I’m a Fake Saintess But the Gods Are Obsessed With Me

Boom—boom—boom—

And the sound of a boy crying came just in time.

“Huwaaa!!!”

I touched my forehead, and Cass chuckled.

“Looks like Harry is crying again. Maybe Melanie.”

He then looked at his watch and said.

“I’m going to go now. See you in the evening, Ariel.”

After nodding and greeting him, I left the room, heading toward the source of the noise.

Passing through the frozen hallway, I saw a hollow hole in the floor.

And inside, a boy with silver hair was crying sadly.

I went into the hole, put my hand between the child’s arms, and lifted him up.

“Huwaaa, Mom… Mom…!!”

[The God of Justice, Hetuse, stamps his feet.]

This seven-year-old boy had purple eyes that looked exactly like Diego.

Although he was the son of the Demon King, he was a soft-hearted child who couldn’t even kill a bug.

“Coo, my baby, are you okay?”

“

.”

After comforting the child while looking at his tear-filled eyes, I quickly turned my attention to the cause of this situation.

A girl with short red hair, five years old.

The child’s eyes were red, just like Kyle’s.

Somehow, except for the youngest, my children look exactly like their fathers.

Melanie stood at a distance, deliberately avoiding my gaze.

I left Harris, who was crying, in the care of Daisy for a while and went to Melanie.

And I sat down at eye level with her,

“Melanie.”

When I called her in a low voice, she flinched.

Then she slowly turned her gaze and made eye contact with me.

My face is reflected on the surface of her red eyes.

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, is restless and jumps up.]

[The God of Justice, Hetuse, insists that wrongdoing must be clearly revealed.]

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, bares his teeth and growls at Hetuse.]

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, stops the two Gods, saying that while the children fight the Gods even fight.]

“What happened?”

In response to my question, Melanie blinked her eyes twice and opened her mouth.

“Melanie… was just playing fight with Brother Harris.”

“Playing fight?”

“Last night, Mom only put Brother Harris to sleep. So, when I said I was going to ask to be put to sleep, he said no.”

Harris has lots of fears.

“Brother Harris is greedy, that’s why I told him to play fight to decide.”

A child who gets scared just by looking at the cover of a book that tells the story of the Demon Realm.

That’s why I often put him to sleep myself.

“It was just a fair fight over Mom.”

Fair fight, she says.

It’s a very complicated word for a five-year-old to say, but it’s obvious who she learned it from.

“I didn’t dig that hole. I just bumped into Brother and he was pushed out…”

Melanie trailed off her words.

I know that no matter how talented Melanie is as a national treasure, she can’t make a pit like this at the age of five.

She must have activated dark magic to prevent Harris, who was about to fall, from getting hurt.

“Yes, Melanie. I know.”

I stroked her head.

“Fair and fair competition isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but…”

Melanie’s red, strong eyes were looking at me.

“From now on, try to convince him with words, or if that doesn’t work, tell Mom.”

Then she nodded.

Melanie was a smart and strong child, just like Kyle.

When was the last time I saw her cry…

I didn’t even remember.

I stood up and whispered in Melanie’s ear,

“And I’ll make sure to put Melanie to sleep today.”

At my words, her frozen expression brightened.

Melanie grinned at me.

Although she might look emotionless, she was still a kid.

“I’ll call the workers to take care of the broken floor.”

I nodded at Daisy’s voice.

Then, looking a bit damp, I spoke to Harris, who was next to Daisy.

“Harris, shall we have tea time with Mom?”

Harris’s purple eyes twinkled.

Soon his small lips opened excitedly.

“Yes!”

***

Harris’s silver hair swayed in the warm wind.

Harris, who was in a much better mood than before, was holding a tea cup and enjoying tea time with me.

“You seem to be feeling better?”

“Yes, Mother.”

A light blush appeared on Harris’ cheeks.

He was such a gentle and tender child that one wondered how the Demon King Diego could have such a son.

But when I saw Harris, I couldn’t help but worry.

Diego’s voice was clearly heard on the day the child was born.

It was something that couldn’t be heard in vain.

