"Damn, girl, that's genius. Take mine too. Let those two pop out babies like pigs, stop bothering me."
So under the pretense of 'team bonding,' I secretly arranged complete medical exams for the other mistresses.
However, when the test results came back, I was utterly stunned.
All sixteen of the other mistresses were infertile.
"Holy crap! Are you kidding me? This is way too much of a coincidence. We only have two uteruses between us. How are we supposed to split them?"
"We can't just pick someone at random, right?"
Of course not.
Unless the individual were Samuel's beloved, she would suffer the same tragic fate that Rhian and I endured in our previous lives.
Even I still had a baseline of morality.
If only I hadn't died so quickly last time, maybe I would've actually seen the woman's face.
As for Rhian, her situation was even worse. Rumor had it that Samuel's lover hated her for looking 'not quite male, not quite female,' saying she made her uncomfortable.
Rhian never even got the chance to meet that woman. Samuel had her disfigured, broken her limbs, and dumped her back up north.
We would have to get the answer directly from Samuel himself.