Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 157: Side Story: Morin in the Republic of Mara (Part 21)

Chapter 157: Side Story: Morin in the Republic of Mara (Part 21)

Gavi laughed softly, then reached out and gently squeezed his hand.

"Thank you, Morin. I can’t give you my father, but I can offer you my best wishes for your happiness."

A golden light enveloped Morin’s hand for a moment before disappearing.

It was the blessing of the Golden Dragons—a power said to bring happiness to those they sincerely wish it for.

"By the way, Morin," his mother said, his voice warm but direct, "didn’t you and Malvis come here tonight because you had something important to discuss?"

His words nudged them forward.

Morin looked up at Malvis.

He seemed nervous, but not trembling.

Morin smiled and took his hand.

"It’s okay. I’m here. Malvis... are you ready?"

"...Yeah. I’m ready."

Malvis’s eyes burned with quiet determination.

He wasn’t running away.

That alone made Morin deeply proud.

Together, they stepped forward and stood firmly before Morin’s father and mother.

"Uncle Ignatius, Uncle Xinghui... We’ve come today with a request."

Malvis’s voice was steady, and he met the king and queen’s gaze head-on.

The room seemed to still.

Everyone turned their attention to them, and the tension in the air grew palpable.

Malvis’s shoulders trembled slightly.

Morin knew why—he remembered what Nabe had told him.

The way people stared at Malvis reminded him of the harsh glares he’d received as a child—when he was judged, blamed, hurt.

These gazes brought that pain back.

But Malvis’s eyes weren’t empty.

He was holding strong.

Morin squeezed his hand and nodded.

"I love Morin," Malvis said. "After our studies are complete, I would like to take him as my partner—my spouse."

A collective gasp swept the room.

Yet in the silence that followed, Malvis bowed his head deeply in front of the king.

"I love Malvis as well," Morin said, bowing beside him. "Please... Father, Mother... Grant us your blessing."

He could only hope—hope they’d understand, accept them.

The expression on his father’s face became unreadable, serious in a way Morin had never seen before.

His heart began to pound with nervous energy, but he didn’t run.

"Morin," the king said solemnly, "have you thought about the risks of becoming part of the demon family?"

"Risks?" Morin echoed, confused.

He turned to Malvis, who also tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"The demon race are one of the longest-living races among all species. And Malvis is the son of the Sovereign of the Skies, Malrik. His lifespan will far exceed that of most demon. You... will witness the deaths of many you love."

"Ah..."

A pang of pain struck Morin’s chest.

His father, his mother, his siblings... he would likely lose them all before his own life even reached its halfway point.

He hadn’t thought about that before.

Malvis looked troubled too—clearly affected by the realization and by Morin’s pain.

"...Even so," Morin said quietly, lifting his gaze.

He understood now—it wasn’t about reckless feelings or sudden emotion.

His father wasn’t trying to discourage them.

He was testing Morin’s resolve—asking if he truly understood the weight of the path he was choosing.

And Morin did.

"Even so," Morin said quietly, "I want to live my life with Malvis."

"Morin..." the king murmured.

"It’s sad to think about saying goodbye to everyone. And when I think about it, I know it’ll hurt," Morin continued. "But... that’s still far in the future. And I can say with confidence—what I feel now is real. I want to live my life with Malvis."

He had thought about it—what it would mean to part ways with Malvis here and now.

He could run away, hide in fear, and maybe someone else would come along to love him just the same.

But he knew, deep down, he’d never forget Malvis. In quiet moments, memories would return, and they would ache.

He’d miss Malvis—desperately, painfully.

Beside him, Malvis reached out and took his hand, meeting Morin’s eyes with a strong, joyful gaze.

"Uncle Ignatius," Malvis said firmly, "I know I’m still inexperienced—both as a crown prince and as a man. But if Morin is by my side, I believe I can grow. I need him."

"Father, Mother," Morin added with equal resolve, "I feel the same. I want to walk this path beside Malvis."

Would they understand? No—Morin thought—it didn’t matter.

If they didn’t, he’d keep saying it until they did.

But he didn’t have to.

His mother’s arms wrapped around him in a soft, warm embrace.

In that moment, Morin knew he was forgiven—accepted.

"It’s what you truly want, isn’t it, Morin?" he asked gently.

"Yes, Mother," he replied.

When he looked up, he saw his eyes glistening.

He was smiling—kindly, but with a hint of sorrow.

"Malvis," he said, turning to him.

"Yes, Uncle."

"Take care of Morin. The formal date will be arranged later, but... we welcome you into our family."

"Thank you very much!" Malvis said, his face lighting up in relief and joy.

The room filled with warm applause from Morin’s siblings.

Blushing, Morin smiled too—shy, but genuinely happy.

That night, Malvis stayed with Morin in his room.

It felt strange—returning to his familiar space after so long.

Comfortable, yes... but also slightly surreal, like he was on a trip rather than home.

"I’m so glad they accepted us," Malvis said.

Morin could understand now—how nervous he’d been the whole time.

With the pressure lifted, excitement bubbled in his chest.

From behind, Malvis wrapped his arms around Morin in a gentle embrace.

Morin noticed his arms were trembling.

"What’s wrong, Malvis?" he asked softly.

"I’m sorry," Malvis murmured. "I hadn’t thought it through. Not only am I taking you away from your family, but... I never even considered how many goodbyes you’d have to face."

"Ah..."

Malvis had been thinking about it all this time—even after everything.

That realization calmed Morin’s heart just a little.

He turned and reached for the arms holding him.

"Yes... it is sad," he admitted.

"Morin..."

"But that’s why I want to build something new—something precious. So much of it, that the sadness will be drowned out before it even has the chance to settle."

Morin had thought about it—really thought.

Parting would always hurt.

But if Malvis stayed by his side, and if they could fill their days with enough joy, then Morin knew... he’d be able to smile again.

He’d make new friends, welcome more family, live in warmth and laughter.

And it would be up to both of them—Morin and Malvis—to create that kind of life.

"They say I take after my mother," Morin said with a soft smile. "He came from another world and started out all alone here. But then he met my Father, and now he’s incredibly happy. I want that too—not to cling to sadness, but to choose happiness. And... I’m not afraid. Because you’ll be with me, right, Malvis?"

He wanted the same strength his mother had—the strength to smile, even when he was alone.

Just like his mother had Father, Morin had Malvis.

And that was enough to believe he could smile, too.

Malvis hugged him tighter with his strong arms and maybe just a little too firm—it almost hurt.

"I’ll treasure you," he whispered.

"I know."

"I love you, Morin."

"I love you too, Malvis."

And when they kissed, gently and with quiet certainty, Malvis finally smiled the way he always did—tender and full of love.