I woke up to being cared for by Prima. I figured out why I was so tired. It was mana exhaustion. Going crazy in remodeling Truffle's room had managed to wipe me out. Usually when the mana of a human bottoms out, they fall unconscious for a few hours, and symptoms of a fever appear on the outside, while the inside of the body feels cold.
I'd experienced it a few times when first learning how to use magic, though for some reason it seemed to have been delayed for a while.
I can surmise that it was probably to do with the topaz more than anything. It's not a vivid focus, so using land magic with it is like pushing a thick milkshake through a small straw. It takes a bit more effort to do so because of the low quality of the stone. On the other hand, if I had my white quartz focus orb, I could probably use land magic on the entirety of the breeding cave without even depleting half of my body's base mana reserves.
There's no convenient thing like HP or MP in this world, so mana has to be consciously checked. I had simply been, as my lovely main wife Prima would put it, a stupid Husband.
Most mana exhaustion runs its course in about a third of a day. The main reason why passing out happens is because the magic organ in the body is acting like an extra lung and forcing the body to go unconscious so it can take a few heaving gasps of mana. That is to say, there is something ever-present in the air of this world, much like an inert gas, and that is essentially mana.
But it's volatile. It's not like nitrogen, but more like methane. This is why magic is possible. It's surmised in this way by many scholars and theorists, because magic goes boom. That also is exactly why I wanted to be a force magician. It's not like formula magicians can't go boom, but creating magical formulas is pretty much a ton of thinking and math and shit. I can't calculate Pi to the one hundredth digit instantly on command. That's for math geeks, and so are formulas.
The most I'm willing to calculate mentally is the quadratic equation, which means my formula magic skills are at like the entrant-to-intermediate stage. But enough rambling about magic. Right now it's all about making an excuse. I overused magic, and because of that depletion I was yet again unable to keep my promise about one new goblin a night.
I explained why I had passed out to Prima, and that I was fine with being punished. But I did beg for something to eat and a lot of water to drink so I could get back into the swing of things for tonight at least.
Prima was willing to accept my explanation, not doling out a particular punishment, but instead saying she had a certain goblin she wanted me to handle tonight. I agreed to it readily, and also agreed not to use magic today in order to recharge my batteries to full. I'd handle Ivory's room the following day. Prima would make sure I had torchlight if I needed and she let a much wanted pair of visitors come in to see me.
Berry along with Diana.
I had a good reason to put on my underwear and play bouncy with my daughter now. Did I do all sorts of dad things? I did. Dragon and horsey, and even some game where she tries to claw my hand. Welp, I wouldn't be a good dad if I didn't let her win a few, even if I have a few punctures on the back of my hands to show for it now. Dads are built tough, what can I say?
Not gonna lie though, I think Berry is a champ for being able to just go right at raising Diana with minimal help from the useless me. I don't even want to know what parenthood without diapers is like. Berry's room is immaculate, but I can't help but think that's because she's always busy.
A true gob-wife.
It was just a short visit, though. Berry was on the way out with Diana again to go hunting. But I was happy Prima let me have that visitation right now. I ended up taking a small nap again while Prima hunted something for me to eat. She came back and woke me up with fire meat and a full water-skin which I devoured earnestly. I was glad I could count on Prima for these kinds of things.
I was also introduced to the goblin she wanted me to meet.
Triangles. And no, that was not her name.
There is probably a great depth to this girl. She had braided greenish blue hair and a nice rounded nose, but the thing that stood out to me the most at first glance was that she had like small triangle tits and that's the only thing my eyes decided to focus on from that point forward.
"And who is this one?"
"Born from same mother."
Prima was introducing me to her sister, sort of. She didn't say the same litter, only the same mother, so they had some kind of natural blood relation. There was also an answer to the reason Prima was always so quick to call someone stupid.
Her sister was stupid. Or to be politically correct here for non-goblins, this goblin had some kind of mental hiccup. I won't say she's retarded, just… she has that kind of slow look on her face, both similar and different to that of Truffle. Maybe behind those eyes she's calculating, but she comes off as being slow to react and respond and not quick enough on the uptake that Prima would consider a goblin normal for being. This meant I was about to have a handicap romance with my wife's sister.
"Is… she older or younger than you?"
"Prima from first. Stupid-one from third. Came out stupid."
"Is there a sister from the second litter by chance?"
Prima just shook her head.
"Second all men. All men killed. Mother only goblins live."
So no male goblins, children or otherwise, were spared at all when this tribal holocaust happened, and as far as siblings went, only Prima and her sister survived.
Okay, good to know.
"And you want me to give her big seed?"
"Not care how Husband do. Okay Husband need hit her."
"I will not be hitting her."
Prima shrugged off my response.
"Stupid-one not listen Husband, hold down, put big seed inside."
Now, I had engaged in consensual rape the night before yesterday and I was perfectly fine with that, but this was another matter entirely. I wasn't even sure if this goblin could consent. She remained a part of the pool of goblins I had yet to interact with that are on the to-do list, but now that I know she's…
I'm not going to discriminate.
But I mean, this is one of those what the hell should I do? kind of things. Obviously people being treated as mentally handicapped, even if they are goblins, should have the opportunity to find love and be as normal as they can be… but we're talking about stuffing enough virile seed inside of her without her even possibly knowing about the hell known as motherhood that will befall her.