Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 107: Side Story: Gabriel’s Predicament (Part 1)

Chapter 107: Side Story: Gabriel’s Predicament (Part 1)

"I’m going to be Uncle Gabriel’s bride!"

Gabriel received this innocent confession from Ignatius’s third son when the boy was just four years old.

It had happened after Gabriel saved the child from a dangerous man who had attempted to take advantage of him when he got lost in town.

At the time, Gabriel had merely laughed at the child’s bright, adoring eyes.

He had assumed it was a fleeting admiration—a young child who had been scared and now idolized the person who saved him.

"That’s something you should say to someone important when you’re older, Morin," Gabriel had said while ruffling the boy’s hair, convinced it was a childish whim that would soon be forgotten.

...

Years passed, and one day, Gabriel was caught off guard by an unexpected visitor.

The one standing at his doorstep, having come alone, was none other than Morin—Ignatius’s third son.

He was now 160 years old.

"Uncle Gabriel! I’ve wanted to see you!"

With that, Morin threw himself into Gabriel’s arms while clinging his arms around his neck.

Gabriel had no idea how to respond.

He couldn’t bring himself to push him away, but neither could he embrace him back.

His arms hung awkwardly in the air, and no words came to him.

"Sheesh, Uncle, you’re as reserved as ever," Morin pouted. "At times like this, you should hold me and at least give me a kiss. Like this—"

Before Gabriel could react, Morin pressed his lips lightly against his cheek, leaving him even more bewildered.

Morin was currently one of the most admired princes.

He was tall with strikingly handsome face.

He possessed a bright and carefree personality that put distance between no one.

And yet, he conducted himself properly, living an upright life.

Rumors circulated that he had even received marriage proposals from a Demon in the Republic of Mara, not just his fellow Dragon Man.

His mother, Shen Xinghui, had passed down his special skill, "God of Pregnancy and Fertility’s Blessing," to him.

That alone made him highly sought after.

In recent years, the number of children being born had increased.

The once that was considered an endangered species, the Dragon Man were slowly growing in numbers.

The town that was once filled only with adults, now echoed with the laughter of children.

It was a heartwarming sight.

Even so, the "God of Pregnancy and Fertility’s Blessing" skill remained desirable.

The assurance of healthy childbirth was a treasure for any royal bloodline.

"Uncle Gabriel, do you still remember my confession?"

Still clinging to his neck, Morin gazed at him with a playful yet intent expression, his youthful allure undeniable.

"Confession?" Gabriel repeated cautiously.

"Oh, that look—you think I was joking, don’t you? That’s so mean. I’ve been confessing my love to you since I was four, and all you ever do is look troubled!"

Puffing his cheeks in frustration like a sulking child, Morin’s expression was undeniably endearing.

However, his eyes held no hint of jest.

Ever since Gabriel had saved him as a child, Morin had whispered words of affection to him.

When he was little, he’d say "I wuv you" in clumsy speech.

As he grew, he pleaded, "Let me be your bride, Uncle."

And recently, his declarations had become more provocative: "I’ll give you lots of children, Uncle."

Even Ignatius had struggled with his son’s behavior.

There had been numerous occasions where he had to pull Morin off Gabriel’s lap and scold him for clinging to him too closely.

Every time, he had sighed and apologized to Gabriel.

Gabriel could handle it.

He had no issue caring for a boy younger than his own son.

But love? Passion? That was impossible.

However, his husband was different.

Lysander, Gabriel’s spouse, was human.

Once a prince, he had been forced to flee his country after his own brother tried to have him killed.

The reason? His unique skill had made him a target.

And that, Gabriel knew, was his fault.

When they first met, Gabriel had spoken carelessly.

He had confided in Lysander, lamenting his life.

In an attempt to comfort him, Lysander had said, "You’ll have a wonderful spouse and be blessed with children."

But that kindness triggered Lysander’s special skill—"Fortune Sharing."

As a result, Lysander’s own happiness had been drained, leaving him with nothing but misfortune.

Gabriel had carried the wounded man back to his homeland, determined to bring him happiness.

How could he possibly abandon someone who had suffered misfortune because of him?

Besides, he had begun to love him.

No matter how dire the circumstances, Lysander never lost his smile—he always looked forward, always persevered.

Gabriel had been drawn to that strength.

When Lysander became pregnant with their child, Gabriel had been overjoyed.

But in his elation, he made a terrible mistake—he had forgotten the dangers of a human bearing the offspring of a Dragon Man.

It was an excruciatingly difficult birth.

Their son was delivered safely, but Lysander had suffered severe injuries and massive blood loss, leaving him on the brink of death.

Gabriel spent each day in prayer, fearing that every morning he might wake to find his beloved gone.

Golden dragons were creatures of fortune.

If only Gabriel could share his happiness, he thought.

Perhaps his wish had been granted, for after a few years, Lysander’s strength returned, and he awoke from his near-death state.

That was why Gabriel had only one child.

His son, Gavrius, grew strong and beautiful.

Although he was a little bit timid, he was kind-hearted.

Lately, Gabriel had wondered if it was time for his son to start looking for a partner, but whenever he brought it up, Gavrius would shyly smile and say, "It’s still too early."

That look, he know there was someone in his son heart already.

So Gabriel never pressed further, he just smiling in response.

But as a result, the royal bloodline of the golden dragons had dwindled to just Gabriel and Gavrius.

Gabriel’s father frequently insisted, "You should have at least one more child."