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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“That’s unusual,” Rudrick muttered, stepping into the quiet mansion.
Usually, one of his wives would greet him at the door, but today, the house was eerily silent.
It wasn’t uncommon, but it was still… unusual.
Elena was often busy assisting the Crown Princess with state affairs, effectively running the Empire in the Empress’ stead.
Lassiel, despite her extended stay in the capital, was still an admiral, and the Imperial Navy’s headquarters were in the south.
Eileen, as a Grand Duchess, often returned to the North to attend to her duties. It wasn’t strange for one of them to be absent.
It was illogical, perhaps, but what could he do?
Their wedding had been anything but normal, with a dragon bride threatening the guests in her true form. They were far from a conventional family.
“Is anyone home?”
The servants bowed as he passed, but there was no sign of his wives. He looked down at the basket of sandwiches he was carrying.
It was too much for one person. He’d bought enough for all six of them.
“They look delicious… I should put a preservation spell on them.”
He’d been to the mage tower and was on his way home.
His expertise was often sought after by other mages, and he occasionally visited the tower to assist with their research.
They were always eager for his help, practically begging him to share his knowledge.
This situation was unexpected.
He didn’t want to eat all the sandwiches himself, and he couldn’t just offer them to a random stranger.
He was about to cast a preservation spell when…
“Rudrick.”
Eileen emerged from the shadows, startling him.
“You scared me. I didn’t see you there.”
“I apologize.”
She stepped into the light, fidgeting slightly.
She was wearing an elaborate dress, the kind one might wear to a formal party. It was far from her usual attire, but he didn’t have time to comment.
He dropped the basket.
The sandwiches tumbled onto the floor, but he barely noticed.
The dress was… revealing, emphasizing her figure in a way her usual uniform didn’t.
He blushed, averting his gaze, even though they’d seen each other naked countless times.
The luxurious fabric, the cinched waist, the plunging neckline… it was a shock, seeing Eileen in such a dress.
It was so different from her usual image, and the effect was… powerful.
“I, uh… well…”
He stammered, flustered.
Seeing his reaction, Eileen blushed too, fiddling with her dress. The color stood out against her pale skin.
She’d been hesitant, but Sylphia had encouraged her to just do it.
She’d wondered how Rudrick would react, worried he wouldn’t like it. But her worries had been unfounded.
And she had something important to tell him.
She knew her own feelings. But expressing them was difficult. She wasn’t used to being… honest.
“Do you… do you think it… suits me…?” she asked, using his name instead of her usual formal address.
“It suits you? It’s not about whether it suits you, it… looks good on you.”
“That’s… good.”
She smiled, relieved.
Wearing this dress, speaking to him so casually… it hadn’t been easy.
But her worries had been for nothing.
Rudrick wasn’t surprised or judgmental. He’d simply accepted it.
“The sandwiches… I bought them for us, but… they’re on the floor.”
“Oh… that’s a shame.”
“I knew this dress wouldn’t suit me…”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I just… wasn’t expecting it, and… you look… beautiful. I was… surprised.”
His honest, unfiltered response made her smile widen.
She tried to hide it, but her lips curved upwards.
Her attempt at a change of image had been successful.
The visual shock had short-circuited Rudrick’s brain. He hadn’t even noticed her change in speech.
She smiled at him.
He’d once used the phrase “strike while the iron is hot.” It wasn’t a common saying in this world, a phrase from his past life.
But she remembered it now, and her actions became bolder.
She took his arm, enjoying the way he flinched at her touch, and linked her arm with his.
“It’s… my day, isn’t it?”
“Technically…”
“Then it’s settled.”
The icy Grand Duchess of Nord, usually aloof and reserved, had transformed into a warm, affectionate woman in front of her flustered husband.
They stood there, arms linked, their faces flushed, the air thick with unspoken emotions.
“Wow, it worked,” Sylphia whispered, watching them through a magical screen in her room.
She’d encouraged Eileen to just do it, but she hadn’t expected it to be this effective. And Rudrick’s reaction, after a year of marriage, was endearingly innocent.
Even Sylphia, who considered breasts a practical inconvenience, despite their appeal to certain men, briefly considered wearing something more revealing.
She looked down at her own chest.
Her first polymorph had given her a modest bust, which she’d been content with. But now, she wondered if Rudrick preferred… larger ones.
“Maybe I should wear a dress next time,” she muttered, watching them with a smile.
After a year, she no longer felt jealous when he was with her other wives.
“Rudrick, I have something to tell you. It’s important. I wanted to surprise you…” Eileen said, her voice soft.
“Something important?”
“Yes.”
She nodded shyly, under Sylphia’s watchful gaze.
Then, gently caressing her belly, she said,
“I checked with magic… I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet…”
Silence.
“I hope it’s a boy who looks like you.”
Rudrick’s jaw dropped, and Sylphia, watching through the screen, was equally shocked.
Her mind went blank.
“Holy shit…!”
She’d known it was theoretically possible for her, even though they were different species, but…
Eileen, her face glowing with happiness, and Sylphia, her face crumpled in defeat, their expressions mirrored each other.
And Rudrick…
“I’m going to be a father…?”
At twenty-one, he was about to become a father.
And this was just the beginning.
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