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Morning sunlight breaks through the bars above the bed.

Deltan was looking at it for a moment.

The interface that is being pushed up is blurring my vision.

Deltan removed his hand and pushed the interface away.

‘Never mind. That is not important.’

The only meaningful alarm is the one related to achievement points in the last line.

Deltan turned his head. Agnes, still asleep, is reflected on the retina.

What passes through my mind is what happened last night.

The Deltan felt a belated sense of shame at the fact that he had been going crazy until the sun rose.

“Umm… .”

Meanwhile, Agnes was tossing and turning.

Slowly, the eyelids lifted, revealing the pink pupils beneath them.

“Are you awake?”

As she asked, Agnes’ eyes began to return to focus.

The eyes, which had been fluttering open, soon folded into the shape of a crescent moon and drew an arc.

“… Yes.”

The voice was slightly subdued, and what was heard next was a voice full of languid satisfaction.

“I ate well.”

Deltan’s face turned red.

*

I just woke up in the late afternoon.

I needed to wake up my stomach, even if only lightly, so I finished eating right away, and after taking a shower, I returned to the study.

“I’m pregnant. You.”

Deltan told the truth.

Agnes made a blank face, then made a strange face while stroking her lower abdomen. Am I not feeling it, or am I happy?

The answer comes soon.

“What is Mahwa?”

Realistic concerns come first.

“You don’t have to worry while the child is in the boat. And the same goes for after that. Because I’ve already thought of a way.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then you just have to focus on the child.”

Agnes said and closed her mouth.

The face looked thoughtful, and the blank expression did not disappear from somewhere on the face and only became darker.

Deltan felt anxious. I can’t help but think that she might not accept this fact favorably.

So, it was the moment when I was about to say something.

“What kind of child is this?”

Agnes’ smile deepened.

At that sight, Deltan’s thoughts drifted blankly.

The slightly curved corners of the mouth, downcast eyes, and the hair flowing over them like a curtain are like a painting. It has an indescribably soft shape.

Deltan could definitely say that he never thought she could make a face like this.

“I wish I was like you. Then it will definitely be a child full of vitality.”

Agnes raises her head and makes eye contact.

Deltan pondered her words.

The more I think about it, the clearer it becomes in my mind about the future of the two of us together.

It was strange. With just the smile from before, the scenery that had been only vaguely depicted began to be drawn in the Deltan’s mind in an increasingly clear form.

Deltan pursed his lips and then spoke.

“… It would be nice to be like you.”

“Huh?”

“If you look like me, you will have a lot of enemies. You probably know how to criticize others because you have a dirty personality. So I have to be like you.”

“Me too… .”

“No, I have to be like you.”

Then I think I can love my child more.

The afterword does not stick out.

Deltan let out a light breath and straightened his posture.

It is only later that you realize that you have said something embarrassing.

“… Anyway, yes.”

So I stopped talking.

“You only care about prenatal education.”

Deltan stood up.

*

A consensus process was needed.

The day I proposed, I suddenly conceived a child.

The most important thing for the future child and for resolving the various situations surrounding that child is Agnes’ mental management.

“Marriage.”

Deltan said as he lay in bed that night.

“… If you prepare at a short notice, you can do it within next month.”

“It’s a speeding violation.”

“If you don’t like it… .”

“Good.”

Agnes stroked Deltan’s cheek.

“Yes, there is no need to make it big. I don’t think it’s important to be congratulated by others.”

“You don’t hate being stared at.”

“You hate it.”

Deltan’s mouth was pursed.

“If you don’t like it, I don’t like it either.”

Agnes dismissed those words and added one more word.

“Yes, I am.”

More than anything, these were words that made Deltans happy.

*

The Deltans took action immediately.

What I did as soon as the sun rose the next day was to go to the church and meet the Pope.

“Please officiate at my wedding.”

“Did I make that promise?”

The Pope looked at the Deltan with the eyes of a madman.

Deltan said.

