to make assumptions at this point in time.

So for now, he decided to focus his attention on his inevitable journey to Midgard, where he planned to deal with the Demigod, who was eyeing the Saintess of the Order of the Tidebringer.