Reincarnated as the Only Human

I continued tending to my garden, occasionally looking up to find Yiksa on the ground, her body bruised and battered.

She would always cast glances at me, pleading for me to make the three Deerkin stop, but...

Giving her the same content grin, I watched as she was pulled back to her feet, thrust into another spar.

Yiksa provided Camara and Aethisia a decent challenge, her skill with a sword becoming apparent as she wielded a stick with precision, but my daughters were much stronger, especially considering Yiksa had lost a good portion of her stats; roughly 1/3rd of them.

Her constant beatdown was enjoyable to watch, and when I had finished pruning the Rojaberry bush, I stroked my pregnant stomach, deciding to take this calm moment to utilize {Skill Transfer}

I knew what I was giving this daughter of mine from the Breeding System; {Closed Womb} was a no brainer at this current moment, considering Aethisia seemed to be as insatiable as Rhefia, and I could tell my daughter didn’t truly enjoy having to pull out of her sister with every load.

If this newest daughter of mine grew up wanting to satisfy everyone, then she would need {Closed Womb} so that everyone could truly enjoy her.

I wouldn’t force her into anything, no matter how much I currently hated her real dama, but it was a good skill for her to have nonetheless.

When I thought that, a screen ’appeared’ before me, and the left side, the ’Breeding System’ side had {Closed Womb}, as well as its description.

Clicking on the right side, I browsed my available skills, wondering what I should give her.

I currently had no way of knowing what ’gender’ my daughter would be; was she going to be a futa or not?

She didn’t need to be a futa to fight or hunt, but what Rhefia had told me made sense; in a majority of races, the futa’s were the stronger of the two, and tended to be more ’built’ for physical labor, whereas the pure women were simply not.

So if I gave her a physical fighting skill, and she ended up as a normal woman, and she didn’t want to fight, then I would have wasted the opportunity to give her something beneficial.

Pursing my lips, I read through my skills again and again, before sighing.

I could give her a pure stat boost with {Survivor}, {Fighter}, or {Oak Skin}; an increase to Hp, Attack, or Defense respectively.

Of the three, {Survivor} was the one that benefited her either way...

Or should I take a gamble and give her one of my other skills, banking on her either being like me or her being like Yiksa?

I had my weapon skills, as well as my gathering skills...

As for {Blood Magic}...

I didn’t want to give that away; not until I was sure that the beginning description about an abundant hate for something, and I didn’t want to impart something like that to my daughter.

Not until I knew for sure that it had no impact on my body or mind.

Glancing at the plants beside me, I sighed.

”Whatever...”

Gamble it is then...

Selecting {Farmer} as her Survival Skill, I confirmed the selection of the two skills, my womb warming up with that familiar energy.

Taking a deep breath as I felt the child in my womb absorb that energy, I stared up at the sparring women, slowly getting to my feet.

Walking over to them, I watched as Yiksa was pushed to the ground again, but this time...

”Alright, enough...”

Giving each an exasperated look, I sighed as I stared at the woman, before tossing her my old stone axe.

”Start expanding the clearing...”

Yiksa looked at the chipped axehead, before glancing up at me, her gray skin swollen and blackened in some areas.

Approaching her, I placed my palm before her face, using my Blood Magic to expedite her bodies healing, albeit...

Gritting her teeth, the woman panted as her blood rushed through her body, her injuries gradually clearing up, until she was back to normal.

Laying my thumb on her lip, I stroked her cheek and smiled warmly at her, making her shiver.

”It didn’t hurt, did it?”

Gulping, she shook her head, taking a step back when I released her face.

Nodding, I gestured to the trees near the garden, and I watched as she walked away, casting a fearful glance towards me as she moved.

Rhefia chuckled, and I gave her a stern look.

However, my wife was unfazed, and she glanced at Camara and Aethisia, grinning as she said ”You two... start clearing the opposite side of the clearing.”

Our two daughters nodded, and I chuckled when I saw Camara smiling like normal, standing besides Aethisia.

As for Aethisia, she was scratching her cheek as she glanced down at her older sister, before nodding when Rhefia handed her one of the axes.

Sending them away, Rhefia pulled me gently onto the steps, making me sit in her lap.

Leaning into her chest, I ignored her hands as they roamed my body; instead, I asked her a question.

”Love, do you know of any Dark Elf names? Any that have meaning?”

Laying her cheek on my shoulder, Rhefia pursed her lips, thinking.

As I waited for her answer, I glanced over at Yiksa, watching the Dark Elf swing the axe into the tree.

She seemed to still hate us all, but she was also, as of current, to afraid to die; she hadn’t resigned to her fate, but she didn’t seem to be attempting to break free.

Then again, it’s only been a day, so...

Grinning slightly, Rhefia said ”Similar to how we named Aethisia, maybe we just... alter a word of theirs into a name? For example, in their ancient tongue, family is Kishckalli, so maybe... Kischcka? Kalli? Kalia?”

”Kalia...”

Glancing at my stomach, I repeated the name a few times, before smirking at Rhefia as I whispered ”That’s cold...”

She mirrored my smirk, saying ”And? Besides, it’s a good name; Kalia.”

I nodded, enjoying the feeling of Rhefia’s hand over mine.

”Then Kalia. But... Is she even a full Dark Elf? Do Dark Elves have horns?”

That made Rhefia purse her lips, glancing at the woman.

”No, they don’t... Dark Elves don’t really mix with others, preferring their own people... though, it might be Oni or Ogre blood that she has. That wasn’t uncommon way back when. Besides, some traits are rare to pop up, even with mixed blood. I had a friend who was the offspring of an Orc and a Fox, but she only had the muscles from her dama and the fluff from her mother...”

We both watched as Yiksa continued to chop down the tree, before I grinned as I kissed Rhefia’s cheek.

”Think of a name for our next daughter yet?”

Feeling something rising below me, I giggled as her eyes grew heated.

However, she suggested something that made me grin even more.