Old Ancestor

It has been roughly an entire month since Simon told Malece about his expectations for everyone. Since then, the workload and training had increased in difficulty exponentially, pushing everyone to the edge. Blood sweat and tears would be an accurate way to describe it. Everyone was sweating, bleeding and crying after training. It was simply torturous, even for devil standards. However, Simon had done worse, so he expected no one to give up. If they gave up, it was a will problem rather than a talent problem. If Simon could do more, then they could at least do this much.

"Hubby…" Malece affectionately spoke as she latched onto Simon's topless body.

"Please don't call me that. 'Darling' is just fine." Simon turned over in bed and grumbled.

"Don't be like that! You have already forgiven me, so let's be more friendly, okay?" Malece pouted somewhat cutely.