Chapter 2

02.

I declined the endless flood of formal visits and banquet invitations, needing quiet time to heal and cultivate.

Flint also needed guidance in his training.

Though he was not born of my flesh, he worked harder than anyone.

Every time he lost a sparring match against the senior disciples, he would pick himself up, clench his little fists, and promise me with bright eyes.

“Mother, I am your son. I will never let anyone look down on you!”

His words made me recall Casen, the young demon prince I had birthed.

Casen had always despised me, constantly whining that my weak mortal blood held him back and made him rank dead last in his trials.

As the sole heir of the Demon Overlord, he believed he was entitled to perfection.

Whenever anything went wrong in his life, he blamed it entirely on my humble mortal origin.

To him, only a woman of noble celestial blood like Princess Giselle was worthy of being his mother.

My biological son treated me like dirt, while this foundling stone child fought with all his might to bring me honor.

I stroked Flint’s hair and called him over to rest just as a messenger arrived at the gates.

“Goddess Kendra, the Crown Prince of the Demon Realm is critically ill, and his court has sent a desperate plea begging you to examine him.”