Chapter 107: A Day to Rejoice for Everyone
"......Good morning."
But I haven't slept.
"Good morning, sensei. Are you okay?"
I run into Druknen. We exchange greetings.
"Do I look okay?"
"It's amazing, you look like a bear, you know?"
Instead of being forgiven, I was squeezed until morning.
You see, Druknen!
I can't wither away, I can't lose consciousness, my body is suffering.
"I'm sorry. Karen isn't that intense, so I don't understand."
Damn it!
Is there no one who understands my pain!?
"The hardest part is..."
"Yes."
"I think it happened while we were fucking."
"What is it?"
"The skin of my thing... it's aching."
"Uwaa......"
God, it hurts.
It's soaked with Wince's love juice.
My own erection expands the torn skin
“Sensei, please don't say anything more about it, because it hurts me too. Also, why don't you just use healing magic?"
"My magic doesn't work because I'm out of mana."
According to the court mage.
Generally speaking, when your mana is depleted, you can't use any magic at all until you recover 20% of your mana.
In addition, since my total mana is extraordinary, it will be several months before I can use magic again, according to the calculation.
"I wonder how long it will take for my son's cuts to heal?"
"I don't know because I've never had an injury in that part."
Right.
"'Well, let's put aside what you don't know. Druknen."
"What is it?"
"I haven't seen Karen. How is she?"
I haven't seen her in four or five years.
"She's fine. Well, in terms of position, she can come to the royal castle because she has the title of the wife of the knight commander."
"What about yesterday's story about your child's name?"
"I'm talking about the future. We haven't gone that far yet."
Didn't make one in 5 years?
"You're not working on it?"
"I'm trying. In moderation."
You should work harder!
It's not fair that I'm the only one working hard!
I don't know what's so unfair about it!
"Well, why me? Normally, shouldn't you consult with Marquis Andrei?"
"Father, oops. The Marquis is a person who has no connection with the Knight Commendator... huh?"
There was a man running frantically down a long corridor.
"S-Sensei! Doru!"
“Quies?!”
"Your Majesty!"
It was Quies in a splendid royal robe.
"I-it's born!"
"What?"
"Sylvie has given birth!"
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The three of us run down the long corridor of the castle
We arrived at Sylvie's bedroom.
We could already hear crying in her room.
"Your Majesty!"
A maid comes out of the room.
"Was it born! What's its condition? What about Sylvie!"
"......That's."
"What's the matter! What happened!"
"Calm down Quies."
"......Yes."
"Both mother and child are fine. There is no problem, but..."
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The mother, Sylvie, was sweaty, and tired, but healthy.
Beside her lay a cradle.
"T-This is"
"I'm sorry, Quies."
Sylvie looks apologetic
No, Sylvie did nothing wrong.
No one here did anything bad.
On the contrary, It's all a blessing in disguise.
I'm sure everyone was happy about the situation.
If only the father, Quies, had not been the king.
"Twin, male..."
The first child of a powerful man is a male twin.
Why are twins considered unlucky?
This is because it has long been used in power struggles and has become a trigger for internal strife.
"Quies."
"........."
He's in a daze.
He can't say anything.
"Quies! Come back!"
"...Ah, I'm sorry."
"I understand how you feel. But face the reality."
"Yes."
"Is there a precedent in the history of Berdreich?"
"The second child was . . . immediately baked in the fireplace."
"Rejected."
He can't and doesn't want to do that.
“Rely on Marquis Andrei. No.”
"Yes, my father. I can trust the Marquis, but when asked if I can trust the nobles under him. I doubt it."
“Is Sermus good?”
"But I cannot burden the Frontier Count any longer."
It seems like he'll be happy to accept it, if it's him
“Should we accept it?”
A figure appears from behind.
"Wince!"
Why is this person so cheerful even though she hasn't slept a wink like me?
“The Count's territory is a safe place, in terms of position, location, and strength, you know?”
"I wish you could, but..."
I don't have a problem with that.
"Are you okay with it Wince?"
"There's no problem, you know? He's like a grandson to me."
Grandson! Not a son?
"If you're talking about our children, they're Sedona and Quies, aren't they?"
Isn't it wrong...?
“Well, if we take one in, I’m worried that the child who will be separated from Sylvie will have a hard time. Please discuss it."
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"You say something really outrageous, don't you?"
Even if we do take one in, it won't be right away.
We'll have to discuss it with the couple for a while.
So me, Wince and Sedona are on our way back to our own territory.
"Father too."
Me? Why me.
“Father is starting to act pretty out of character, too.”
That's rude.
I predict the future and act accordingly.
"So... Wince."
"Yes?"
"How are you doing so well?"
"Well, huh? Ah, you mean, having no sleep at all."
That's right.
My son's skin hurts because of you.
Every time I walk, every time I sway, it rubs against my clothes and hurts like hell.
"I wonder why? The more I have s*x, the more energetic I get."
Are you really half woodsman and half dwarf?
Aren't you really half succubus or something?
hahaha. that last comment nailed it. what i was thinking for awhile
ReplyDeleteWhat is a woodsman tho? Just a occupation or a race?
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