There’s No Way I Can Raise a Dragon Daughter

“This is the mill, Holy Maiden. And over there is the village chief’s house. Does it ring any bells now?”

“Umm… well, slightly?”

“Thank goodness. It seems your memory is returning.”

“…”

There was no way her memory was coming back.

The owner of this incredibly lascivious body appeared to be in shock from having been torn apart down below and there was no sign of any recovery.

I even considered this –

Could it be that the Holy Maiden named Julia had somehow possessed my Alpha Mail body?

Whether it took a year or ten, I eventually returned to my original body only to find that in my absence, someone else had been controlling it and had completely ruined the life that was practically guaranteed success.

Of course, at this point, I just wanted to return regardless of what had happened to my life.

“Ahhh.”

“Oh dear, are you feeling unwell, Holy Maiden? Would you like to rest for a moment?”

“Yes… ”

Because this time bomb inside my belly could explode at any second.

Judging by the slight swelling of my lower abdomen, it looked about eight weeks into pregnancy, but the fetus was already fully formed and was kicking from inside, causing my stomach to hurt without warning.

It must be a dragon’s offspring as there are many differences compared to a human fetus.

The day this thing comes out will be the end of everything.

When the day comes that a lizard baby crawls out of this womb that was supposedly carrying God’s child, there will be quite a commotion.

I didn’t even want to imagine what might happen after that.

“What the hell is this ridiculous story…”

Does it even make sense in the first place?

For a human to be pregnant with another species’ child…

My conclusion was that this novel was undoubtedly a piece of crap written by a liberal arts enthusiast.

Of course, the more I criticized it, the more my own situation was reduced to that of a pregnancy-optimized slut in a cheap story crafted by a lazy writer.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

“Have you rested enough, Holy Maiden? Shall we head back?”

“Just a moment. I’ll use the restroom first.”

“Ah, yes. The public restroom is that way.”

Leaving the diligent priest who had been attending to me since morning behind, I headed towards the inside of the alley.

Since my lie would be exposed soon, I thought it all the more necessary to understand this world, so I had the priest give me a tour of the village today.

As I slowly wandered through every corner of the village, I was struck by amazement.

While this place appears to be medieval on the surface, it is in fact equipped with a civilization level that rivals the modern era.

From the abundant and diverse fresh ingredients that somehow make their way here, to factory-produced clothing items and the modern interiors inside the houses.

Among all of this, one thing stood out.

“Wow. How does this even make sense for the medieval times?”

I’m talking about the clean water-sealed flush toilets that seem to be standard in every location.

This means that there must be a sewage system in place underground.

I couldn’t comprehend why such an advanced civilization would still engage in farming and herding sheep.

The writer probably doesn’t understand this either.

They must not have given any serious thought to these settings in the first place.

“Damn, really…”

With such a well-developed infrastructure, I don’t need to wipe myself with straw, making my life much easier.

However, the problem is that there’s nothing I can do here.

Even if I try to utilize modern knowledge, this world isn’t at the level of high school education where I can do anything about it.

From what I’ve heard, there seems to be some kind of divine or magical power here, but aside from an automatic recovery ability, I have no clue how to wield any kind of power.

So here, I am nothing more or less than a perpetual virgin restoration machine that violates the second law of thermodynamics.

‘Then, let’s have an abortion.’

The only solution is abortion.

Although just uttering the word makes me feel crushed by guilt, there’s no other way.

Ideally, I’d like to run away unnoticed by anyone, but it seems like this village is quite remote, and there’s no guarantee I’d reach the next village before collapsing from exhaustion if I try to walk alone.

If I can’t leave, there’s no other option but to make sure my lie isn’t exposed.

I feel a little sorry for the innocent life squirming in my belly.

No, nothing is innocent.

It’s guilty for giving me stress.

“Huff… Huff…”

I clenched my fists and raised them high.

The fists were small and pitiable, but the thought of them soon striking my belly made me start to feel breathless.

I can do it.

I’ve already endured worse, so hitting my own stomach should be nothing.

“Ahh…”

Pfft.

My fist slowed down just before striking and ended up barely grazing my belly.

Struck by such a weak blow, I lost my strength in my legs and collapsed.

I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to hit my own belly, but trying to do it myself, my hands were trembling too much, and cold sweats were pouring out…

I can’t do this.

There must be another way.

I chanted to myself that there must be a better path as I left the restroom and headed towards where the priest was.

*

“Uh, uh? Why…”

It was morning, with warm sunlight streaming through the curtains.

Waking up in a rather gloomy mood, I was immediately overwhelmed by panic as soon as I threw off the blanket.

“Why is it bigger…”

My stomach was swollen even more.

It wasn’t just my imagination.

It had swelled nearly twice as much in just one night.

Wouldn’t this be around the 16-week mark of pregnancy?

Why is my stomach that has been pregnant for only three days…

“Surely, as the child of God, its growth rate is exceptional!”

“Perhaps it’s due to the Holy Maiden’s divine power!”

“In any case, we will likely be able to see the child much sooner than expected. Hehehe.”

Screwed.

There is no time.

No, there literally is none.

Judging by the speed at which my stomach is bulging, it’s clear that my due date is no more than a week away.

I have to find a way within a week, no matter what.

“Father, do you happen to know the schedule of the carriage that passes through this village?”

“Carriage schedule? Haha, there is none. Who would bring a carriage to such a secluded village? We get a delivery once a month to bring in alcohol, but aside from that, there’s hardly any traffic in or out of this village.”

