Reborn As A Beastman With A System

Logan had recently entrusted the intricate task of refurbishing the winery to his fifth uncle, Reynolds. His directives were seemingly random yet purposeful; he discussed knocking through certain walls for expansion and constructing a clay stove for essential operations.

To bolster preparations, Logan selected a handful of his most trusted warriors, veterans of their excursion to Canyon City, from the tribal guard. These warriors were to assist Uncle Reynolds in the renovation efforts, ensuring every detail was meticulously executed.

Meanwhile, Logan led his prospective perfume production team on an excursion to the verdant banks of the Danube River, a good forty miles west of their tribe. Here, amidst the serene flow of the river, a contingent of orcs busily scavenged for the most aromatic flowers they could find, their noses twitching in delight at each new scent.

The group had initially numbered fifty, but after their chieftain Astali and five snakemen departed on a separate mission, only forty-four remained.

Seated comfortably by the river, Logan relaxed while Isabel, a snake girl from the group, massaged his shoulders with gentle, rhythmic motions. His contented expression was a clear testament to her skill.

"Why are we collecting flowers, Chief?" Isabel's voice, delicate and melodious, carried a genuine curiosity.

"To make perfume," Logan explained, tossing a stone into the river, watching the ripples expand outward.

"Perfume?" Isabel echoed, puzzled. The concept was foreign to her. "Is it something to eat?"

Logan chuckled at her innocent query. "No, not for eating. You'll see, it's quite magical. Give me two days, and I'll show you."

Isabel nodded, her hands continuing their work. Despite her brief acquaintance with the chieftain, his approachable demeanor had quickly eased her initial apprehensions.

Logan, seizing a moment of casual conversation, shifted topics to a subject that had piqued his curiosity. "Isabel, I've heard fascinating things about your people. Tell me, what's the difference between the viviparous and oviparous snake people?"

The question caught Isabel off guard, and she paused, her face flushing a soft shade of pink. "Oh, why do you ask about that, Chief?"

"Just curious," Logan replied, noticing her discomfort but not understanding the cause.

"Is it... difficult to talk about?" he probed gently, hoping not to overstep.

Her response was a mix of hesitation and a shy smile, indicating the personal nature of his inquiry.

"If you'd rather not discuss it, I completely understand," Logan reassured, mindful not to pressure Isabel. He was not one to coerce answers, particularly on personal matters.

"No, it's not that I can't," Isabel hesitated, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "It's just... my mother mentioned that such topics should only be shared with someone... someone with whom I've mated and laid eggs with."

Logan raised his eyebrows, intrigued yet respectful. "A conversation reserved for such intimate connections?" He observed Isabel's blush deepening. "I apologize if I overstepped. I didn't mean to intrude."

Realizing his mistake, Logan felt it was unbecoming of a chieftain to delve into such private affairs, especially with an unmarried maiden. This reckoning was a mark of his respect for her customs and privacy.

Isabel's expression flickered from flushed embarrassment to a hint of disappointment as she continued her task. However, sensing Logan's genuine curiosity and respect, she decided to share her knowledge. "Actually, since it seems important to you, I'll explain," she offered, a playful laugh escaping her as she recalled her mother's wisdom about sharing knowledge with those you favor.

Logan started to object, preferring not to cause her any discomfort, but Isabel was already beginning her explanation.

"The differences between the two birth methods among our people aren't vast. After mating, the decision on whether to lay eggs or give birth to live young is determined by the number of offspring," she explained. "Living by water bodies like rivers or in humid environments like rainforests influences this decision."

"With a single offspring, the mother can manage the environmental challenges and give birth to a live baby. But with multiple offspring, the risks increase. The mother might not cope, and to protect the young, she might lay eggs early," Isabel detailed, her tone laced with reverence for the biological intricacies of her species.

Logan listened intently, fascinated. "Incredible! So the environment and the number of offspring guide this choice?"

"Yes, and there's more," Isabel continued, warming to the subject. "When carrying multiple fetuses, the mother risks her own health as they draw heavily on her nutrients. It's safer to lay eggs in such cases to avoid fatal outcomes for both the mother and her young."

"Additionally, there's a toll on the mother's body when giving birth live, especially if it's to multiple babies. It can prevent future pregnancies and even shorten her lifespan. Yet, live births usually result in stronger, more intelligent offspring," she concluded, illustrating the complex balance her people maintained between survival and the well-being of their young.

Logan was truly astounded. "The natural world never ceases to amaze me. There's such a profound balance, even in the way your people birth. It ensures both survival and the potential for exceptional qualities in the next generation."

Indeed, the conversation revealed not only the deep-rooted biological strategies of the snake people but also highlighted the thoughtful and considerate nature of Logan as a leader.

"You were born live, weren't you?" Logan ventured a guess, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Given Isabel's remarkable abilities and the joy she radiated, it seemed unlikely to him that she could have hatched from an egg. "Yes," Isabel confirmed with a nod.

Logan smiled warmly, extending his hand to invite her closer. "Come, sit with me for a while," he suggested gently.

Isabel gracefully coiled her tail and settled beside him, her presence comforting. Logan couldn't help but feel a sense of delight just from watching her ease into the conversation.

"Do you and your mother have a strained relationship?" he inquired softly, sensing a deeper story.

Isabel's beautiful green eyes met his, and she nodded, her expression tinged with melancholy. "In our society, female snake people hold higher status, especially when they are leaders like my mother, Astari. My father, on the other hand, was considered more ordinary, more a means to an end," she explained, her voice laced with sadness.

"It's common for snake women to view males primarily as partners for procreation. My mother exemplified this view even more starkly towards my father. She only decided to have me after he died defending our tribe in a battle."

Isabel's tone grew heavier. "If my father hadn't fallen in that battle, I might never have existed."

Logan reached out, his hand gently caressing her cheek in a comforting gesture. "So, you feel some resentment towards your mother, don't you?"

Isabel didn't shy away from the truth. "Yes," she admitted, her voice small but firm. "I've harbored these feelings since I was young."

"You believe that your father's death was the price paid for your birth?" he prodded gently, wanting to understand her fully.

"Yes," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes at the painful memory.

Logan offered a gentle, thoughtful look. "Have you considered why your mother chose to have you only after your father's death? Despite her tough exterior, your mother is a chief, a position that often masks deeper emotions. Strong women like her sometimes find it hard to show vulnerability."

He paused, letting his words sink in. "It doesn't mean she didn't love your father. Perhaps she loved him deeply, in her own way."

"You are not a burden borne of your father's sacrifice," Logan continued, his voice reassuring. "You are, I believe, a testament to what your mother was willing to endure for the future, a future that included you."

"And if I recall correctly, wasn't your mother a formidable fifth-level water magician when she chose to bring you into this world?" he added, aiming to paint a picture of her mother's potential sacrifices.