After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 39

Chapter 39: What is the Seed of God?

“All present, have you heard His Majesty’s words! Sir Ludwig here has achieved the remarkable feat of baptizing children who all share the same magical attributes as their mothers, and furthermore, they all possess Class A magical power. What else can we call this if not the ‘Seed of God’?”

At this point, no noble dared to offer incomprehensible objections. While the resentment didn’t disappear, the value that the “Seed” brought in this world was enough to silence them. However, voices of displeasure, not so welcome to me, started emerging among the nobles.

“In that case, the ‘seeding right’ of this young man…”

“My daughter has a promising light attribute in the future, but to receive the seed of the bridegroom…”

“Please, grant us the ‘Seed of God’ too!”

Ah, so this is why they wanted to involve me with the royal family. Families with girls of childbearing age, which directly affects the rise and fall of the family line due to their outstanding magical qualities, would seek the “Seed of God,” even if the girl already had a spouse.

Having calmly accepted the nobles’ desperate pleas, Queen Elizabeth declared with gravity, “Yes, the value of this man, Lutz, who possesses the ‘Seed of God,’ is immeasurable. We cannot spread it lightly. Therefore, concerning Lutz’s seeding, it will be managed by his spouse, Beatrice, and bestowed upon a select few individuals approved by her. Of course, after reaching adulthood… after turning fifteen.”

A murmuring spread, and the nobles’ eyes turned predatory. Naturally, their prey was me—or rather, my “seed.” The beasts were now focusing their intense gaze on Beatrice, who held the right to my seeding.

I see, so this is the Queen’s aim. To boldly promote the “Seed of God” and then demand loyalty from those who desire it. Even nobles supporting Princess Clara would have no choice but to bend the knee if they sought my child. In a dozen or so years, with close relationships to Beatrice, the noble families would raise children with high magical abilities, making the power dynamics clearer. It seemed like the Queen was laying the groundwork to prevent conflicts in the next generation while she was still in power.

But if that’s the case, I’ll have to go around seeding as commanded by Beatrice. Hopefully, she considers my preferences… well, even if not, I’ll have to endure it. If it becomes unbearable on a physiological level… I’ll apologize to Beatrice and ask for forgiveness. She’s not a demon, after all.

“Well, for Lutz, who possesses such qualities, we cannot treat him as a mere stud. We must offer him some benefits. I hereby allow him to inherit the title of Count of Wolfsburg, which was discontinued. Additionally, he is permitted to have concubines besides Beatrice. The first among them, as boldly declared earlier, is Miss Margarete, the daughter of the Duke of Hanover. It seems she pledged her future to him from a young age, and with her valor and S-class light magic, she is said to be the ‘reincarnation of a hero.’ I’m sure she will be a good sword and shield for this man.”

As the Queen spoke, Gretel responded with a proud expression, for some reason. I guess being recognized as the “reincarnation of a hero” by Her Majesty made her feel proud. Gretel loves my mother, after all.

Nevertheless, personally, I’ve never heard of being granted the title of Count for someone like me. Sure, noble titles are sometimes given to legendary studs or incredibly wealthy merchants, but they usually only reach the rank of Baron. The title of Count for a man who achieved a high-ranking noble position is unheard of. Well, it probably means, “With all these privileges, encourage seeding, won’t you?” The Queen is scary.

Meanwhile, watching the political and religious leaders of the country exchange friendly words with wine glasses in hand, Beatrice gazed at them with a slightly relaxed expression. Her porcelain doll-like face softened, and a gentle smile played on her lips. Today, she wore a dress with silver-threaded embroidery on a white background, embellished with exquisite emeralds on her chest and ears. Beatrice always looked beautiful to me, but today she was exceptional. She confirmed my gaze on her and suddenly, a faint, girlish smile appeared on her lips.

“Look. Today, I’m all silver and azure. Every bit in Lutz’s colors… I’m appealing to you, saying I’m yours.”

If you unexpectedly hit me with such a sweet line, my heart would be pierced again in a single blow. Even in my former world, I had a tendency to fall easily, and getting hit by a gap-moe attack from such a beautiful girl would make my heart race uncontrollably.

“Now, the first dance is with Lutz and me. I’ll show everyone that Lutz is mine.”

With these words, a white and delicate hand was extended along with a tense but supple body, embracing me. Hmm, for some reason, Beato looked incredibly cute. Could it be that I am the happiest man in this world… I thought with a big grin at that moment.

“The second dance is with me, okay?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“Right now, you haven’t forgotten about my existence, have you? It’s natural to admire Lady Beato, but if you forget about me… you understand, don’t you?”

Awakened by Gretel’s chilly voice echoing behind me, I realized the challenging path that lay ahead. Oh well, it seems I’ve made an irreversible life choice.