"You caught them?"
"Yes, we caught it, but..."
"But what?"
The other person lowered their head and said in a low voice, "Besides catching the culprit, we also...we also found a child."
"So what?" So what if they found a child? It's not like they haven't seen cubs in the demon realm before.
"It is your bloodline."
Upon hearing this, Sigol's expression finally cracked slightly: "What did you say?"
How could it be his bloodline?
"Yes...it's true, but we sensed that in addition to your bloodline, he also has elven blood."
Moreover, it wasn't a Night Elf, yet it miraculously came into being. It seems there might be another reason why His Majesty the Demon King was ambushed back then.
After all, the Demon King was so strong that no one expected that the two sides would fight to a standstill, and the Demon King even disappeared in that battle.
Therefore, the demons speculated that the people of the divine realm must have used some means to cause His Majesty's disappearance.
When Sigor heard what the other person said next, he was delighted. He knew that there must be another connection between them.
"I want to go see that child."
"Then let's go back to the Demon Realm now."
Sigol glanced back at what was behind him. Anyway, he would be back soon, so there shouldn't be any major problems.
…
Along the way, the other party explained to Sigir how the strange magic stone came to be.
It turned out to be the power within that child.
Sigol finally realized why he felt so familiar. He had thought it was because of the dark power that made him feel close to it, but it turned out to be the power of his bloodline.
When he walked up to the child, he saw a child who looked about the size of a seven or eight-year-old human.
Sigol knew that he couldn't grow up without his parents by his side, so even after five hundred years, he was still a child.
The other person looked up, their pure eyes filled with doubt, and asked the demon beside Sigor, "When can I see my father?"
Sigir looked at him and replied, "I am your father."
The young boy shook his head: "You're not."
Sigor directly activated his bloodline power to sense things, and the young boy finally sensed it: "You really are my father, then who is he?"
"He's a liar, he deceived you." Perhaps because he carried the blood of both himself and Wange, Sigor was not as calm as expected and still had a good impression of him, so he picked him up directly.
Perhaps because he had never been hugged like this before, the little boy was happy and hugged Sigir tightly.
"Where are we going?" The young boy asked, looking at his biological father carrying him away.
"I will take you to see your mother, but since your mother is an elf, I must conceal the demonic aura on you."
The word "mother" was unfamiliar to the young boy, yet he felt a faint sense of anticipation, so he obediently nodded.
Sigir was pleased with how obedient he was. She already had a good impression of him, and now that impression grew even stronger. The thought that he was proof of their love made her even happier.
As for the matter of the magic stones, since it has been mostly resolved, the rest that are still scattered among humans can be handled by human mages.
…
When Wan Ge opened her eyes, she saw a very beautiful child by the bedside, and the child's scent seemed very familiar.
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