"Leon... do you think I might get pregnant... after what we just did?"
Leon was momentarily taken aback by the question.
He paused, gently brushing aside her slightly tangled green hair, then replied in a soft voice, "It might be difficult. It takes more effort for you to conceive."
According to the history books, interracial unions rarely resulted in offspring. The chances were extremely low—less than one percent.
Although Leon carried dragon blood, which made him far more fertile than most, that didn't mean he could easily impregnate Zelda.
After all, they were from different races, and their physical compatibility was extremely low.
Even so, Leon believed that if they kept trying, there was still a chance—one day, she might conceive.
But that was a matter for another time. Right now, he didn't want any more children—whether with Athena, Zelda, Arshley, or Luna.
It wasn't that he was against the idea, but the timing simply wasn't right.
