Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2211: Finally, it’s a…(1)

The Merman Kingdom's affairs were largely concluded, and shortly thereafter, a messenger's arrival precipitated my immediate departure. A part of me had already anticipated this summons, given the preceding circumstances.

"With their pregnancies occurring concurrently, it's only natural that their births would follow suit," the messenger conveyed. Yet, a different sentiment stirred within me.

"They are truly considerate, even synchronizing their births for my convenience. It allows me to be in multiple places at once." The timing of these births felt as though they were deliberately waiting for me to finalize matters before making their arrival.

"Even before birth, these children are thinking of their father..." This thought occupied my mind amidst the perfect alignment of events.

Once again, I had arrived too late. The transmission of messages is not instantaneous, and the journey between the Merman Kingdom and the Kite Kingdom, where Isra resided, demanded considerable time. Consequently, I was unable to be present for the birth.

Reflecting further, even my presence might not have altered the outcome significantly. A cadre of experts had already been assembled, capable of providing ample assistance. In the direst of circumstances, the saintess herself was available to offer holy magic.

However, such measures proved unnecessary, as the birth proceeded exceptionally smoothly. Reports indicated the baby emerged with remarkable ease, as if reluctant to trouble its mother. This pattern had remarkably recurred with all my children.

It seemed each of my children possessed a unique quality. Yet, their distinctiveness often extended beyond mere individuality, invariably sparking significant events. This time, I had braced myself for such an occurrence.

"He's somewhat smaller than a typical giant infant, which is understandable as he's only half-giant. Beyond that, there doesn't appear to be anything particularly remarkable about him," the doctor informed me when I inquired about the well-being of the mother and child. This report felt strangely anticlimactic, deviating entirely from my expectations.

This was merely a standard medical assessment, devoid of any extraordinary details. "Wait, is that truly all?" I found myself interjecting midway through the report. The doctor regarded me with a peculiar expression before slowly responding, "Is there something further I should be mentioning? Isn't it a positive sign that the child is healthy?"

An awkward expression crossed my face as I replied, "It's not that the child's health is a negative, it's just that this report doesn't align with what I had anticipated." My voice trailed off, the sentiment feeling peculiar as it left my lips.

It genuinely sounded as though I were hoping for an ailment in my own child. However, my desire wasn't for my child to suffer; rather, this outcome broke the established pattern. Every one of my previous children had exhibited something special, leading me to expect a similar distinction in this one. The assertion that there was nothing extraordinary about him felt disconcerting.

Nevertheless, I refrained from further questioning the doctor. Judging by his expression, any additional remarks from me would likely prove detrimental. In a past life, the doctor would undoubtedly have contacted child protective services by now.

Clearing my throat, I announced, "Let us go and see them." The doctor's movements betrayed a hint of hesitation, as if weighing the prudence of granting me access to the child. His scrutiny left me unsure of how to react.

Ultimately, however, I was escorted to the mother and child. The birthing room itself was far from ordinary; it was a specially constructed space for Isra, accommodating her giant stature. She had deliberately minimized her use of shrinking potions during her pregnancy, uncertain of their potential effects on the developing child.

In the latter stages, she had even refused the potion, opting for a natural birth. To someone of my human scale, the room felt akin to being a miniature figure in a dollhouse. Thankfully, I could easily fly up to her bedside to check on her and the infant. As stated, the child was indeed smaller compared to typical giant newborns. Even from my perspective, he appeared to be roughly half the size of a normal giant baby. Still, he seemed healthy, and that was the most important aspect.Witnessing it firsthand, I found myself frozen with indecision. An awkwardness settled over me, unsure of how to proceed or what words to utter. With others observing, any unusual action on my part would surely be noticed. It was at this moment that Isra spoke, her voice cutting through my hesitation. "Just do as you wish. Why hesitate around your own child?"