Chapter 377

Chapter 377

Reincarnated User Manual.

Episode 377: The Egg (2)

“Hoo…”

Shiron, having finished the deed, swept back his hair, feeling a slight exhilaration.

The ‘Doki Doki Seeding Operation: 100,000 Warriors Breeding Plan’ was proceeding more smoothly than expected.

These days, with Siriel on an expedition and most of the other women pregnant, he had only been able to receive indirect services like hand-feeding milk, so it felt exceptional to finally pour into a hot, thick crotch after so long.

And it was a ‘new product,’ raw. Wasn’t it a crotch deserving of such modifiers?

He was amazed that Berta was a virgin with no male experience, but today, he was once again astounded by her talent.

“I could clean up…”

“I’m faster. I’m used to it.”

“Used to it…”

Berta glanced at Shiron, who was meticulously cleaning up with tissues.

From the middle on, it had been so intense that it stung, but it was just a scratch, not even an abrasion. As the tissue, imbued with divinity, passed over it, the area became smooth and soft as if nothing had happened.

Berta rummaged through the drawers, putting on her clothes.

“Oh.”

Was that the last one?

Come to think of it, the shirt he had just thrown off was the one he had been wearing for four days, so there was no way there would be new underwear. Reluctantly, she put on her stockings without panties.

“Ugh…”

She felt something leaking from below, and at the same time, a moist sensation. Berta pulled out a tissue to reinforce the leak.

“Does this happen often?”

“Pardon?”

Berta answered awkwardly. Shiron’s face, fastening his belt, was quite serious, unlike before.

“You said you were stabbed with a knife. Does this happen often?”

“Oh, no. It’s not a frequent occurrence. Um… no, is it frequent?”

“Frequent?”

“It’s more common than you think for clients to lose their temper and cause a ruckus. But I’ve had some experience with swords, so I usually handle it, but this time, the opponent was a bit tough. Ah, haha.”

“Is that so?”

With an awkward smile, Shiron pulled out a bundle of papers and a pen from his pocket and handed them to Berta.

“What’s this?”

“Don’t you want to join the Knights?”

“Knights? Is this a scout?”

“Yeah, quit being a lawyer and join the Knights. The Sky Knights. It’s about time for my great-uncle to really step down, and he needs someone reliable of the same gender as a deputy.”

Being a knight was a job that could earn both honor and money, but it was a profession avoided due to frequent expeditions, so even with Shiron and Siriel’s connections, it was difficult to find suitable personnel.

Especially someone like Siriel, a ‘woman.’

They could kidnap and raise excellent personnel from the academy who had just graduated and knew nothing, but they would soon retire due to marriage or supporting their parents.

‘Yoru is strong, but she’s too dense to handle deputy work.’

“…Do you want me to become a knight, sir?”

Berta muttered, looking back and forth between the paper and Shiron.

“Don’t feel pressured. I have no intention of forcing you.”

“…It’s not that.”

Berta fanned her flushed face with her hand.

“You told me to quit being a law enforcement officer before, and then a big incident really happened in the empire, and the law enforcement personnel were all worn out.”

“That’s right.”

“Then, is another big incident going to happen this time? Or is there going to be a bloodbath in the legal world? Or are you telling me to get pregnant and save the world…?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly right.”

Blood bath or whatever, it was just an impromptu match for Glen’s crazy plan, but Shiron nodded calmly.

Berta blushed at his serious demeanor.

‘Does he… like me?’

He called her pretty earlier, and he had been telling her to be his person since he was a kid, and he kept taking care of her.

She didn’t know how many times they had been dramatically intertwined.

Berta carefully folded the proposal.

‘Who’s next?’

Shiron didn’t know what kind of expression his deeply bowed face had.

—————

Meanwhile, Yura spent time watching the egg placed on the cushion.

Unlike Lucia and Seira, who were too pregnant to move easily, she could move around relatively freely. However, her steps rarely left the egg’s side.

“You… laid this?”

It wasn’t Yura who spoke, but a black-haired woman. It wasn’t the trash. It was the Fervent Dragon Demodras. A high dragon polymorphed into Yura’s form from her past life.

In front of her was a huge egg, big enough to fit a child, which was too large for a human-looking angel to lay.

Just in terms of size, it was so huge that it could be said to have been laid by a dragon in its true form.

“I laid it, but it grew on its own. That’s why I came to you.”

“The egg grew on its own?”

“Yeah!”

Yura withdrew the body she had extended towards the egg and the dragon.

“I thought you might know something since you’re a dragon.”

