Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 39: Burden of Helplessness

Chapter 39: Burden of Helplessness

The boy’s expression shifted rapidly, from confusion to exasperation, before he was enveloped in light again.

When the glow faded, the massive red dragon reappeared.

It then lowering its wide palm.

"Alright, hop on! I’ll take you to Ignatius’s estate."

"Uh, I..."

"What’s wrong?"

"I can’t lift him..."

"Oh, right. I got it! Hang on."

The red dragon carefully used the tips of its claws to lift Ignatius’s limp body and placing him gently on its broad palm.

Then it gestured for Shen Xinghui to climb aboard as well.

Shen Xinghui climbed onto the dragon’s broad palm and carefully placing Ignatius’s head on his lap.

The dragon’s other hand came down like a lid, covering them protectively.

It made Shen Xinghui feel like a bug that was caught by a child.

"Alrighty, let’s go!"

With a lively shout, the dragon launched itself into the air.

The sudden, rapid ascent was jarring, like being on a roller coaster.

Shen Xinghui’s stomach churned and he pressed a hand to his mouth as the weightlessness of the climb made his insides feel like they were floating.

A moments later, the dragon steadied midair.

Shen Xinghui could only hold on tightly and bracing himself for the ride.

The dragon flew swiftly toward their destination and in mere minutes, they began their descent.

They landed gently in front of a grand estate—one befitting a prince.

The mansion had pristine white walls and a blue-tiled roof.

It was a lavish two-story building with so many rooms that Shen Xinghui doubted all of them were even used.

The front yard was sprawling, requiring at least five minutes of walking just to reach the main door.

Neatly trimmed hedges and well-maintained landscaping adorned the grounds.

The red dragon that was carrying both Shen Xinghui and the injured Ignatius, landed gracefully in the front yard.

While Shen Xinghui stood frozen in panic, the red dragon explained the situation to the estate staff.

Shen Xinghui lingered nearby as Ignatius was treated.

He couldn’t stop crying when he saw the wound in Ignatius’s side—deep and horrifying from when Ignatius had shielded him.

The estate staff tried to calm him down and the red ragon who is now turned back to his human form as a red-haired boy also stayed close to him to comfort him.

Although everyone reassured Shen Xinghui that Ignatius would be fine, he couldn’t believe them.

Fear and worry weighed heavily on him.

However, they were right—Ignatius truly was going to recover.

The healing magic was astonishing.

An elderly woman who is skilled in healing spells chanted a simple Heal spell and Ignatius’s grievous wounds vanished as though they had never existed.

Still, Shen Xinghui couldn’t shake his sense of uselessness.

He had caused so much trouble for everyone and couldn’t do anything in return.

Ignatius is someone he deeply cared about.

But he had suffer such a severe injury because of him and Shen Xinghui couldn’t even do anything to help him.

The estate staff offered Shen Xinghui a room to stay in while Ignatius recovered and he accepted it, though he wasn’t sure if he should stay here.

Many people urged him to stay and Shen Xinghui felt it would be rude to leave without expressing his gratitude.

Deep down, however, he realized he didn’t want to leave.

The next day, Shen Xinghui found himself outside in the estate’s garden.

The red haired boy had dragged him out, saying it wouldn’t do his mental state any good to stay cooped up inside.

The boy’s name was Dominus Flareus Ifatlas.

He was a prince of red dragon clan and he saw Ignatius as an older brother figure.

"Hey, Xinghui, don’t look so down. Ignatius will be fine," Dominus said with a bright grin.

"I know, but still..." Shen Xinghui trailed off.

The fear from that moment refused to leave him.

The sight of blood, the feeling of helplessness as it kept pouring—he had truly thought Ignatius was going to die.

And through it all, Shen Xinghui had been powerless and useless.

He had wished over and over that it had been him instead.

"You had a rough time, didn’t you? I heard you threw up a few times. Granny Paradyne was worried about you."

"Yeah... I guess," Shen Xinghui admitted.

Yesterday had been rough indeed.

While he’d been holding himself together during the crisis, the moment the healer assured him that everything was fine, all the tension drained from him.

Then, all at once, the headache, nausea, and exhaustion hit him.

He’d collapsed in the hallway, unable to move.

According to the elderly healer, while Shen Xinghui bore no visible injuries, the internal damage from the shock had taken a severe toll on his human body.

His brain had been jarred and his insides had suffered trauma.

In some ways, they’d said his condition was more dangerous than Ignatius’s visible wounds.

Even after being treated and resting in bed, Shen Xinghui felt constant dizziness that made the world spin.

The vertigo caused him to vomit several times, despite his stomach being empty, leaving a bitter, acidic taste in his mouth.

Eating was out of the question and it wasn’t until this morning that he finally managed to sip some soup.

"Humans really are fragile, huh?" Dominus commented.

"Seems so," Shen Xinghui replied weakly.

"Yeah. But hey, Xinghui, you’ve got to get better soon, or Ignatius will wake up and start worrying about you."

Dominus’s bright, sunny smile was infectious, but Shen Xinghui could only muster a faint, ambiguous one in return.

Ignatius was still asleep.

While his life wasn’t in danger, he had lost a significant amount of blood.

Shen Xinghui had checked on him that morning, only to find him resting peacefully.

This was the third time Ignatius had saved him.

The first had been in the forest, the second when Shen Xinghui was nearly kidnapped and sold off and the third had been just yesterday.

And yet, Shen Xinghui remained as helpless as ever, unable to repay Ignatius for any of it.