Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 136 She gave birth to a daughter named Qino.

The king wanted to pass the throne to Leylin, but Leylin refused so decisively, as if he wanted to write a blood oath of "never to inherit" on the spot, as if he were pushing away a hot potato.

The old king was both annoyed and amused.

While other people's children fight tooth and nail for the throne, this kid is different; even when the throne is offered to him, he won't open his mouth.

But the king also had his own principles.

Given Leylin's current achievements and strength, is it reasonable for him not to become king? Not only would he not be able to get past his own conscience, but he also wouldn't be able to explain it to the court officials and the people of the whole country.

If we force him to sit on it, judging from his posture, he'll probably run away in a couple of days. Riding that seven-colored dragon king, he can go wherever he wants, and no one can stop him.

After several days of stalemate, the old king finally came up with a compromise.

"Alright then," he announced in the council, "Leylin is officially crowned King of the Kingdom of Inberia, possessing all the titles, status, and power of a king; however, I will still be in charge of daily governance."

He paused, glancing at his ministers: "Simply put, he will be my king, I will be my king, I will handle the affairs of state, and he will be responsible for—well, just for being king."

The ministers looked at each other.

Isn't this just a king in name only?

In other words, isn't this a case of being sidelined?

But no one dared to say it aloud. Because the one being sidelined was Leylin, the man who could flatten a mountain with a single finger and return riding the Seven-Colored Dragon King. If he wasn't happy, who could sideline him?

After listening, Lei Lin thought about it carefully and then nodded.

"Okay, let's do it this way."

He answered readily, with a relieved expression on his face.

Being sidelined by his own father didn't bother him at all; on the contrary, he felt incredibly relieved. After all, he didn't have to work and still had the title of king—what a wonderful thing!

The king was both annoyed and amused by his expression.

But then again, his suggestion does make sense.

Leylin's current strength means he no longer needs a throne to prove anything.

How many of those true dragon kings actually have subjects under their command? How many of them need to govern a country? Yet who dares not call them "King"?

Strength is the only reason to be king.

Given Leylin's current status, even if he were to stand alone, he would be a king above all others.

Thus, the Kingdom of Inberia gained a peculiar phenomenon: one or two kings.

An old king sat on his throne handling state affairs, reviewing memorials, meeting with ministers, and worrying about important national matters every day.

A new king, bearing the title of king, does whatever he wants every day, occasionally strolling around the palace, but most of the time he disappears without a trace.

When the public first heard the news, their first reaction was to be stunned.

Two kings? What kind of operation is this?

Upon further inquiry, it was discovered that the new king was none other than Prince Leylin, who was like a god.

The stunned expression instantly turned into relief.

Oh, it's him. It's alright then.

After all, that prince had blessed them, transforming them in an instant. They would never forget the scene of that prince descending from the sky riding the Seven-Colored Dragon King.

They would be happy to have such a person as king, even if he did nothing but lie there and sleep all day, let alone just be a figurehead.

The only one who had some reservations was the old king.

"Why is the old king still occupying the position?"

"Exactly, His Highness is now king, why hasn't he abdicated?"

"I heard that His Highness didn't want to get involved, so the old king continued to do it."

"Impossible! Your Highness is such a capable person, why wouldn't you want to manage affairs? It must be that the old king is unwilling to relinquish power!"

There was much discussion among the public, with various versions circulating.

But no matter how people discuss it, everyone has some complaints about the old king. Even though you are the old king, you can't just occupy the position like this. Isn't this delaying His Highness?

The old king was both amused and exasperated by these comments.

He does want to delegate authority, but if you let Leylin sit here and review memorials, can he sit still?

But this couldn't be explained to the people; they could only be left to guess.

As for Leylin himself, he turned a deaf ear to these discussions.

He has more important things to do now.

Heir.

Although the old king continues to rule, he is old after all. Although he has been strengthened to look like a young man, there is always a chance that something might happen to anyone.

The matter of the heir to the throne must be addressed promptly.

Leylin and Anne began to work hard.

It was through this effort that Leylin truly understood what it meant to be "harder than slaying a dragon."

