Help! I’m in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant

But Ignatius took it all in stride.

That could only mean one thing—there must be more people like him in the past.

As if confirming Damien's thoughts, Ignatius nodded. "The world is vast, so I can't say for certain. But roughly once every two years, the reports come from somewhere about someone like you arriving. Because of that, there are well-established support and aid systems for people from other worlds. You don't need to worry."

"That's... reassuring," Damien admitted.

Finally, something that eased his nerves.

It was surprising how common such occurrences seemed.

With so many cases, it made sense that there would be systems in place to help.

At least this meant he wouldn't be treated like some kind of exotic animal.

"Do you know if any of those people from other worlds have ever managed to return home?" Damien asked hesitantly.

"I've never heard of such a case," Ignatius admitted, his expression softening with an apologetic look.

Ignatius was kind, Damien thought. Genuinely kind.

"But," Ignatius added, "there are robust support systems for employment, education, and daily living. First, let's head to the capital of Cindralith Kingdom and get you registered for citizenship."

"I can get registered?" Damien asked with surprised face.

It seemed almost too easy.

Ignatius nodded his head calmly. "You can. Although you can only do so in the capital or another major city. Coincidentally, I'm heading to the capital of Cindralith Kingdom after finishing my current quest. If you'd like, you can come with me."

"I'd love to! Please, take me with you!" Damien exclaimed eagerly.

Letting go of Ignatius would probably spell disaster for Damien.

It wasn't a guess—it was a certainty.

Damien stood up from the hot spring and bowed his head deeply, and said, "Please take care of me."

Ignatius chuckled warmly, amused by Damien's earnestness.

One problem had passed, but another quickly arose.

Shen Xinghui's body felt lighter and better than ever after the bath, but as he stepped out, a horrifying realization struck him.

He had no clothes.

The plant from earlier had shredded his outfit into tatters—not even his underwear had survived.

Standing dumbfounded in the changing room, Shen Xinghui was at a complete loss when Ignatius entered th room.

He looked puzzled at first but seemed to quickly grasp the situation.

Reaching into a pouch at his waist, Ignatius pulled out several garments.

"I didn't notice it. My apologies. These are my old clothes, but they should suffice," he said, handing them over.

"'Suffice' might be a stretch," Shen Xinghui replied, eyeing Ignatius skeptically.

The size difference between the two was glaring.

Shen Xinghui stood just over 170 centimeters, while Ignatius was nearly two meters tall with a broad and muscular frame.

Shen Xinghui, a scrawny college student, was built nothing like him.

"I'll adjust the size with magic, so don't worry. Here's unused undergarments as well," Ignatius said.

The undergarment was similar to trunks but had a drawstring at the waist instead of elastic.

Apparently, elastic wasn't a thing here.