Chapter 10
Then, Ren glared fiercely at Ernst.
“Why, huh, how?”
Ernst smiled beautifully even in the midst of this.
“Ah, well……. Don’t tell me you were the only one who knew about the pregnancy…… Is that why you worked so hard and came back? Thanks to that, it was cozy and nice.”
Now Ren’s gaze was on me.
‘𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮…….’
B, But he already said it!
‘𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸! 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺!’
……I couldn’t say that either.
“T, The medicine Ren gave me…… It worked well. Thankfully. Thank you.”
I mumbled, feeling like I had to say something, and Ren averted his gaze sulkily.
“You didn’t believe me when I said it wouldn’t hurt?”
“No, no, I believed you! Believing and being grateful are two different things…….”
Ren still had a grumpy look on his face.
Oh dear, now that I see him like this, he’s not an easy one to handle.
I had no choice but to reach out and gently touch his cheek.
‘𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦…….’
I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and spoke again.
“Thank you, Ren.”
Only then did Ren seem to feel a little better and got up from his seat.
Then, he sighed and approached Ernst.
“Ha, I really tried not to deal with you high nobles anymore…….”
Contrary to his words, one of his hands stretched out as if to offer a handshake.
“Let’s call a truce for a while. We need to protect Lou and our baby.”
A ‘temporary’ truce again?
So, they had a truce before?
‘𝘈𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 ‘𝘰𝘶𝘳’ 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?’
But it didn’t seem strange to Ernst.
“Truce established.”
He nodded in agreement and took Ren’s hand.
“But Tower Master, wasn’t it a bit too much back in Babenberg? That Grand Duke is out of his mind if he goes too far.”
The crown prince of a country addresses the Tower Master with respect, but calls the Grand Duke ‘that’…….
‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.’
As I watched their conversation with interest, Ren shrugged.
“What am I supposed to do? Lou can’t even eat a spoonful of soup without me.”
I nodded seriously.
Because this time, he was absolutely right.
🔹🔹🔹
“If you won’t ask for help from anyone else, Lou has to get married right now.”
At Ernst’s words, Ren cocked his head to the side, a challenging glint in his eye.
“To whom?”
Then, Ernst blushed prettily.
“Of course, I think it’s my child……. ”
Ren interrupted coolly.
“It’s my child.”
Wow……
‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴?’
At this point, it wouldn’t be strange for a crazy claim like ‘everyone’s child’ to come out.
The story continued while I sat like a screen in between them.
“It doesn’t matter even if it’s not. I can raise it as my own. So……”
—Whoosh!
Though it wasn’t even winter, the flames in the fireplace suddenly roared to life.
Ernst tried to continue speaking through the commotion, but Ren was faster.
“There’s no need for that. It’s my child.”
A brief silence fell.
I blankly watched the two growling at each other, making the previous truce meaningless, and thought of Callisteon that I had seen on the screen earlier.
━I…you……
Even someone as clueless about love I could tell.
‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.’
Callisteon was undoubtedly going to insist that he was the father too.
The fact that they were all so adamant about it made Louise doubt that they were completely baseless.
‘𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘹!’
However, there was no use in calling that name now that I had already become Louise.
‘𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴……’
Right now, they were all claiming to be the father, but the three of them looked so different.
Ernst had blonde hair and golden eyes, Callisteon had silver hair and blue eyes, and Ren had black hair and purple eyes.
‘𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?’
What if I marry Cal and have a black-haired baby?
What if I marry Ernst and have a baby with blue eyes?
‘𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵?’
What would happen then?
—Mommy, why are my eyes blue? Am I actually adopted?
What if the child cries while saying that?!
Louise vividly recalled the morning drama that the old lady in the next bed at the cancer ward used to watch.
‘……𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.’
