Choosing the Baby’s Father From the Following – Chapter 7

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕
From the perspective of the one possessed, the protagonist’s affection wasn’t entirely welcome.

‘In other words, Lurik is the villain who goes berserk after the shock of losing his younger sister, right?’

If he finds out that his younger sister, who has become a lady, immediately got pregnant, wouldn’t he go berserk as well?

As I anxiously pushed him away slightly, a black swirl seemed to flicker momentarily in Lurik’s red eyes, which closely resembled mine.

‘What was that?’

I set it up so that his red eyes flickering black was a sign of going berserk……

‘And when he goes berserk, they turn completely black.’

No, why is he doing that now?!

‘I’m perfectly fine, older brother!’

There’s no sign of pregnancy yet, is there?

🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

Lurik turned around and headed to the main castle to have an audience with the Emperor.

Phoebe and I stayed among the nobles and only moved when everyone started heading towards the banquet hall.

“Your Highness only seems more handsome, even though you’ve become thinner. Your gaze has even deepened……”

Phoebe, who should know his temperament well, made a naive observation.

‘His gaze hasn’t deepened, it’s about to go berserk.’

Well, the fact that Lurik could be affected by the magic sword was a secret that even he himself didn’t know.

Because the Imperial Family kept it tightly hidden.

‘So, to others, it would just seem a little strange.’

Therefore, even among the nearby nobles, the naive young ladies subtly nodded their heads in agreement with Phoebe.

‘Ugh.’

I sighed and went up the stairs, but instead of going to the banquet hall like the other nobles, I headed to the audience room on the top floor.

As it was a special day, the door to the audience room was wide open, and the nobles who couldn’t bring themselves to enter were peeking in from the outside, listening to the Emperor’s voice.

I just happened to hear Lurik’s voice.

“I apologize for my late return, Your Majesty.”

It was a greeting directed towards his sovereign, not his father.

Then, knights who appeared to be Lurik’s subordinates walked down the hallway and entered the audience room carrying a long chest.

Then, they opened the lid of the chest for everyone to see.

I spotted four stained helmets inside and frowned, stepping back.

“Ha, hahaha.”

However, the Emperor laughed heartily in front of them, which seemed to reek of blood just by looking at them.

Lurik’s voice continued.

“Fortunately, I was able to offer all of them without missing a single one.”

“You’ve worked hard, my son.”

Only after hearing that voice did I take another step forward and assess the atmosphere of the audience room.

I wanted to know if Lurik was receiving proper praise and encouragement.

The Emperor placed one hand on Lurik’s shoulder.

The Emperor’s gloved hand made a heavy sound as it collided with the hard shoulder armor Lurik was wearing a couple of times.

—Thud, thud.

For the victory he dedicated three years to, that was the end of the accolades.

Someone nearby acted familiar and lifted Lurik up, giving him a slight hug.

“Oh dear, you reek of beast.”

Judging from the informal speech and black hair, it was Crown Prince Hart.

Hart said it so nonchalantly and then added, as if it were a joke.

“You’ve worked hard. As the main character, you should shine. Go wash up before heading to the banquet hall.”

“Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

Lurik replied immediately, but I didn’t miss seeing his red eyes darken and flicker once again.

‘It seems like his condition is really bad……’

Hart didn’t even properly look at Lurik and smiled with satisfaction at his half-brother’s docile reply.

The Emperor, too, was intoxicated by the victory and spoke with a smile on his face.

“Well then, I’ll see you all at the banquet hall.”

Look at these irresponsible men?

Hey, look at our child’s condition properly……!

Something’s wrong with him……!

🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

A while later, at the banquet hall.

Perhaps because he was the hero of the victory, Lurik was seated facing the Crown Prince at the head table.

‘But why do I have to sit here too……’

The problem was that I was also being treated preferentially to cater to his mood.

I was also seated next to Lurik, facing Princess Jenais.

Chilla, who was next to Jenais, raised one hand to cover her mouth and whispered to me.

“You still don’t know?”

She was undoubtedly asking about Callisto.

‘Persistent, she is.’

I thought to myself and smiled faintly.

“I don’t know.”

Of course, Callisto himself said he would come, but the other two said they couldn’t.

As I smiled vaguely, Chilla finally dropped the corners of her eyebrows in disappointment.

‘Ren, please succeed……’

Whatever crazy thing he does, I hope Callisto doesn’t appear here.

‘It would be troublesome to be proposed to right in front of Chilla.’

Moreover, the situation was already serious enough with just Lurik.

His red eyes were constantly being swept into a black vortex and then returning to normal, but no one seemed to notice.

‘What should I do……’

In the novel, Lurik goes berserk in this banquet hall and indiscriminately kills nobles and knights, which leads to him being sent to a monastery.

It was definitely because of the shock of his sister’s death……

‘I can’t believe he’s in such bad shape even though I’m alive!’

While I was having such thoughts, envoys from foreign countries and Imperial nobles appeared and lined up to offer gifts.

Among them, I saw my baby daddy candidate at the very front.

“The son of Flavi greets the skies of Brentania. Congratulations on your victory, Your Majesty.”

Ernst, in front of Lurik.

Just as light shines brightest in darkness, Ernst was as radiant as sunlight in front of the dangerous-looking Lurik.

Beside him, kneeling on one knee, his attendants placed down several large chests.

“Hmm. Send my regards to King Mariano.”

“I am eternally grateful.”

This time, Ernst turned slightly towards Lurik.

“Once again, Flavi is indebted to the Second Prince. I’m glad you returned safely.”

I wanted to check Lurik’s eyes, but I couldn’t see them because he had turned his head towards the Emperor and Ernst.

Lurik simply nodded without bothering to decline.

While the Emperor and Lurik’s attention was focused on another expression of gratitude, Ernst approached me and asked.

“May I have the honor of your company, Princess Louise?”

Do they use formal language with each other in public?

‘Or is it because my position is higher that only he is using honorifics?’

Unsure, I just nodded, and Ernst smiled gently and sat next to me.

It was the seat for the envoys of the vassal states, the closest to the Imperial Family.

He pretended to pick up his glass and leaned towards me, whispering.

“Unfortunately, Cal can’t come today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone kneeling before the Emperor said.

“The vassal of Babenberg looks up to the skies of Brentania. I apologize, but a large fire broke out near the border yesterday, and His Grace the Grand Duke was unable to leave the Duchy. Please forgive him.”

The Emperor’s wrinkled brow furrowed even more.

“A fire near the border?”

Babenberg is the shield of the Empire.

‘Even though the baby daddy doesn’t know, I know the most about this Empire.’

Depending on the location, a fire at the border could mean war with the barbarians.

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty. It’s not an invasion by the barbarians. Although Babenberg is the sturdy shield of the Empire, it’s difficult to prevent natural disasters.”

As soon as he answered, Babenberg’s attendants placed down a heavy chest and opened the lid.

Inside, it was overflowing with dark blue jewels.

‘Magic stones.’

The Emperor’s expression quickly turned into one of satisfaction, but he managed to keep his lips from curling into a smile.

“You’ve worked hard coming all this way amidst the commotion. Convey my gratitude to the Grand Duke.”

“It is Babenberg’s honor, Your Majesty.”

After the vassal of Babenberg bowed deeply, his head almost touching the ground, and retreated, Ernst whispered softly.

“Since when did magic become a natural disaster?”

Only then did I grasp the situation and frowned deeply.

‘Ren, you really……’

Are you crazy?

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