Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 75: The Hidden Truth

Chapter 75: The Hidden Truth

Once they crossed this stretch, they would reach the Drakthar Dominion’s Territory—specifically, the Black Dragon domain.

Perhaps because his thoughts had wandered to that, his reaction was a second too slow.

The sound of cracking echoed through the air.

When he turned, Shen Xinghui was a fair distance behind.

He had stopped in his tracks.

And at that moment, a monster’s claws were already upon him.

"Shen Xinghui!"

Ignatius felt the blood drain from his face.

It was a Fafnir.

A large dragon-type beast, incredibly fast and armed with razor-sharp claws.

Shen Xinghui’s body would be crushed in an instant.

Without thinking, Ignatius sprinted forward and grabbed Shen Xinghui, pulling him into his arms.

At the same time, he hardened his body’s armor, but not completely—not in time.

A few of the monster’s claws slashed through his exposed side, ripping into his flesh.

The force sent them both over the cliff’s edge.

Shen Xinghui was unconscious in his arms.

Whether he was truly unharmed, Ignatius didn’t know.

However, his body was still warm.

Darkness threatened to consume his consciousness.

Even so—he had to save Shen Xinghui.

Forcing his body to move, he spread his membranous wings, trying to slow their descent.

But every motion sent searing pain through his torn side, throwing off his balance.

They were falling.

If Shen Xinghui hit the ground from this height, he wouldn’t survive.

Summoning the last of his strength, Ignatius commanded the wind spirits, creating a cushion of air between them and the ground.

He twisted his body, shielding Shen Xinghui beneath him, ensuring he would take the brunt of the impact.

Even then, it wasn’t enough to fully absorb the shock.

Ignatius was thrown onto his back, and in that instant, he lost consciousness.

Yet, until the very last moment, he prayed that the one in his arms would remain unharmed.

When he woke up, a sense of relief washed over him at the sight of a familiar ceiling.

At the very least, he understood that he had been brought back to the estate.

Before long, the old healer arrived to examine his wounds.

As she worked, Ignatius immediately inquired about Shen Xinghui.

Shen Xinghui had no visible injuries, but the internal impact had not been entirely mitigated.

He had suffered from headaches and nausea, making it difficult for him to eat, and had required treatment.

Upon hearing this, Ignatius blamed himself.

He should have protected him better.

If it had come to this, he should have transformed into his dragon form from the start.

He knew it was pointless to dwell on what-ifs.

At that moment, he hadn’t been able to do it.

And even now, he was still afraid.

He didn’t want to add fear to the uncertainty Shen Xinghui must already be feeling.

"For now, you’re stable, but you’ve lost a considerable amount of blood. You must rest for a few days," the healer advised.

"I understand. And Shen Xinghui— is he awake?"

"I’ve sent for him. He’s been quite worried about you," she said before bowing and stepping away.

Ignatius wanted to see him immediately.

The urge pressed at him insistently.

He needed to see Shen Xinghui’s face, confirm that he was safe, apologize for failing to protect him, and discuss what would come next.

But when Shen Xinghui stepped into the room, his face was deathly pale, his entire body trembling with tension, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

Why did he look like that? Ignatius was taken aback.

Still, if he showed his own uncertainty now, Shen Xinghui would only suppress his emotions further.

He might force himself to act strong.

So Ignatius greeted him with a warm smile, even though deep inside, he was terrified of what Shen Xinghui’s expression meant.

"Shen Xinghui."

At the sound of his name, Shen Xinghui burst into tears.

Ignatius was so startled that he instinctively tried to stand, intending to hold him before he collapsed.

However, Shen Xinghui stopped him with a raised hand, wiping away his tears as he stepped closer.

Then, within reach, he quietly sank into a chair.

"I’m sorry... I guess I just felt relieved."

"I made you worry, didn’t I?"

"No."

Shen Xinghui’s faint smile radiated genuine relief.

He rubbed his sleeve against his face, wiping away the lingering tears, leaving his eyelids red and slightly swollen.

Even without that, his eyes were already tinged with red.

Just how much had he cried?

The sight of his puffy eyelids made Ignatius’s chest tighten.

"Are your injuries still painful?"

"No, there’s no pain. The healer told me that you took quite a bit of damage instead. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, thanks to you."

There was no falsehood in his words.

Ignatius had already heard that Shen Xinghui had been able to eat properly today.

However, the tension in his expression remained.

Where was it coming from?

What was he thinking?

The uncertainty gnawed at Ignatius.

He forced himself to smile, hoping that if he looked more at ease, he might actually feel that way, too.

"I’m glad to hear that. Sorry for dragging you into such a mess. I should be able to move again by tomorrow, so maybe we can—"

"Ignatius."

Shen Xinghui suddenly cut him off, his voice trembling.

His face was pale, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Ignatius’s heart clenched with unease.

In his experience, conversations that began with that kind of expression never ended well.

A part of him wanted to shut the conversation down entirely, to refuse to hear whatever Shen Xinghui was about to say.

Because once he heard it, he knew—there would be no turning back.

Shen Xinghui looked like someone about to reveal an irreversible truth.

"Please listen to me, Ignatius. The truth is... I actually have a skill. Just one."

"...What?"

For a moment, Ignatius couldn’t process what he had just heard.

Shen Xinghui had always claimed to have no skills.

However, as soon as he saw the look on Shen Xinghui’s face, he understood.