I Become Baby Mafia Boss

Most of demons' descendants either became battle slaves or got killed the moment they were discovered.

Because of this, anyone with the trait of the demon race would live a super hard life.

Joan didn't want Ainsley to be targeted because of that.

[Well, no worries. The layer of fluff will only appear for weeks.]

Wilhelm shrugged while circling Ainsley, who still didn't realize that she had fully summoned out her wings.

[After the end of the celestial war this time, the layer of fluff should have disappeared already.]

This means the baby could use her wings casually outside, even if it means others would know that she's a descendant of the blood clan.

[Anyway, I doubt we will have to hide our identities after the war ends. If we won, we wouldn't have to hide our identities, and if we lose...well.]

Wilhelm paused and smirked.

[We won't lose.]

If…even after a thousand years of preparation and help from other races, they couldn't push back the celestials and teach them a lesson...

Their blood clan might as well go extinct.

Joan was silent at Wilhelm's words and didn't say anything to refute him or agree.

Anyway, she also felt that Wilhelm was right, but what Wilhelm said was a bit overconfident.

Joan felt they shouldn't be too confident, but she knew how proud the blood clan could be.

​ So, Joan chose to divert the topic and mentioned Ainsley instead.

[I see...so Ainsley can freely show her wings to others in the future. This is good.]

Joan nodded in satisfaction before looking at Ainsley, who was still dumbfounded.

Now that the wings had fully come out, Ainsley didn't feel the pain anymore, and everything was better than before.

However, she was still confused about why the pain had suddenly disappeared, and a little weight was on her back.

Is it possible that the wings had fully come out, and they were now resting on her back??

Ainsley looked at Joan, and even without her questioning, Joan had guessed what the baby wanted to ask and immediately nodded at her with a smile.

"Yes. Congrats, Lil Ain. You have successfully summoned your wings!" Joan couldn't help but applaud and sincerely congratulate Ainsley.

She remembered that growing out wings meant maturity, and it was worthy of being celebrated.

Of course, how could a toddler mature early, but Ainsley was a transmigrator inside, so in a sense, she was already an adult.

All of this is just a formality.

Ainsley couldn't help but widen her eyes at Joan's words and looked at her with sparkling eyes as if Joan was her fairy Godmother or something.

"Really? I have wings now? I can't see the wings...ah, it's hard!"

Ainsley tried to turn her head around but could only take a glimpse of her wings and couldn't fully enjoy the visual, unlike the others around her.

Still, having real wings felt different from when she created the blood wings out of the blood.

These wings on her back were much lighter than the blood wings, and there was this subtle connection to her shoulder blades on the back.

Everything was for her, and even when the wings flapped on their own, Ainsley couldn't help but exclaim.

"C-can I learn to fly now? I know we have to go to the battlefield, but I think if I can fly, I'll be able to help much more, right?"

Ainsley looked at Joan, the two elders and Wilhelm, the people deeply involved in this war, for their opinion.

She knew that since they were going to fight celestials, this should be an aerial fight, and it would be hard to fight on the ground.

The celestials weren't stupid to ignore their advantages just to fight the blood clan on the same footing.

Thus, not being able to fly would be a drag in the upcoming war which was why the blood clan only allowed pure-blooded clan members to join the war this time.

Obviously, they had learned from their past mistakes and were keen on fighting the celestials in the air.

Joan and the others looked at each other for a few seconds before Wilhelm stepped out and spoke in a lazy tone of voice.

[Well, this is a good idea. We are not in a hurry to go to the battlefield. We are not the main troops, anyway.]

Wilhelm shrugged as he continued his 'brainwashing', simply because he was also too lazy to go to the battlefield as a spirit.

Spirits also had to face some shamans and other spirits on the battlefield, okay?

Many dead enemies on the battlefield would suddenly become spirits even when their 'fame' weren't enough to turn them into spirits.

Usually, their resentment before death on the battlefield was too strong, and that allowed them to live as a spirit for a short time.

Usually, after the war ended, their resentment and grievance that tied them down to this world would disappear.

Unlike other spirits with enough 'fame', they would disappear into the reincarnation cycle.

For this, Wilhelm had to help his people to battle the spirits that didn't care about losing their souls or something and rashly attacked humans that weren't shamans.

These spirits were absolutely wild, and because the living being other than shamans couldn't attack the spirits, surprisingly, a lot of people died in these spirits' hands.

To avoid this situation from happening, Wilhelm had always been dealing with these spirits.

Either manipulating them into his spirit puppets or simply killed these spirits until not even a single energy remained on the battlefield.

Because of this, Wilhelm also got another title aside from a supreme puppet master.

The Spirit Harvester!

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