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The owl doctor checked and double checked his papers, making some 'hoo'-ing noises every once in a while. Where he was once jolly and rambled on, he was now mostly serious and answered in single sentences. Herta didn't seem to notice, but it disconcerted you.
"Indeed, everything seems to be in order in that regard. Now, while I'd rather share this with Savant Lord Doe in private, due to my hesitation in causing any distress for his pregnant slave, the Bondage Accords require me to inform the slave-wife of any major medical conditions she might be directly affected by."
"What do you mean?" You ask, dreading the answer.
"Savant, I believe your wife is in grave danger." He said. Your blood ran cold. You squeeze her hand. She squeezes yours back.
"How bad is it?" You say after a few seconds, trying to keep your voice calm.
"She has an excessive amount of divine power flowing through her." The owl doctor said. Your first wife seems to immediately calm down. "And before you ask, yes this seems to affect the pregnancy as well, but to a much lesser extent than her." So he's basically saying that your kids will be demigods. Not that he'd know—he spoke like he thought that your wife had cancer.
"Are those all bad things?" You say, still feeling apprehensive.
"Normally? No. Anyone can be under Holy Magic, in fact it's practically always good for you. Unless you're a ghost that's directly hit by a concentrated amount of it," You feel Yumi's presence for a slit second. "Or your very essence is born out of corruption magic, there's nothing to fear. Your wife, however, has an abnormally consistent flow of divine energy. Almost as if it's emerging from her very soul." He adjusts his glasses. "By Artemia, I've hardly seen anything like it." He moves some papers around and looks into the crystal.
"You still haven't answered the question."
"Well, the mortal bodies of humans aren't designed to handle the constant physical stress of divine power in such a tremendous amount. Or any sort of magic, really. It's honestly a miracle she isn't in constant mana-sickness. You should think about training her to be a Holy Knight, even if that isn't her class." It wasn't. Herta's class was simply called 'Goddess of Artifice and Creation'. Pretty straightforward.
"Wait," Herta said. "What do you mean by 'mortal bodies'?"
"I mean just that. If you were one of the gods, or descended from one of them, you'd have nothing to worry about. I, on the other hand, would probably consider going to church once in a while! Hoo-hoo!" He chuckled.. "Ahem. That was in bad taste, my apologies. Now, as for methods to keep it under control-" You don't pay attention to what he says after that, relief courses through you. You lock eyes with Herta, and both from the loving look on her face and the softness in her smile, she seemed to share your feelings.
