Contrary to Mafo's happiness, Hesso was naturally concerned about the pregnancy news.
Crash!!
"I don't like this," he said, gritting his teeth as he paced across the room. "I'm the heir—wouldn't there be trouble if that baby is a boy?"
He paused, whipping his head to look at Misha, who was standing beautifully at the side.
"What do you think? Is it going to be a boy?"
Misha's disposition, at this time, was not very good. Hesso assumed it was because she was also worried about his position.
Of course she was. As a slave and as a woman, her current comfort was dependent on him!
That said, he couldn't help but stare at her for a long time.
Although Misha was a slave, she had the beauty, grace, and smarts of a proper noblewoman. She was an elementalist on top of that!
It wouldn't be too bad to have her as his official wife, and he had not stopped reminding her of their future if she served him well.
