"Speaking of which, if you use the 'Child of the Cup' ritual but don't include your own genetic material in it..."
Annan suddenly thought of something and asked, "Then wouldn't the child turn out exactly like me? After all, in this ritual, it would technically be a child of the Goddess of Cup and myself."
"It's fine, Annan. I've optimized the ritual."
Kafney answered softly, "I didn't just leave everything untouched. The child in that cup is indeed your and my child."
"I see... That's good."
Annan responded quietly.
Though he usually didn't need sleep, he now felt a bit tired.
Both of them were dressed in sleepwear—Kafney wore a plush, bright yellow pajama set that had a tea-brown hue, while Annan's was a plain, light blue silk pajama shirt that resembled a dress shirt.
The two seemed to belong to different seasons, different latitudes.
Annan was holding Kafney from behind, like clutching a warm plush bear or a large, gentle dog.
