462: Hard

Hard

"So, you got to meet my parents before talking to me?"1

Qia didn't seem to care.

"Of course! Paying respect to my father and mother-in-law is extremely important. Besides, you will be able to see me anytime you want after we get married. However, that's not the case for them. I need to make things proper."

Harmalia couldn't help but hug Qia, much to the girl's surprise. Well, what could she expect? Harmalia came from a small tribe at the corner of the Empire. She didn't even know what it was to be considered a princess of the Empire very well. All that mattered was that Qia liked her son.

Qia wasn't used to that kind of thing either. Her guards, which would obviously be with her since she was a princess, also looked at each other without being sure if they should reprimand Harmalia or not. However... she was Qia's future mother-in-law. It's just that this kind of display of affection between families was completely out of place in the Imperial Family.

"Ahem... Mom, she is a princess, you know? It's quite disrespectful to hug her in front of everyone else."

It was then that Qia saw a chance to look even better in Rean's eyes and hugged Hamarlia back.

"What are you saying? The fact that your mother likes me this much is nothing but an honor. Lady Harmalia, I hope to live to your expectations. I'll be sure to give you a lot of grandchildren."

Harmalia's eyes lit up as she looked at Qia.

"Good! Good! There is nothing that this old woman would like more than having a house full of grandchildren."

Rean felt a chill on his back. Lots of grandchildren? Is she crazy? He didn't want kids at all! First of all, he was from modern Earth, where having kids at such young age was considered a bad thing. He was obviously thinking the same way up to now. From where did she get that idea?

Roan, who was still eating the desserts, looked at Rean and said.

"I didn't expect to become an uncle so soon. Try 'hard,' beloved brother."

[Hahaha! Great! Let's do it like this. I will record the moment of conception. How about that?]

Roan nodded as he replied.

'It's rare for me to ever agree with Sister Orb, but this seems like a good idea.'

'Good idea, your asses! Are you trying to fuck me up? Can you imagine how much a kid would implicate our plans? Fuck you two!'

Sister Orb laughed even more as Roan faintly smiled while eating his dessert.

Qia and Harmalia didn't hear the part where they talked with Sister Orb, but they still heard the 'hard' part. Both girls understood what Roan meant by that.

"You brat! How can you say such things in front of women?"

Roan shrugged his shoulders but didn't comment anything else.

Qia looked down with an embarrassed face before saying.

"Be-Being hard is important... to make more kids."

Rean almost vomited blood! What the hell are you saying, girl? Shouldn't princesses try to avoid such topics? Are you actually a fake?

Turen then looked at Rean and saw how his expression darkened. It was then that one possible thought popped into his mind.

"Rean... Could it be that you have problems getting hard?"

The room went silent as everyone looked at Rean with weird expressions. As for Rean, he wanted to die already...

"I'm very healthy, thank you!"

Turen and Harmalia sighed in relief. That would have been a big blow to them if they found out that Rean couldn't do such a thing. Otherwise, their grandchildren wouldn't appear at all!

Qia's guards kept pretending to not hear anything when one of them finally stepped out.

"Ahem... Princess Qia, we have an appointment with your parents. Shouldn't we depart already?"

"Oh!"

Qia then looked at Harmalia and Turen before saying.

"Let's go! I'll bring you to meet my parents as well. I'm sure they will like you two."

Turen and Harmalia nodded. That's what they were waiting for anyway. Jury also got up and followed Qia with Rean. The other people who came with them didn't go, though. After all, they were only guests for the marriage ceremony. As for Roan...

'Why are you coming? Aren't you the type who hates this kind of thing?'

Roan nodded.

'I do hate this kind of thing. However, I do love making your life worse. So how could I let a chance slip?'

'Go to hell!'

[Don't be sad, Rean. These are going to be good memories when you become old. I'll make sure to record everything when that time comes.]

'Good memories, your ass!'

Although he complained, neither Roan nor Sister Orb let it go, so they followed as well.

Turen and Harmalia were already impressed by the size of the Dalamu Sect's residence. However, when they saw the Core Region of the city, they became even more shocked. Let alone when they saw the Imperial Family at the center of the Core City Region.

"Re-Rean... Are we going to that place?"

The Palace was simply gigantic. The guards at the front gate couldn't even be considered ants compared to the enormous building. Turen and Harmalia were finally starting to understand just what kind of background Qia had.

Rean nodded as he said.

"Qia is a princess of the Empire, after all. Logically, she lives in the Imperial Palace."

Harmalia couldn't help but ask.

"Sa-Say, my son. Just how important is an Imperial Princess?"

Rean pondered for a bit. That was quite a difficult question.

"Hmm... It depends a lot on the status of the princess or prince. Qia ranks quite high among the descendants of the direct bloodline, so you could say that even Jialin Country's king wouldn't dare offend her. Otherwise, he might even lose his head."

When it came to their own country, Turen and Harmalia had a bit more understanding. The Jialin Royal Family was supreme in the Jialin Country, but even their king was nothing in front of their soon-to-be daughter-in-law.

Turen quickly put his arm around Rean's shoulder after hearing that.

"Just one or two kids is not enough. You better make sure to give your mother and me at least five of them. Don't worry about that part, okay? Your father has a special medicine that works wonders when it comes to a man's ferocity."

Rean's mouth twitched in response. This guy seemed a lot different from his usual father.

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