Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1106

Chapter 1106: Chapter 1106 - Taming the Wall - Fatherhood

Sirius woke up first.

It wasn’t because he had pushed his body less than Ren, nor was it because his elite biology naturally recovered faster. In the end, during the harrowing escape, Sirius had sustained the most prolonged, brutal physical exertion of the two. He had sprinted, dodged, and bled through ten collapsing chambers, dragging his limits with a body that had only just been returned to flesh.

But Ren’s exhaustion existed on an entirely different way.

Ren hadn’t just run or fight. He had waged a complex, agonizing mind and mana war against corruption. He had fought it within the ancient door’s mechanisms, within Sirius’s chest, and deep inside his own circulatory system, over and over again, until the foundational internal architecture holding his system together had violently collapsed.

Through sheer, terrifying willpower, Ren had remained conscious until the absolute last possible second. He held onto his sanity until his senses confirmed the oppressive, necrotic mana of the horde was finally out of range. Only then, in the ’safety of the open sky’, did his Wolverine violently vomit the nine women and the two surviving prisoners. And only then did Ren’s brain finally allow him to pass out.

Sirius had experienced absolutely none of that.

He hadn’t been awake to see Luna desperately haul the prisoners into her own shadow. He hadn’t seen the women falling from the sky that Luna and Larissa rapidly distributed among the giant felines and the massive shadow wolf, which had finally materialized to help once they confirmed there was no pursuit. The blistering, immediate speed of Luna and Larissa’s initial sky rescue had rendered any attempt by Selthia to chase them utterly pointless; the ancient entity had already fallen back into the abyss at the start as a too big a disadvantage in the race to the city.

Sirius and Ren had missed the entire flight back to the city.

Had missed Mayo’s inappropriate, tension-breaking jokes aimed directly at Luna. Had missed the deeply intense, whispered conversation the eleven women shared about Ren, about Luna’s feelings, and about Sirius’s own lingering, probability of disapproval for the multimarriage. It was a dense, highly intimate exchange that filled the entire journey home, one that none of the women present would forget anytime soon.

When Sirius finally opened his eyes, the roar of the abyss was gone.

He instantly knew he was in the castle.

The immaculate architecture of the royal quarters hadn’t changed a single inch in the years that, to him, had felt like mere seconds. The vaulted ceilings, the elegant proportions of the room, the specific, warm angle of the afternoon light filtering through the towering windows, it was all exactly the same.

A profound, overwhelming wave of relief washed over him. It was deeply comforting to find something else the relentless march of time hadn’t stolen from him while he was frozen in the dark.

Luna was sitting in a chair to his right.

The very first thing he saw was his daughter offering a curt, silent nod to Matilda, who was quietly organizing something on the left side of the bed. The head maid immediately curtsied and practically sprinted out of the room, undoubtedly rushing to alert the high command that the Starweaver had finally awakened.

Sirius turned his head and looked at Luna’s face...

Instinctively, he bit his lower lip.

It was his oldest, most reliable trick. He would bite down hard, gnawing on the flesh until he tasted the hot, metallic tang of his own blood, forcing his brain to focus entirely on the sharp physical pain. It was a deliberate misdirection, a way to aggressively ground himself so that the devastating emotional reaction of looking at his daughter wouldn’t bleed onto his face.

He had done it thousands of times. It had worked flawlessly for years. It worked in front of Luna, in front of the nobles, and in front of his soldiers. They all knew the imposing, immovable Sirius Starweaver; none of them knew the shattered man hiding beneath the armor.

But today, the internal agony was different.

Down in that dark hole, standing before the colossal, mutated jaws, he had finally made his peace with dying.

He had deliberately unearthed the single most painful, beautiful memory he possessed, and he had fully accepted that he was going to die with that image in his head.

But he had unearthed the ghost, and he hadn’t died...

Now he was alive, lying in a soft bed, and Luna was sitting right in front of him. She had grown so much without him there to see it.

She looked even more like her mother than the last time he had seen her. The resemblance was so flawlessly exact that looking at her meant looking at two people at the exact same time. The daughter he had in front of him, and the wife he had lost, perfectly overlapping in the same face, separated only by the shade of her hair and the color of her eyes.

He bit down harder. The blood flooding his mouth was vastly more than normal.

And yet, the trick failed miserably.

"I think... sniff... I think I understand why you did it."

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