Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 514.2: This Child Is Probably… (2)

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Midnight.

Roel sat on a chair by the window, gazing at the silver moon while adjusting his breathing. On the bed behind him, Charlotte had already fallen asleep.

It had been eight hours since their conversation with Peytra.

In order to test out the Primordial Earth Goddess’ blessing, the two of them had even skipped dinner.

Roel had always been the aggressive one when it came to their nightly battles, often going at it until Charlotte was forced to beg for mercy. The high elves’ weaker physique placed her at a disadvantage here. However, possibly due to the increased hopes of having a child, Charlotte gritted her teeth and held on for a very long time.

Touching the bite marks on his shoulder, Roel thought about how adorable Charlotte was when she tried to endure it with her shuddering body. With her unyielding spirit, Roel successfully pulled off a ‘ten draws’, just as Peytra had recommended.

This hadn’t been an easy achievement to unlock at all.

Even with his enhanced constitution as a high transcendent, Roel felt deeply lethargic after it was all over. He even had to hold onto the wall to stop himself from collapsing to the ground. To be honest, he felt like he had been too reckless here.

He knew where Charlotte’s limits were. Three hours was already a struggle for her, but she held on for eight whole hours, albeit being mostly out of it by the latter half. This was ridiculous even if it was for the sake of their child.

He solemnly warned himself against blindly going along with Charlotte’s whims in the future, even if she insisted on it. The last thing he wanted in the world was to hurt a woman he loved.

Roel shook those thoughts out of his head and took a sip of wine.

He then turned his attention toward his future plans. With the Diamond Rivière due to arrive in Rosa City in a few days’ time, he knew that it was time for him to consider matters he had been putting off thus far, such as where he ought to head next.

All this while, he had thought that the battlefield on the eastern border would be a good place

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