Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 64: Vows of Eternity

Chapter 64: Vows of Eternity

"We will now begin the ceremony of vows between Ignatius Chernobog Jörbahamut and Shen Xinghui," the kingdom’s high priest declared solemnly, offering prayers to the gods.

As the priest spoke, Ignatius held Shen Xinghui’s hand.

Each time Shen Xinghui gave a small squeeze, Ignatius’s hand responded with gentle reassurance, grounding him as he stood before the crowd.

"And now, the exchange of vows," the priest announced.

"We will now begin the ceremony of vows between Ignatius Chernobog Jörbahamut and Shen Xinghui," the kingdom’s high priest declared solemnly, offering prayers to the gods.

As the priest spoke, Ignatius held Shen Xinghui’s hand.

Each time Shen Xinghui gave a small squeeze, Ignatius’s hand responded with gentle reassurance, grounding him as he stood before the crowd.

"And now, the exchange of vows," the priest announced.

Turning to face each other before the altar, Shen Xinghui suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious.

The weight of everyone’s gaze pressed on him, but the person in front of him smiled so tenderly that he couldn’t look away.

"Xinghui," Ignatius began, his voice steady and full of warmth. "I will love only you for the rest of my life. I will cherish you and the family we create together for as long as I live."

What do you even say to that?

Shen Xinghui thought, his heart threatening to leap out of his chest.

Blushing furiously, he opened his mouth, feeling the weight of his own emotions.

"I... I love you, Ignatius," he stammered. "I might not be able to do much, but the one thing I can promise is that my feelings for you are real. That’s all I have to offer... but will you stay with me from now on?"

Was that good enough?

There weren’t any set words for the vows—they’d told him it was about expressing his true feelings.

However, saying them aloud in front of everyone felt like a public proposal, leaving Shen Xinghui burning with embarrassment.

His cheeks, ears, and even his neck felt like they were on fire.

To his surprise, Ignatius’s face turned red as well, but he nodded his head firmly.

"Of course, that’s more than enough. I swear to make you happy for the rest of our lives. I can say with absolute honesty that these feelings of mine are true."

"Ignatius," Shen Xinghui murmured, his chest swelling with emotion.

They embraced, laughing with joy.

Before them, the high priest stepped forward, offering a pair of rings.

The silver bands, each adorned with a black gemstone, glinted softly in the light.

Ignatius took one and carefully slid it onto Shen Xinghui’s left ring finger.

Shen Xinghui did the same for Ignatius, his movements tender and deliberate.

It was customary to exchange matching accessories during a wedding ceremony, but the type of accessory varied widely.

Shen Xinghui had initially wondered if such laxity was appropriate, but it seemed to be the norm.

For example, Augustine, the only married person among their group, had given his wife a collar.

She had reportedly looked very displeased—especially since it couldn’t be removed.

Truly extraordinary.

Ignatius, unconcerned about specifics, had asked Shen Xinghui about wedding traditions from his own world.

When Shen Xinghui explained the people on Earth custom of exchanging rings, Ignatius had been captivated by the idea.

The gemstones they chose reflected the color of their eyes—both black—but the stones themselves were different.

Shen Xinghui’s ring bore an obsidian stone, while Ignatius’s was set with black sapphire.

"Now, for the vow of the kiss," the priest announced with a smile.

With blushing face, Shen Xinghui tilted his face upward.

The height difference between them made it impossible for him to reach Ignatius’s lips, even if he stood on tiptoe.

Ignatius chuckled softly.

He leaning down to brush a gentle kiss against Shen Xinghui’s lips.

At that moment, the church bells pealed, and celebratory gunfire echoed outside.

Shen Xinghui flinched slightly at the sudden noise, his shoulders trembling.

"I now pronounce you as a husband and wife," the high priest declared solemnly. "May you live a long and happy life together."

The cheers erupted as flower petals filled the air.

Shen Xinghui, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, turned to look at Ignatius.

Ignatius smiled warmly back at him and nodded.

With an arm wrapped around Shen Xinghui’s shoulders, Ignatius guided him down the aisle.

As the grand doors of the church opened, sunlight flooded in, accompanied by the jubilant applause of the gathered crowd.

Through this strange journey to another world, Shen Xinghui had found treasures he never imagined: irreplaceable happiness, love, and a bright future that stretched endlessly ahead.

Even the seemingly ridiculous skill he had been cursed with—"God of Pregnancy and Fertility’s Blessing"—might have been exactly what he needed.

Perhaps no one else would walk a path like his through this world.

The young man they had stumbled upon in the forest might have been an unexpectedly fortunate find.

At first, Ignatius had been shocked to see someone so defenseless in such a dangerous place, lacking both weapons and armor.

The sight of him had stirred not only confusion but also irritation.

The Wombroot Aphroshidite Vine King, after all, was notorious for producing an exceptionally potent aphrodisiac within its body.

So valuable was this substance that black-market traders often ignored strict prohibitions and hired people to harvest it illegally.

However, the most troubling aspect of the plant was its effect on those who had been violated by it.

Many, unable to forget the overwhelming pleasure and inhuman sensations it induced, would return willingly, even bringing stimulants to enhance the experience.

They risked their lives for such reckless, foolish pursuits.

The stimulant was incredibly potent.

The seeds of the Wombroot Aphroshidite Vine King were massive, about the size of a newborn’s head, and were forcibly embedded deep within the body.

Removing them wasn’t easy.

The stimulant was developed to forcibly induce the expulsion of such seeds from a victim’s body, as well as monster eggs implanted during attacks.

However, the process was excruciating; anyone subjected to it endured a living hell.

Ignatius recalled witnessing someone undergo the process in the past.

Their abdomen had grotesquely swollen, stretched taut as if it might burst at any moment.

When the doctor administered the stimulant, it didn’t take more than thirty minutes before the person began breaking into a cold sweat, curling up, and screaming like a monster in agony.