“Even dragons don’t know everything. I’ve never heard of an egg growing on its own, and I’ve certainly never seen it.”

Demodras stroked her chin as if looking at something amazing. Then, suddenly, the corners of her lips curled up.

“By the way, it’s quite something that you came to see me.”

“Why? Is there something I can’t ask… ask?”

“No, of course not.”

The way she covered her mouth and chuckled had a dignity that made her worthy of being called a dragon, even though she looked exactly like the trash.

“I just didn’t expect a transcendent being who can see hundreds of years into the future to come to me for such a thing.”

“…I can’t know everything.”

“Is that so?”

Demodras smiled once more. However, this time, the smile felt somewhat relieved.

An angel appeared before a dragon who was tired of the futility of war and destruction 500 years ago.

She proposed a plan for her to hide for a long time for the youth who would come later.

“And yet, you said you would help me find the meaning of life.”

The word ‘finding the meaning of life’ was Demodras’s wish, to find her fellow dragons who had disappeared due to the aftermath of the Great War.

“There was a fluke.”

Yura glanced at the status window flickering outside her field of vision.

[89%]

However, the status window, which could prepare for the future hundreds of years later, only showed numbers that steadily increased.

It didn’t tell her what was inside this egg or why it was given to Yura as a [reward].

Of course, if that were all, she wouldn’t have worried so much.

During the development of ‘Reincarnation of the Sword Saint,’ the gimmick of an [egg] didn’t exist in Yura’s memory. At most, it was an element that existed only as dummy data to describe the ecology of dragons or demonic races like Lamia.

[89% > 90%]

‘It went up again?’

The problematic element was this absurd speed.

It was called a reward, so a reward would come out, but… Yura couldn’t take the visibly rising gauge lightly.

As she remembered, she got pregnant around the same time as Lucia, but wasn’t Lucia just a little pregnant?

“Why don’t you lighten your heart a little?”

“…Huh?”

“I’m saying there’s nothing to worry about in my view.”

“What do you mean?”

Demodras waved her hand at Yura, who blinked.

“What. I’m saying you’re feeling maternal love.”

Yura was even more surprised.

“Maternal love? Me?”

Yura had been experiencing confusion about her self-identity these days. Even though she had lived as an angel for about 500 years, she still defined her identity as ‘human.’

…Until she laid the egg.

Humans couldn’t lay eggs. Even though she took the extreme measure of changing her race to meet the reincarnated Kyrie 500 years later, she never dreamed she would stop being human.

“Yes, I don’t know much about the ecology of angels, but egg-laying species also feel maternal love.”

“Don’t I look really dark? I’m so worried these days that I have no appetite…”

She had barely managed not to care, but since laying the egg, it had become so hard to look away, and she couldn’t shake off her worries.

“Morning sickness.”

“No, what… how can I have morning sickness when I’m not even pregnant?”

“That’s a narrow-minded way of thinking. To protect the fruit of love you and the hero created, your basal consciousness is probably feeling that protecting the egg is more important than appetite. Besides, you’re cherishing the egg as if it’s a bundle of problems. Since all your nerves are focused on it, your appetite naturally won’t return.”

Demodras chuckled at the confused Yura.

She said she was worried, but it was clear she had been wary of Demodras, an outsider, from the beginning.

Yet, the fact that she came to Demodras for advice meant she was worried about her child enough to take a risk.

“Of course, that’s just a feeling. I’ve never laid an egg, and I don’t know my parents’ faces.”

“Is that so…”

[90%]

Yura carefully picked up the egg and put her ear to it.

The egg was big enough to barely hold in her arms. On the other hand, as expected, she couldn’t hear anything.

“Am I a mother…”

“Yes, why don’t you start thinking of a name for the child who will come out?”

Demodras quietly watched Yura, who was muttering while holding the egg.

The feeling that even transcendent beings were clumsy was the same.

Was this what a woman who became a mother for the first time looked like?

While Yura was thinking of a name, Shiron returned.

[91%]

-Hey, what should we name our kid?

[92%]

-Name?

—————

-We were talking about it today, and they said it’s getting so big that it looks like it’s coming out soon.

-A name…

[93%]

-I don’t know about a boy, but I have a name in mind for a girl.

-What is it?

[94%]

-It’s kind of embarrassing to say. I don’t want to say it.

-Why? Now I want to know more.

-……No, I’ll just keep it to myself.

[95%]

[96%]

[97%]

[98%]

[99%]

Crack-

One early morning, the name Shiron thought of became useless.