“Uh, when is the next alcohol delivery?”

“Hmm, it came last week, so it should be about three weeks away.”

“…”

The plan to sneak away by hiding in a carriage was quickly abandoned as soon as it was conceived.

Next, I decided to try relying on supernatural powers.

Since this woman, Julia, is a Holy Maiden with unlimited recovery abilities, perhaps she can perform other kinds of magic?

“Anna, could you come here for a moment?”

“Is there something you need, Holy Maiden?”

“Before I lost my memory, did I use any kind of magic or have any special abilities?”

“You do excel at healing magic, don’t you? You healed me when I fell and got hurt last time.”

“Ah, that’s right. I seem to vaguely remember that. Besides healing magic, then?”

“Besides healing magic, I don’t recall seeing you do anything else.”

Of course, another failure.

If I could do something like telekinetic magic, I would have tried to destroy the inside of my womb like this.

I thought that if I diligently meditated, I might suddenly awaken to some extraordinary power, but it was useless.

I kept thinking about it endlessly, but no effective solution came to mind.

It felt like the world was forcing me into just one option.

The more I thought about it, the more my hands trembled, and cold sweat ran down my neck, but I kept coming to the same conclusion: there was nothing else I could do.

“Are you alright, Holy Maiden? You don’t look too good.”

“I’m fine. I just need to take care of something quickly.”

“Alright. I’ll be out for a while and will return to prepare dinner later. By the way, is it true that you dropped the fork under the bed at lunch?”

“Maybe it fell into the gap between the floorboards?”

“There doesn’t seem to be a large enough gap… Well, I’ll just bring a new fork anyway. Ah, I’m delaying you too much when you’re in a rush. I’ll go!”

“…”

As the priest hastily left the room, I waved goodbye and pulled the fork out from under the pillow.

Narrow and specialized for thin objects, this fork was ideally suited for piercing.

Supporting my heavy body with one hand on my stomach, I moved to the restroom.

Looking in the mirror, Julia’s face was a mess, and this belly that had expanded to the point of full-term pregnancy in just a few days was enough to make me cry every time I saw it.

Desperately holding back tears, I rolled up the towel hanging on the drying rack and bit down on it.

Then, I pulled down my panties, sat on the toilet, and spread my legs to finish the preparations.

“Hah, haa, haa…”

My hand holding the fork between my legs was shaking violently.

A shaking far beyond what I experienced trying to hit my own stomach was gripping my wrist, trying to push it outward.

However, my determination and resolution were also different from before.

If I don’t do it, I’ll die.

No, maybe I’ll endure an even worse humiliation.

This fear was pulling my wrist inward.

My hand, tightly gripping the fork, was soaked with sweat and slippery.

“I can do this. I can do this. Haha… I can do this.”

I can do this.

I’ve endured worse.

I’ve experienced much greater pain before.

This is nothing.

I just have to grit my teeth a little and endure it.

I can do this.

No, I must do this.

I must do it.

I put all my strength into my arm with that single resolve.

“Ahh.”

A pain so severe it stifled even a scream surged through me as the sound of water droplets fell into the toilet.

Then, suddenly, the sound intensified, splashing uncontrollably.

“… … …”

“Ah, Holy Maiden, may I place my ear on your belly to listen?”

“…”

“Do as you please.”

It failed.

The reason was clear.

My insufficient courage.

This body has an indomitable will that won’t allow me to faint easily, so it should have been a simple matter of just pushing through, but I chickened out and ruined the opportunity.

“Damn kid, seriously…”

I wanted to cry.

Truthfully, I cried a lot too.

With every passing day, moving around became more difficult, needing to go to the bathroom every three minutes, and despite just eating, I found myself uncontrollably craving food – all these things overwhelmed me with a strong sense of self-loathing…

I seemed to have cried a lot while clinging to this priest.

It was like Pavlov’s dog; my brain had learned the reflexive response so well that now, every time I see this guy, I start getting choked up.

Either my hormones or tear glands must have gone haywire.

Since outings have decreased, this priest has started nursing me almost 24 hours a day, leaving no room to attempt self-harm.

Even if I tried again, I feel it would only end up similarly to last time.

My spirit has already been broken, in every possible way.

I can’t count how many times I prayed every day.

Please, let there be blood on the sheets when I wake up.

Despite praying so earnestly, there was no miscarriage, and the baby in my belly continued to grow stronger every day, as if slowly sucking away all of my life force.

“Sudden events seem to have caused you significant mental distress lately. Don’t worry. It will all be okay.”

“All okay? How would you know, Father?”

“Is there anyone in this world who has accumulated as much merit as the Holy Maiden? Good deeds always return to the person.”

“…”

That Holy Maiden with merit isn’t here.

I tried to reflect on my life, wondering how much goodness should come back to me.

But I couldn’t.

Even though I’ve only been here a week, it feels like decades have passed, and my memories from my previous life are becoming blurry.

And even in those vague memories, I couldn’t recall doing much of anything virtuous, which only made me feel more dejected.

As a bonus, there was an odd sensation like something bursting inside.

“Holy Maiden.”

“…”

“Holy Maiden? Is there any discomfort? You’ve suddenly gone pale.”

“…”

Having never experienced a woman’s body or pregnancy in my entire life, I still instinctively realized.

That it had finally begun.

As I felt the bed getting wet, I couldn’t utter a word, as if my throat were tightly closed.

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