Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 153: Gin is... Seducing the King!?

The weight of Percieval’s grief filled the air. Draculeus felt a chill. The idea of living as a "widow" of the Dragonborn was a nightmare he hadn’t imagined. He cleared his throat, shifting the topic.

"Then... what about my father’s Dragonguard? Did his partner die too? Is that why he is alone on the throne?"

"Die?"

Percieval laughed, a genuine, hearty sound.

"No. That crazy girl won’t die easily. If I were ever the strongest Dragonguard, she’d just laugh and kill me... because she’s stronger than I am. I’ve only survived a hundred years—that’s why the new generation thinks I’m the strongest. But that’s not true... that girl, your father’s Dragonguard... she’s just like him—both of them utterly insane."

He added, his eyes fixed on the horizon, as if listening to echoes of long-past battles:

"If you could see how those two fought... you would question yourself. You would question everything you thought you knew... for they fight differently—beyond what anyone could expect."

Draculeus caught the glint in Percieval’s eyes—a spark that spoke of countless battles and unbreakable trust. He realized then that his father and his Dragonguard must have been the perfect duo, a pair matched in chaos and genius.

"So... Father had someone as insane as him..."

He recalled his father’s words from earlier:

"To share your blood... to make someone truly one with you... it is not something you give lightly. You cannot force it, nor choose without feeling it in your heart. It must be them. It must be you. It is... like finding a partner in life, a bond that cannot be rushed, only recognized when it is right."

Draculeus’s gaze hardened, a mixture of curiosity and longing in his eyes.

"Then... where is she? Why isn’t she here?"

Percieval pointed a finger toward the southern horizon, where the lights of the Hieros Kingdom flickered.

"She is in the Kingdom of Demigods... She is the one running that entire Hieros Nation for your father. She is not just the deadliest Dragonguard in history; she is the smartest. She turned a land of enemies into a garden of servants. She is the shadow that holds the world steady while your father sits on the light." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Draculeus stared into the distance. He realized then that being a Dragonborn was not just about numbers—it was about the legendary, terrifying people who chose to stand beside them.

On another balcony, far from the whispers of Percieval and the Prince, King Drakovitch stood alone. The celebration was a dull roar in the distance. He looked at the red wine in his silver cup, but he didn’t see the liquid. He saw a memory.

He saw Maddy.

He remembered how he had beaten her. He remembered the weight of his own failure as a man, and how he had turned that hate into a fist. He saw her bloodied face from the days he had made her bleed. A sharp, icy guilt pierced his heart, making his grip tighten until the silver cup began to groan and bend.

Draculeus tilted his head toward the cold night sky, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you still alive, Maddy?"

Regret wove through each word.

"I think you were... you were the fighter for both of us. Stronger than I ever was. Even after all I did to you... those fake medicines, those rituals... you endured it all. You never broke."

A soft, almost fond chuckle escaped him as he remembered her, casually eating dirt, scavenging from her so called pets.

"Your gut... really something."

He fell silent for a moment, gaze drifting, voice heavy with longing.

"If you’re still alive... back on Earth... perhaps by now you have a child. Since it was I who was infertile... With your beauty, you could have found a better man. One who wouldn’t break you.

He took a long, bitter sip of the wine.

"Argh... It doesn’t matter... that life is dead. I am no longer that man. I am Drakovitch. The King of Drakaria."

He closed his eyes, remembering the moment of his death. Madelaine had killed him, but in that final breath, he had made a deal with the heavens.

"God knows I was a good son... a good husband..." he had whispered as his vision faded. "Give me another chance. Give me the child that was withheld from me."

He believed he was worthy. And so, he was reborn. A king’s body. A perfect, powerful replica of his old self, but with the blood of dragons. He smiled,

"And now, I had my firstborn... my son Draculeus. I had succeeded. Thank God..."

Suddenly, a movement in the bushes below caught his silver eyes. His vision, sharp as a hawk’s, cut through the shadows.

Gin and Shuna were wrestling behind a thick hedge.

"Go! Move!"

Shuna hissed, giving Gin a violent shove. Gin stumbled out of the leaves, landing on the moonlit grass. She looked up, her obsidian skin glowing like polished stone under the stars. Shuna remained hidden, peering through the branches.

"It’s your chance, Gin!" Shuna whispered from the dark. "Make me proud! Show him the goods!"

Gin’s jaw tightened. She wanted to turn around and kick Shuna into the pond, but the heavy presence of the King was already descending. She couldn’t run. She had to act.

Drakovitch stared down. He had never seen skin like hers—dark, rich, and mysterious. It intrigued him more than any noble silk.

"Legs! Show the legs!"

Shuna coached silently, waving her hands in a pumping motion.

"Chest out! Look like a lioness! Rawrrr~"

Gin tried to mimic her but instead of a graceful lioness, she let out a full, booming roar like a lion.

"RAWR!!!"

Shuna immediately slapped her hands over her eyes, groaning, unable to watch. But Drakovitch’s reaction... was something else—an unmistakable spark of interest.

Gin noticed his gaze lingering. Adjusting her stance, she straightened her back, letting the tight fabric of her Grand Nursery uniform hug her athletic, feminine form. She drew in a deep breath, shoulders back, chest rising, and let her long, toned legs catch the light. She didn’t look like a peasant anymore... she looked like a predatory goddess, every motion radiating confidence and raw presence.