His current strength can no longer be measured by levels.

The power he gained from the shared space was layered upon layer, and his bloodline was so complex that even he himself couldn't figure it out.

Sometimes he was really worried that his body might be reproductively isolated from ordinary people.

But thinking about it carefully, it's probably not that bad.

Those players who transmigrated, the "Six Great Gods" and the "Eight Desire Kings," weren't they all ridiculously strong? Didn't they also leave behind descendants? The women who married them were definitely not as strong as Annie, and they could all give birth, so there's no reason why I can't.

But the reality is, a month has passed and nothing has happened.

Two months have passed, and there has been no news.

Three months, four months —

Lei Lin appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was already pounding.

Annie, however, comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, these things can't be rushed."

Leylin nodded, silently encouraging himself. He hadn't backed down when he was killing the dragon, so he couldn't back down now.

After nearly a year of trying, Annie finally got pregnant.

When Lei Lin heard the news, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, leaned back in his chair, and suddenly felt as if he had just finished a tough battle.

Killing a dragon is a matter of one punch.

Having a baby took a whole year.

This level of difficulty is truly incomparable.

Of course, there are other ways.

Among the knowledge shared by the dragon Leylin was the technology of in vitro fertilization, which he was fully capable of achieving with his current level of alchemy.

But that method just felt a bit strange, and I doubt Annie could accept it.

Fortunately, the original method worked.

Otherwise, he would really start to doubt whether he was reproductively isolated from humans.

Ten months later.

Anne gave birth to a baby girl.

Mother and daughter are safe.

Leylin held the tiny, soft little one who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and stood there stunned for a long while.

This is his daughter.

his.

He suddenly had a strange feeling. He didn't tremble when he killed the Coffin Dragon King, and he wasn't nervous when he subdued the Seven-Colored Dragon King, but now, holding this little thing, his hands were actually trembling a bit.

"Let's choose a name." Annie lay on the bed, her face still a little pale, but her eyes were full of tenderness.

Leylin thought for a moment.

A string of names flashed through his mind: Morgan, Artoria, Joan of Arc —

But looking at the tiny face in his arms, he felt that none of the names were quite right.

Anne whispered, "Can we call her Qino?"

Qinuo.

Leylin paused for a moment, then smiled.

This name belongs to the female protagonist in the original spin-off, the princess of the Kingdom of Inberia, that strong yet gentle little girl.

"Okay," he said. "Let's call her Qino."

Kino stirred in her swaddling clothes, yawned slightly, and went back to sleep.

When the old king learned that he had a granddaughter, he was so happy that he almost jumped for joy. With his current robust physique, he certainly could have jumped.

He immediately ordered that the good news be spread throughout the country.

So the whole country knew that their god-like Emperor Leylin had a daughter.

Countless blessings poured in from all directions, converging on the palace and the tiny baby.

In the blink of an eye, twelve years have passed.

From a baby in swaddling clothes, Kino grew into a graceful young woman.

She had long blonde hair, iridescent eyes like Leylin's, and a smile that resembled Anne's.

People in the palace say that the princess inherited the best qualities of both her parents, possessing both her father's intelligence and her mother's gentleness.

Sometimes, Leylin would stand at a distance, watching his daughter run and jump in the garden, and he would be lost in thought for a moment.

time flies.

It feels like just yesterday I was holding that soft little thing, and today she can run, jump, and call out "Father."

Kino would occasionally run over, tug at his sleeve, and ask him all sorts of questions.

"Father, could you tell me again the story of how you destroyed the Coffin Dragon King?"

"Father, Father, can you blow up the mountain for me one more time?"

"Father, how did you and Mother meet?"

Lei Lin answered patiently each time.

Looking into his daughter's bright eyes, he felt that all his efforts over the years had been worthwhile.

No one has mentioned the old king's abdication for the time being.

Anyway, it's fine to have two kings, one who does the work and the other who is just a figurehead.

When Kino grows up a bit more, maybe—

Looking at his daughter running around in the distance, Lei Lin suddenly realized that he was thinking a bit too far ahead.

Never mind, it's still early.

Let her play for a few more years.