Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 147: Morning with Hazel

Morning rays broke over the horizon, illuminating a city that had narrowly skirted disaster.

The remains of demon eagles lay scattered in the foothills, the plague was curbed by the herbal remedy, and the Totem Serpent had faded into the mountains.

Among the populace, talk of condemnation or doubt toward the serpent all but vanished. Instead, they lauded the "Sky God Serpent" who had intervened at the city’s darkest hour.

At White Town, Walter Murphy reported to his higher-ups how the fiasco with tainted blood agent had been resolved, thanks to timely evidence and a certain unstoppable serpent overshadowing everything.

Meanwhile, in the fortress, Zack Reed and Victor Hale prepared official statements that recognized the Totem Serpent’s heroic act.

Unanimously, they agreed: any existing orders against it were void and must be revoked.

The night’s tension in Arcadia had finally lifted, thanks to the thunderous intervention of the Totem Serpent and the dissolving of the White Devil Eagles’ threat.

Over in White Town, emergency teams were finishing the cleanup, while soldiers at the West Fortress patched their wounds.

Most of those afflicted by the plague were steadily improving, thanks to the timely antidote from the Silverwood Region.

The citywide crisis that could have spelled disaster had reached a peaceful end.

Yet in an unassuming apartment on the quieter side of Arcadia, Luke found himself on the brink of a different kind of crisis: one involving no monstrous demons but, rather, three formidable women.

He tugged on his jacket collar, swallowing as his phone’s ringing cut through the early morning hush.

Luke paced in the living room, still processing the last few days.

When he wasn’t spearheading dangerous missions or directing rescue efforts, he had been meditating, absorbing leftover Nian Stones to refine his spiritual energy.

Between sealing away the Silver Dome Lord’s spirit and assisting in the plague’s antidote distribution, he hadn’t had a free moment.

He yawned, checking the time on a wall clock: a bit past eight. "Still so early, and the phone’s going crazy," he muttered, hearing its trill.

With a shrug, he picked it up—Hazel Ross’s name flashed on the screen. His gaze softened.

"Hello?" he said, a smile already forming.

On the other end, Hazel spoke with a gentle, expectant tone, "Luke, are you free today? My, um... ’relatives’ have left."

She giggled shyly. "I’d love to go for ice cream, like we said. If you can take me?"

A flash of realization crossed Luke’s face. Hazel had often complained about those unfortunate "relatives" preventing certain...activities. "Of course," he replied brightly, "I’ll treat you to the best ice cream in Arcadia. You just name the place."

Hazel’s cheerful laughter trickled over the line. "Great! Let’s meet in about an hour." She hung up after exchanging some quick details.

Luke sighed contentedly, tossing the phone on the couch. "Finally," he thought.

Over the past days, Hazel had been unavailable—caught up in the city’s crisis and other personal obligations.

Now, at last, he could enjoy her company. He stretched his arms, feeling pleasantly charged from the morning’s meditations.

He had barely stepped toward the door, however, when his phone buzzed again. "What next...?" he grumbled, plucking it up.

This time, the display read: Lenora Quinn—the formidable, no-nonsense vice presiding judge who had recently warmed up to him quite a lot.

Lenora Quinn picking this specific time to call gave Luke an ominous feeling. He swallowed. "Er... hello, Senior Sister," he greeted, voice steady as he could manage.

On the other end, Lenora gave a playful scoff. "I’ve told you—no more ’Senior Sister’ nonsense. Call me ’Sister Quinn’... or even just ’Lenora.’" Her voice sounded too friendly, almost conspiratorial. Luke felt a twinge of alarm.

He recognized the shift from her usual sternness. "Anyway, about that promise I made—to thank you properly for your help. If you’re free today, how about lunch?"

Luke mentally reviewed his schedule. He was meeting Hazel mid-morning, presumably for a cozy time (with possible further adventures). Then in the afternoon, a date with... That realization struck him with a jolt: He also had a semi-promise to get together with Tanya Reed.

And now, Lenora Quinn wanted lunch. The prospect of juggling them all in a single day made him break into a cold sweat. But men cannot say "No" to a friend’s invitation—especially not a fierce woman like Lenora.

"L-lunch might be tricky. I have something at noon," he lied deftly, "but how about an afternoon tea instead, around three? That good, Sister Quinn?"

Lenora gave a tiny laugh. "Tea, is it? Fine. I’ve got a place in mind. I’ll send you the address. And don’t forget—call me ’Lenora Quinn’ or simply ’Lenora’ in person. I’ll be waiting."

Click. She was gone. Luke stared at the phone, exhaling. "Whew," he muttered. "That was close."

He glanced at the clock again: eight-thirty. The day’s schedule was filling up too fast. Morning with Hazel Ross (ice cream).

Afternoon (around three) with Lenora Quinn for tea. Perfectly doable, as long as no other requests popped up. He chuckled to himself: Surely it can’t get more complicated...

But before he could even grab his keys, the phone rang a third time, shriller than before.

The moment he saw the name, his heart sank: Tanya Reed. She was the domineering teacher who’d originally taught him advanced combat—and recently had become, well, somewhat affectionate toward him.

"No, not now," he moaned. But he had to answer. With a forced calm, he swiped to accept the call. "Tanya—hey, good morning."

"Luke," Tanya’s tone was honeyed, carrying a hint of mischief, "still remember that dinner we postponed because of the city’s emergencies? Freed up now, right?"

Luke cleared his throat, scanning the clock again.

He had a morning date with Hazel, an afternoon tea with Lenora...dinner with Tanya? "Er... yes, sorry about that. I’m free... tonight?" His mind spun, seeing no alternative but to comply. "Eight o’clock, maybe?"

On the other end, Tanya made a soft, satisfied sound. "Perfect! Don’t stand me up, or I’ll find you and drag you there myself." She teased. "I’m not letting you slip away this time."