Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Chapter 590.1: Where Are We (1)

Transplant rejection was a dangerous side effect of organ transplants that could endanger a person’s life. Even Origin Level 1 transcendents like Wilhelmina dared not confidently claim that they could overcome this ordeal.

Yet, she still decisively chose the second option of the two solutions Roel proposed, for she knew that she had to recover as quickly as possible.

The second solution had a lower chance of success, but it was also likelier for her to make a full recovery. It would be less likely for her to suffer a relapse from the organ rejection in the future. With her enhanced constitution as an Origin Level 1 transcendent, she should be able to make a full recovery within a few days.

More importantly, she would be able to greatly lessen Roel’s burden that way.

Indeed, Wilhelmina wanted to hasten her recovery for Roel’s sake.

On the one hand, while the two of them had remained safe thus far, it was clearly unwise for them to continue to remain powerless in a foreign environment. On the other hand, she noticed that Roel had been concealing his condition.

The truth was that Roel’s condition hadn’t improved in the least.

He had been trying his best to maintain a composed and leisurely front so as to not worry her, but there were still minor details that he was unable to conceal—for instance, the temperature of his fingers.

His hands were cold, even more so than the severely wounded Wilhelmina. His heartbeat was also faint, weaker even than that of ordinary mortals.

He was already toeing the boundary of life and death despite looking fine on the surface. In contrast, Wilhelmina was well taken care of. She had to quickly recover so that she could put his mind at ease and take care of him.

With that being said, there were some things she didn’t want to change.

“Can you continue holding onto me?”

“Is that the encouragement you want?”

“Mm. I-I feel more assured that way, s-so…”

Roel couldn’t help but smile as he watched the nervous Wilhelmina raise a rather adorable request, though it wasn’t much of a surprise when he thought deeper into it.

Wilhelmina had never enjoyed the spring of youth. She had lived her life as a man before her defeat to Roel, and even after then, her life continued to revolve around her responsibilities and her training. She was so dull to the notion of romance that it took her a year before she became cognizant of her feelings for Roel.

It was a struggle for her to express her feelings, and acting coy was beyond her. According to her upbringing, there was no one she could act coy with, and expressing her feelings was seen to be an act of weakness.

The thought of that left Roel feeling even more sorry for Wilhelmina. He nodded his head with a smile before hugging her even tighter.

“Is this fine? Does it hurt?”

“Mm, i-it’s fine… My body feels fine, but my clothes…”

“Ah! Well, I took them off while I was treating your injuries…”

“…I see,” Wilhelmina murmured back as her pale face slowly reddened.

Roel found himself at a loss for words. There was no denying that he had seen and even touched her from head to toe. Of course, he had no choice but to do it in order to treat her, but nevertheless, he had no intention of shirking responsibility here.

He had already made up his mind from the moment Wilhelmina died for his sake.

“I’m sorry for doing it without your permission…”

“N-no, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter for a body like mine to be seen…”

“What do you mean by that?”

“A muscular body like mine must have been awful to look at. It is nowhere as soft and tender as other women…”

“…What in the world are you saying?” Roel was honestly confused to hear those words.

As one of the few people who had seen Wilhelmina’s bare body, he believed that he had the greatest credibility on the topic of how charming she was. While her physique was more on the muscular side, given the intense physical training she had been through, she wasn’t too brawny due to the effects of her Dragon Bloodline.

Honestly speaking, he found it hard to believe that a body as beautiful as hers was capable of exerting such tremendous strength.

From her smooth skin and well-developed breasts to her tight waist and perky bottom—that was a killer body if he’d ever seen one!

“I can’t speak on others’ behalf, but in my eyes, you have a beautiful body.”

“…Is that true?”

“Of course… I am fond of it.”

“T-that’s good,” Wilhelmina nervously replied before diffidently lowering her head.

Roel squeezed her cheeks and said, “Don’t put yourself down for no good reason, else I’m going to be angry.”

“Mm. I won’t do so anymore,” Wilhelmina replied as she nuzzled against his hand, almost as if apologizing for her earlier words.

Roel smiled as a surge of warmth flowed into his heart.

The two of them soaked in the warm atmosphere for a moment longer before making their preparations.

Roel took in a deep breath before asking, “Mina, the assimilation process will likely be very excruciating. Are you ready?”

“…Mm.”

“All right. Since that’s the case…”

Roel placed his finger on Wilhelmina’s chest before carefully guiding his remaining mana into her body, with the intention of stimulating her rejection effect. The latter’s body immediately jolted in response.

A golden glow shone from Wilhelmina’s amber eyes as she tightened her grip on Roel’s clothes.

“Mina, you…”

“I’m fine… I’m fine…” Wilhelmina replied with gritted teeth. Her eyes remained unwavering.

Roel had no choice but to suppress his feelings and fully unleash the rejection effect.

…

What is it like to be a male gynecologist?

Roel was unfated with this noble profession in his previous life, so his knowledge about it was limited to the bits and pieces he gathered through the media. But today, in a certain sense, one could say that he got firsthand experience of what it would be like to be a male gynecologist.

Wilhelmina’s rejection effect was worse than he had expected. The pain she experienced was so intense that it surpassed what she felt from the fatal wounds inflicted by the deviants’ Race Sovereigns. It had probably already reached the level of childbirth, such that it was nearly unbearable even with her strength.

Roel’s nerves were completely taut. He actively encouraged her from the side, while carefully channeling his mana to alleviate her pain.

He had previously used his frost aura to numb her pain while dealing with her injuries, but that had only been for her external injuries. He couldn’t do the same for her internal injuries, or else he would risk freezing her heart and other organs.

To make things worse, his frost aura and the mana rampaging in her body shared the same origin. Should he slip his frost aura into her body, it would likely overlook the rampaging mana and instead prioritize attacking her, thus worsening her condition.

Roel could only resort to manual methods to alleviate her pain such as giving her something to bite on… but there was nothing suitable to use inside this stone chamber, so he could only offer her his arm.

Saying that Wilhelmina’s bite strength was frightening would be a gross understatement—she was an inheritor of the Dragon Bloodline, after all—but Roel’s Indestructible Body was not to be made light of, either. As long as he focused his mana, his arm could easily serve as a convenient substitute for a wooden branch.

However, Wilhelmina shook her head and rejected his plan. She couldn’t bear to bite him. Instead, she buried her head in his chest and stubbornly endured it with her sheer willpower.

Time slowly ticked by, and her rejection effect finally began to lessen as Roel gently guided the rampaging mana out of her body. Her Dragon Bloodline slowly took control of her beating heart and forced it to facilitate the other parts of her body.

With that, she had finally overcome her dangerous phase.

Exhausted from the ordeal, she quickly fell deeply asleep.