Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters

Chapter 279: S Rank Adventurers Party vs. Chimera Mother: Round 2!?

The silence quickly became incredibly awkward. Maddy cleared her throat slightly, shifting on the bed.

"Um... Julie? You can go now. You should go get some rest yourself."

Julie nodded quickly, her smile widening.

"Oh, alright! I will, I will."

Yet, her boots stayed firmly planted on the floorboards. She made absolutely no move to turn around and leave the room.

Sighing softly, Maddy softened her tone.

"It’s really alright, Julie. You don’t have to keep doting on me. You and your father have already paid me back tenfold with that incredible feast."

"No," Julie said, her voice suddenly dropping into a deeply earnest, sincere tone. She took a half-step forward, her eyes shining with absolute devotion. "I am forever in your debt, Lady Maddy. A home cooked meal could never equal the gift of my life."

Finally, as if breaking out of a trance, Julie took a step backward into the hallway.

"Anything you need, Lady Maddy... just ask me, and everything will be done for you. Absolutely anything."

Amused and slightly touched by the girl’s fierce loyalty, Maddy let out a genuine, quiet smile.

"Thank you, Julie."

"Goodnight, Lady Maddy. Enjoy your night!" Julie beamed, finally pulling the door shut behind her.

As the latch clicked into place, Maddy leaned back against the pillows, listening to the girl’s light footsteps fade down the hall, leaving the room into total stillness.

"Now then..."

She stood up from the bed, checked her gear one last time, and stepped quietly toward the glass pane. Readying herself, she unlatched the wooden frame and pushed the window open. A sudden gust of chilly night air rushed into the room, catching the fabric of her cloak and blowing her hood clean off her head.

Maddy stood in the open frame, her violet eyes reflecting the silver glow of the brilliant full moon hanging high above the quiet streets of Prometha. She took a deep breath, absorbing the calm before whatever storm lay ahead.

With a final, sharp stare into the night sky, she pulled the dark hood back over her face, obscuring her features once more. Without a moment’s hesitation, she leaped out into the darkness, disappearing into the shadows below.

Back at the guild’s roaring tavern, the wild festival was finally starting to wind down. Most of the adventurers and locals were completely wiped out from hours of heavy drinking.

Bodies were slumped over the long wooden tables, some snoring loudly into their empty mugs, while others stumbled around in a super snoozy haze, barely able to keep their eyes open.

The doors of the tavern pushed open, and the five members of the S rank party stepped out into the night air. Captain Erwin and his elite teammates looked tired but proud, the adrenaline of their homecoming finally fading.

Erwin stretched his arms, looking back at the lingering crowd inside.

"Alright, lads. The night is getting too old now. We better head out and crawl back home to our mothers."

A heavily drunk veteran adventurer points a finger at the captain.

"What do you mean ’mother,’ Erwin? You do not have one!"

The surrounding guards and nearby drunkards burst into loud, boisterous laughter at the blunt reminder. Erwin just shook his head, laughing along with them as he waved a hand in dismissal.

With the laughter fading behind them, Erwin and his team turned away from the tavern and began walking down the street.

High above, the flame street torches, the Eternal Ember lanterns that lit the city’s main paths, were beginning to burn low, their glowing embers getting dimmer and dimmer by the second, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls.

"Ugh, finally!"

Lita groaned, crossing her arms tightly as she marched down the street.

"That whole socializing act was so... boring and tiring! I absolutely hate dealing with those smelly, loud men. They look at us like we are monster loots!"

Gela let out a sharp, teasing laugh.

"Oh, stop complaining, Lita. You were the one acting the most ’human’ back there, smiling and waving at everyone. You looked like you were practicing to be the next Hero!"

"Shut up, Gela! I was doing my job! Don’t make it sound like I enjoyed a single second of that garbage!"

Ed sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked alongside them.

"Honestly, I have to agree with Lita. That was exhausting. But it’s not just the crowd... why am I shaking like this?"

He gripped his own arms, a visible shiver running through his frame.

"It’s like something in-inside of me right now is making my every hair stand on end. It feels wrong... very, very wrong... Eek!"

Beside him, Zaun, the ever-quiet member of the group, remained completely silent. He didn’t mind the banter or the complaints, keeping his eyes locked onto the dimming path ahead, his hand resting instinctively near his weapon.

Erwin stepped to the front of the group, his expression hardening as the cheers from the tavern finally died out completely in the distance.

"Everyone did a good job today," Erwin said, his voice dropping into a low, icy tone. "We did what we had to do, and we did what we needed to do. I agree with you all—dealing with those pieces of garbage is the worst part of being alive. No, it’s the worst part of wearing this..."

He looked all over his body, the praise of the city meaning less than nothing to him now that they were behind closed doors. They continued walking, as they split off down the narrowing streets toward their respective homes.

The darkness grew heavier the further they went. Ahead lay the deepest, most shadowed corridor of the district, where only a single, flickering flame from a torch managed to cast a weak light.

Suddenly, the temperature in the alleyway plummeted.

In the center of that dim, narrow path, a silhouette began to form. From the thickest part of the shadows, a figure rose silently, blocking their way.

The dim light caught the edge of a massive, heavy greatsword and the polished curve of a large round shield, both raised and ready for combat. Beneath the deep pull of the dark hood, two violet eyes flashed with an unmistakable, lethal intent.

It was Maddy, and she wasn’t there to talk.