The Unlikely Saintess: A Transmigrator’s Odyssey

The palace was in chaos. Within minutes, everyone knew—Princess Belinda had knocked Princess Sophie unconscious! Though no one dared say it outright, their pointed glances spoke volumes, making Belinda's skin crawl.

Without farewells or lingering, Belinda slunk away in disgrace, not even catching a glimpse of her beloved "Serei brother."

Sophie's words echoed in her mind, striking her soul. She had always taken, never considering she might be wrong. She hadn't meant to hurt Sophie—she just didn't want her near Serei. Now, she might never have a reason to return to Kilisial. Watching the distant silhouette of Lamipor City fade, the shadow in her heart grew fainter.

---

By the bedside, Serei clutched Sophie's hand to his forehead, praying she could hear him.

*Wake up. Please wake up.*

Two days had passed. Sophie lay still, her breathing soft, her body warm—but her clever words, playful glances, and gentle touches were gone. No matter how he begged, she wouldn't open her eyes to soothe his fear.

If only he hadn't obeyed the king's summons. If only he'd returned to Sophie sooner.

But time couldn't be undone. All he could do was stay by her side, whispering to her, bathing her, even as she gave no response.

---

In the king's study, Serei and his father debated how to expedite Belinda's departure (Hilbert, as usual, had no interest in "thinking"). Before they could settle on a plan, a guard burst in—Sophie had collapsed in Belinda's palace!

Now, after two sleepless days, Serei looked haggard. He refused food, ignored pleas to rest, and stared at Sophie as if she'd vanish the moment he blinked.

Every healer in the kingdom had been summoned, yet none could explain her coma. No injuries, no head trauma—just a deep, unshakable sleep as her body weakened.

Even Bradley, usually lurking in the kitchens, was dragged into the fray. After a hushed conversation with the king, he vanished into the skies—hardly noteworthy after the spectacle of multiple dragons.

---

"Charles, when will Mom wake up?" Agatha asked, chin propped on the bed.

"Soon," Charles murmured, though his eyes stayed glued to Sophie. His father's hollow cheeks and wild beard terrified him—if this continued, Serei would collapse before Sophie stirred.

Then—

*Whoosh!*

A gust of wind billowed through the room as Hall stormed in. His eyes locked onto Sophie, and suddenly… he grinned.

"HAHAHA! I DID IT! I SUCCEEDED!"

Bradley, hot on his heels, paled. *Oh no. Grief has broken him.*

"Dad…?" He poked Hall's shoulder cautiously.

The grin didn't waver.

"*Dad!* Don't scare me like this!" Bradley yanked Hall's arm, face scrunched in panic.

"Ugh, stop being dramatic!" Hall shook him off, finally snapping out of it.

"You—you're okay? Then why the insane laughter?!"

"Because, you idiot—" Hall flicked Bradley's forehead, "—your sister isn't sick. She's *pregnant*."

He turned to Serei, who gaped like a fish.

"Stop gawking and get her some food! That baby's draining her energy dry!"

---

Serei's heart lurched. *Pregnant? A son?*

Before he could speak, Hall conjured a vial of emerald liquid. With a flick, the potion spiraled into mist, seeping into Sophie's nostrils with each breath.

Color flooded her cheeks.

Her lashes fluttered.

Then—

"Darling… you look terrible." Sophie's voice was weak, but her smile lit the room. Tears spilled as she weakly stroked Serei's stubble.

Though paralyzed, she'd heard everything—Serei's pleas, the healers' confusion, the children's whispers. She'd *felt* it too: her strength pooling in her belly, warm and hungry.

Now, with Hall's potion, energy surged back.

"Go clean up," she teased. "If I'm happy, our son will be healthy."

Serei shot upright—then swayed, dizzy from exhaustion. Bradley steadied him, but Serei shrugged him off. If he wanted to care for his family, he needed to be strong.

---

Hall, meanwhile, sidled up to Sophie with a grin.

"Sophie, let's make a deal."

She narrowed her eyes. *This can't be good.*

"You're having a baby! If you pop out, say, eight or ten—"

"*What.*"

"—let me raise a few! The dragonkin have *excellent* educators—"

"No."

"Not even one?"

"*No.*"

Hall clasped his hands. "Sophie, *please*. I'm an old man! Let me enjoy some grandkids!"

She eyed his flawless face. "*Old?* You look like you belong on a magazine cover."

"Fine," he huffed. "Then at least let me stay in Lamipor. Free babysitting!"

Sophie smirked. A dragon guardian-slash-nanny?

*Not the worst idea.*

**Will Hall's persistence pay off—or will Sophie outmaneuver him again?**