It's okay because it's not human

Chapter 139: Knights as the Symbol of Fertility (2)

Chapter 139: Knights as the Symbol of Fertility (2)

At those words, I instinctively froze, looking back at Mollang and Shuru.

Then, I glanced at Delphine's lower belly.

"What?"

I couldn't believe it, so I asked again.

"No, that can't be... logically."

"Logic exists to be overturned. And most knights, whether male or female, are highly fertile, aren't they?"

Now that I thought about it, among the senior knights, there were almost no cases where they had fewer than three children. Four or five kids seemed to be the norm.

"That's because knights have great stamina, so it's easier for them to make children. Isn't that why they're so fertile?"

"That could be true. But according to Pandel's re

Jake, looking busy, scribbled in his notebook and left. Meanwhile, among the remaining roommates, Dane glanced between Eileen and me with a sly grin before grabbing Levin by the scruff of his neck.

"Let’s go, Levin."

"Why?"

"Reasons. Just follow me."

Though I appreciated them leaving the three of us alone, it only made me more anxious. Now, I was stuck in a situation where I couldn’t slip away from both Eileen and Angelica.

'I feel like I’ve committed a crime...'

"So... how have you been? Nothing major happening where you are? And, um... have the tribe numbers, by any chance—"

"If you have something to say, just say it clearly."

The words just wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

Moreover, Angelica was covering her horse-like lower body with a loose fabric, making it impossible to check the state of her abdomen.

"This isn’t like you. I don’t like it."

"Hmm?"

Before I could figure out what she meant, Eileen suddenly hooked her arm around me, lifting me onto her back as if it were nothing.

"It’s been a while. How about a run?"

"Ah, maybe not right now—"

"Let’s see if you can hold on like before without any preparation."

With no other choice, I had to grab Eileen’s long hair for support, and she bolted across the training grounds of the magic knights.

"Out of the way, move!"

Shouting at people to clear the path, Eileen quickly dashed through the capital, past the city walls, and into the outskirts where the roads were quieter.

At first, I panicked, thinking, We shouldn’t be running here..., and felt awkward about riding on her back. But before I knew it, I was caught up in the wind brushing through her flowing hair and the peaceful scenery of the capital rushing past us.

"It finally feels like we’re back together again."

"Does it?"

"Yes. Even back then, you were a foolish man, but at least you weren’t such a coward who couldn’t even meet my eyes."

'Guess I’m not hiding it well...'

"Eileen."

There were so many things I wanted to ask her.

How has she been? Why did she come here? And, has anything happened since then?

But despite my curiosity, I couldn’t bring myself to ask, and she didn’t volunteer any answers either.

"This is true unity between man and centaur."

All we felt was the shared rhythm of running together—a true unity of human and centaur.

"Always walk proudly with your head held high. You are the man riding on our backs."

"What do you mean by that?"

Her vague statement made me uneasy, but Eileen just smiled and didn’t answer.

'She’s probably including Angelica when she says “us,” right?'

Even so, I found my mind beginning to settle after all the confusion caused by Delphine’s words.

‘I’ll do my best to stay true to myself.’

If possible, I wanted to make sure everyone could be happy... somehow.

"By the way, you’re not feeling heavy or anything, are you?"

I couldn’t help but be curious, after all.

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Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of war drums echoed across the battlefield.

Each warrior was handed a drink, taking a single sip to boost their morale.

The liquor was so potent that even a small sip could knock out an average person, but for them, it was the perfect dose to dull their senses and ease their fear, while leaving them just drunk enough to feel bold.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The drumming grew louder, and the warriors grabbed their weapons.

They didn’t carry the latest mana sabers or mana-powered firearms, but primitive weapons that shone under the light, reflecting their bulging muscles and gleaming flesh.

"Sisters, listen up!"

A booming voice etched itself into the warriors’ ears like magic.

"We stand on the brink of a once-in-a-lifetime war."

"Wooh! Wooh!!"

"This is what we call the War of Flowers! A great war that will shape our strength for the next ten years, or maybe even longer!!"

"Yaaaaah!!"

The soldiers of the kingdom trembled in fear as the deafening roars filled the air.

They were terrified.

The enemy's weapons were outdated, and their tactics primitive, but their overwhelming combat prowess was horrifying.

To the kingdom’s soldiers, it felt as if they were being thrown as bait, nothing more than meat shields for the true knights who had yet to arrive.

"Fight, sisters! Take what is yours!! The stronger you are, the greater the flower you will claim!!"

These warriors needed their flowers.

"Yaaaaaaaah!!"

"Charge, and claim your prize!!"

This was the Eastern Orc tribe.

"Drive out the women and ravage the men!!"

They kidnapped men from outside, using them to conceive children. Male offspring were cast out, while female offspring were raised and accepted into the tribe.

Just as a flower needs a seed to bloom, they sought men as their flowers to create new life.

Thus began the War of Flowers.