Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

In one of the drawing rooms of the Palace of Louisiana, in the royal capital of the Queendom of Raevender, a group of people were gathering.

"..."

Among them, one woman was sitting on a couch while the others were standing around her. It was none other than Gabrielle, and she was surrounded by the Raevender family alongside its future in-laws as well as her former partymates, Michael, Lucy, and Uriel.

The room was silent, caused by anticipation; even breaths were notably audible. The atmosphere was not like that of an interrogation or anything of the kind, but the air was sure a little bit tense.

There was someone in front of the sitting woman, and it was me. I was thrusting both my palms toward her and had been conducting some tests on her body. Once I was done, I dropped my arms and was about to announce the results that I found.

"Alright, I have the results." After I faced the others, I let out a sigh. "Based on my examination, I would like to bring the news that Gabrielle is... confirmed pregnant."

"Thank goodness!"

"Woohoo!"

When I announced that Gabrielle was positive for pregnancy, the crowd cheered and applauded, evoking joy and excitement in the room.

It had been exactly a week since Mother and Gabrielle started trying to conceive a child. Even though the conception was most likely on the first night, they still did it for several nights.

Pregnancy could not be immediately confirmed right after having sex, so we decided to wait until a week later, and today was the time to conduct the test. Using my Eye of Providence, I was able to see through her womb and find out that her egg cell had been fertilized.

I honestly did not know how Mother's essence managed to go there, even though they made their entry through Gabrielle's mouth. Well, I just thought that was how fascinating this magical world was.

"I am so happy, Gabrielle," Mother said as she tightly hugged Gabrielle in excitement before lifting her up. "I am going to be a mother again."

"It would not be possible without your efforts, Mylene," Gabrielle responded.

Once Mother finally put her down, Mom came forward and gave Gabrielle a warm embrace.

"Congratulations, Gabrielle. I am so happy for the two of you."

"Thank you for supporting and understanding us, Claire."

"Fufu. No need to mind it, so it is reasonable for you to have your own child. We are married to one another, and I am happy to raise that child together."

After that, Gabrielle was greeted and congratulated by the others. While the three queens were occupied, Iris and Sophia came near me.

"Wow, you are going to become a big brother, Raphael. I am sure you are quite excited about it."

"Of course I am." I immediately responded to Iris's question. "I have been longing to be called Brother, Big Brother, or something else like that. Now, it is possible through Gabrielle."

"I am sure you will be a good brother to your little sister, Raphael," Sophia said as she grabbed my arm. "But I am not sure if it would still be applied when she would have gotten older."

"It is too early to say that, Sophia, and I think that it would be inappropriate to think about that," I whispered. "No one knows what my future little sister will become, and I cannot just force everything either."

"Oh, right. It was actually my fault to bring that up."

"It's okay; everyone is just so excited right now."

Really, though, I did not really wish to have a little sister just for fun. I genuinely wanted to experience the feeling of being a big brother since I really did not have any siblings in either of my lives other than Big Sis.

Given the relationship I had with my sister, I sometimes long for a little sibling that I could tenderly love and spoil like a real family. I thought that I learned to romantically love Big Sis because we grew up together. So seeing my little sister grow would make me always think about her as a little child, regardless of how old she would be.

However, the problem lies with the parents of my future sister—Mother and Gabrielle, who were absolute bombshells themselves. Without a doubt, their child would be inheritably as beautiful as they were.

By the way, during their childmaking, we did a little bit of tweaking on the child.

The first thing that was changed was the gender of the child through Mother's Birth Control of the Monarch of the Night. Also using the same skill, we decided that the race of the child would be High Human.

The reason for that was because we could not be sure if that child would have the diligence my sister and I had. You know, the will to train our bodies to the bone just to have an eternal life.

The child would be born as a princess right out of the box but had a low chance of gaining the throne. By making her a High Human in the beginning, she could just skip the hellish training, and it would be up to her if she wanted to live eternally or not.

Since Gabrielle secretly possessed Ultra Skill: Monarch of the Night and I could also grant her access to my Unique Skill: Organic Domination, I just thought that a few changes would not hurt.

One of the few things that we changed about the child was its hair color and fixed it to white, the same color as Gabrielle's. Big Sis had Mom's black hair while I inherited Mother's, so I thought that it would be great if someone would be inheriting Gabrielle.

The child's eyes were customized to something pale-purplish like amethyst, lavender, or lilac, just like ours. Aside from aesthetic purposes, her purple eyes would be a physical manifestation that she was Mother's child.

There was no need to alter the child's facial complexion, as both Mother and Gabrielle were already pulchritudinous in the first place, so she would more likely inherit their beauty.

Aside from the physical traits, there were things that I still could not decide whether to implement or not. With the help of organic dominance, I could apparently add 'gay genes' into her DNA, but it was still a debate, and I had to bring it up with my family someday.

For now, I just have to refrain from thinking too much and celebrate with them instead.