Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters Chapter 152: The Bond of Blood… and the Fear of Death

Drakovitch’s gaze shifted toward his son, Draculeus, who still lingered above the stage, his eyes shadowed with guilt. He could feel the weight pressing on him—the disappointnt he had caused, the hope he had withheld.

"Son, it’s alright if you have not yet decided. To share your blood... to make soone truly one with you... it is not sothing you give lightly. You cannot force it, nor choose without feeling it in your heart. It must be them. It must be you. It is... like finding a partner in life, a bond that cannot be rushed, only recognized when it is right."

Draculeus blinked, taking in his father’s words, the burden on his chest lightening just a fraction. The hall, still tense, seed to breathe alongside them, the weight of expectation softened by understanding.

Draculeus slowly lifted his head, his eyes sweeping across the hall. The silence of disappointnt had faded, replaced by a burning determination in the faces of the warriors below. Every frown, every clenched jaw, every tear shed earlier had turned into raw, unrestrained resolve.

The warriors shouted loudly, their voices carrying a vow across the hall:

"We will make you want us by your side, Prince Draculeus! We will train harder every day! We will prove ourselves worthy—not just to you, but to the next Dragonborn, the prince and princess of King Drakovitch!"

The echoes of their promise rattled the walls, a storm of ambition and devotion that even Draculeus could not ignore. Their eyes burned with intent, their bodies poised for the trials yet to co.

As the hall erupted with cheers and laughter, the energy lifting every soul within its walls, a dark spark lingered in the corner. Morgant’s eyes blazed with fury, the hatred coiling tight around his chest. He glared at Drakovitch, his voice low and seething.

"So... like father, like son. Always showing off, never taking what’s truly theirs. Always knowing how to break hearts... I see it now. The sa arrogance. The sa tyranny. And you—"

He spat on the floor, lips trembling with rage.

"You’ve raised him to be worse than you. A monster wrapped in perfection."

Drakovitch’s silver eyes swept over the hall. A faint smile curved his lips, as if Morgant’s fury was nothing more than a flicker of candlelight against the sun.

"Enjoy the night, everyone! Feast, celebrate, dance! Let laughter and joy fill these halls, for tomorrow, our mission, our own journey of life... continues!"

The moon hung high over the palace, but the night was far from peaceful.

In the Commoners’ Sleeping Quarters, a breathing of dozens of won filled the air. But Gin lay wide awake. Every ti she closed her eyes, the image of Drakovitch burned against her eyelids—the way his jaw moved, the deep vibration of his voice, and that scent. That intoxicating, manly dragon scent.

"Argh!"

Gin growled, tossing onto her side.

"Keep it down, savage!" a woman hissed from a nearby cot. "So of us have seeding appointnts at dawn!"

Gin’s gold eyes flashed in the dark.

"Maybe if the music from the hall wasn’t loud enough to wake the dead, I could!"

She sat up, her frustration boiling over. Beside her, Shuna was deep in sleep, letting out a loud, wet snore that sounded like a saw hitting a rock.

SLAP!

Gin’s palm connected with Shuna’s shoulder with a sharp crack.

"Wha—? Alphas!? Enemies!? Is the King here?"

Shuna scrambled up, rubbing her arm and looking around with wide, blurry eyes. Gin crouched beside her, voice low and sharp.

"Get up, sleepyhead. We’re moving. Now."

"Moving? In the middle of the night!? My dreams were just getting to the dessert part!"

Shuna groaned, yawning as they slipped out of their beds like shadows. The hallway was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of magical lamps. A sudden, heavy clang echoed from a corner.

"Guard!" Shuna squeaked, flinching.

Gin grabbed Shuna’s collar and slamd her back against the cold stone wall. They held their breath, pressed into the darkness. A White Knight strolled past, his black sword gleaming. He paused for a second, sniffing the air, then continued his route.

Once he was gone, Shuna leaned in close, a wicked grin stretching across her face.

"You just can’t stay away, can you? You want to find him. You want to see if the King slls as good as he looks."

Gin’s knee shot out, striking Shuna sharply. Shuna yelped, but imdiately clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, her eyes widening in alarm.

"Ow! You almost got us caught!"

anwhile, in a high balcony overlooking the glowing gardens, Draculeus stood in silence. The white silk of his royal robes caught the starlight. Behind him, Percieval stood like a guardian statue.

"You are thinking about the seven, aren’t you?" Percieval asked softly.

Draculeus looked down at his hands.

"They are strong, Lord Percieval. Brave. But I looked at them and all I could see was... the fire. I saw my brother’s knots of hair turning to ash. I saw my sister’s strong arms falling limp. If I bind a warrior to my soul and they die... I do not think I can bear it."

Percieval stepped forward, his eyes softening. He saw the trauma behind the Prince’s 100 million power level.

"A Dragonguard is not just a shield, Draculeus. They are the other half of your heart. You fear the loss, but the bond is what makes you more than a monster."

Draculeus turned to him.

"How did my father choose you? How did you beco his shadow?"

Percieval let out a small, sad chuckle.

"? Oh, Prince... I was never your father’s Dragonguard."

Draculeus froze, his blue eyes widening in shock.

"What? But you are always at his side! You are the strongest knight in the realm!"

"I am like a widow, my Prince. I lost... you could say, my ’spouse’ long ago. During the war against the demigods, all the Dragonborn fell. My partner... my Dragonborn... she died in my arms. I serve your father out of loyalty not by blood bond, and since I have served two Dragonborn kings now, I can help him run this kingdom while he focuses on restoring the Dragonborn line. I have seen him as my own son."