I said I would let the child choose his own fate, but was it really right to raise him in a temple like this? I don’t know.

If he chooses the fate of the Demon Realm when he grows up, he will have to endure harsh hardships himself.

So, wouldn’t the current background of a child growing up like a flower in a greenhouse be a hindrance to the child’s future?

“Are you… worried about something?”

Harris looked at my expression and asked.

He’s also quick-witted.

“Harris, it seems like it’s been a while since you’ve seen Father.”

Harris’ complexion darkened a little at my words.

Diego was different from Reihausd, who was by my side every day, Cass, who came to visit me every day, and Kyle, who showed his face whenever he got the chance even though he was busy with government affairs.

A demon whose lifespan is different from that of humans. He’s the Demon King who holds the highest position among them all.

Because the work in the Demon Realm was so eventful, he could only visit the temple three or four times a month.

Every time he comes, he expresses his feelings by gifting rare demonic treasures to me and Harris… but there will inevitably be comparisons to Harris.

“Because my father… is different from other fathers.”

He was a weak yet deep child.

“That’s right. Your father… is truly special.”

Harris continued speaking with a downcast expression.

“But some people… say my father is evil and sinister.”

“Among the darkness and light that supports the world, he’s only in charge of the darkness. Just like there is no day without night, he’s just doing what he has to do.”

Harris’ eyes twinkled at my words.

“Does Mother… think so?”

I nodded.

I thought it would be necessary to stop priests from blabbering their mouths.

Then I spoke to Harris.

“You’re half human and half demon. You are like a flag of peace planted in a battlefield. You bring happiness to many people.”

“Mother…”

“You’re special, just like your father. You’re precious, Harris.”

Harris clutched his teacup as if he was moved.

A red blush appeared on his cheeks.

After a moment, Harris opened his mouth.

“When I grow up, just like Father, I want to become a strong and wonderful person… no, Demon King.”

“I see.”

“And like Mother, I want to become a warm being who gives life and strength to all things.”

I smiled brightly and answered.

“You can do both. Our Harris is a warm and cool kid.”

Harris’ eyes sparkled as if he was happy to hear my support.

But after a while, he lowered his gaze a little.

“Still… I will never be as strong as Melanie.”

Melanie, who was two years younger than him, knocks out her brother with one punch of her own.

She was already faster than Harris at running.

She inherited Kyle’s blood, so it can’t be helped.

“Being strong doesn’t necessarily mean strength.”

I pointed to Harris’ chest.

“You have to be strong here to be a truly strong person.”

“But Melanie also has a strong heart.”

“Harris is strong enough for Mother. You’re all the most loving and wonderful things in the world to me.”

Harris, who was worried about being compared to Melanie, seemed to be completely relieved by my words, and her expression relaxed.

Each child had different characteristics.

So, it was difficult to raise children and grow them according to their characteristics.

It might have been more difficult without fathers actively participating in childcare.

“It’s a leisurely morning.”

As I was smiling at Harris, a bass sound suddenly sounded behind me.

Turning my head, I saw Kyle coming towards us.

Harris flinched but greeted me with an excited expression.

“Hello, Your Imperial Majesty the Emperor. May you be blessed by the Eight Gods.”

“Yes. So you’ve been enjoying tea time with Mother, Harris.”

“I’ve finished mine, so I’ll just get up.”

Harris stood up and kissed me on the cheek.

“Have a great time.”

There was a loud noise outside, as if Nys and Melanie were playing.

Harris left the balcony.

“…It seems that you don’t have any work this morning.”

“I stayed up all night last night to have tea time with you.”

A year ago, the Emperor passed away and Kyle ascended to the throne.

As the Emperor ruling the Empire, he led the country in harmony and peace.

The power of the Empire became increasingly greater, and he received support from priests by giving sufficient autonomy to temples.

Suddenly, the praises of the priests came to mind.

Haha… At first I thought it was really ridiculous.

Four husbands.

“I couldn’t see the High Priest again today.”

While I was lost in thought, Kyle, who was sitting across from me, pursed his lips.