“It won’t be a bad thing for you.”

“Lastoria’s second coming? Why are you planning to threaten me with that?”

“We met. Lastoria.”

The Pope’s body stiffened.

Deltan smiled crookedly.

In the current situation, the initiative lies with you. Deltans were not stupid enough to not be able to utilize various weapons.

“Do you think I just came to see you?”

“Was Lady Lastoria really that interested in officiating a wizard’s wedding in the middle of the day?”

“It’s not my wedding, it’s Shinblood’s wedding. A wedding held by the blood of Lastoria. I heard you got involved in Duke Levadein’s business, so now you’re going to throw me out?”

“At that time, I didn’t come to the forefront.”

“Now it’s time to move to the front. Because Lastoria will wake up.”

The Pope’s eyes were very serious.

Deltan faced it with a confident attitude.

There was nothing to struggle with. Also, I had no intention of compromising.

Just because it wasn’t going to be done on a huge scale, Delta Inn was planning to make it as substantial as possible.

“… If it’s a lie, you have to be prepared. The religious order treats blasphemy as a very serious crime.”

“What can you do with me?”

“You can bother me.”

Anyway, Deltan, a person who never loses easily, nodded while thinking about such things.

“Do whatever you want. Because I don’t lie.”

“… What is the schedule?”

“50 days later.”

“It’s tight.”

“Because I’m not going to make it big.”

“First of all, you know that.”

“Then, good luck.”

The Deltans left the church.

‘Let’s move quickly.’

The next place we headed to was the Imperial Castle.

Emperor Ishmark, who was in a cabinet meeting, was summoned and sat alone.

“Well, I hope it is a more important agenda than the meeting that decides the future of the empire.”

Ishmark didn’t seem to be in a very good mood.

The Deltans also understood. No matter what the superiority or inferiority was between the two, Ishmark hoped that he would be the superior one externally.

But no worries.

“I’m getting married.”

“That’s a very interesting agenda. Let’s talk about it.”

Marriage of the Count of Hebron.

In Deltan’s opinion, it was a meeting that could bring him more benefits than the meeting that could be postponed until tomorrow.

“Then we become distant relatives? Duke Levadeine is my son-in-law and the princess is my granddaughter… .”

“Don’t talk about that.”

Deltans clearly draw a line.

I wanted to prevent the birth of dog genealogy.

*

The entire island was shaking with a rumor.

Marriage of the Count of Hebron and Princess Levadein.

A man and a woman who created all kinds of gossip whenever they had the chance were finally seeing the end of their long relationship, and wherever they went, only stories about them began to appear.

“It’s a small wedding?”

“Is it really small? I heard that the Pope will officiate. I heard from a relative who works at the imperial court that His Majesty the Emperor cleared all of his schedule for the day.”

“Ugh… .”

“I heard something else. Only 100 guests are accepted, but His Majesty is holding 60 of those wedding invitations, so everyone, whether noble or imperial, is busy trying to please His Majesty.”

“… Your Majesty is also very young.”

“You are well-versed in the current situation. He was trying to use this opportunity to handle all the eastern development agenda.”

“This makes it clear. The empire will never fall as long as I live.”

“Thank goodness.”

It was a conversation between young people at a banquet.

The Marquis de Montbert, the imperial magician who was listening to this from a corner, felt a strangely bitter feeling.

‘Count of Hebron.’

Why didn’t you send me a wedding invitation?

Suddenly, a feeling of betrayal comes to mind.

The Marquis de Montbert did not yet know that he had his share of wedding invitations.

*

Everything was sudden.

I already knew about Deltan’s marriage proposal, the child born in my stomach, and this changing situation.

However, if you look at the biggest emotion, it is more happiness than embarrassment.

It was due to the feeling that he was no longer alone, the satisfaction that he was truly stepping forward for himself.

Anyway, for that reason, what Agnes was most interested in these days were books about prenatal education and childcare.

This is why Deltans put so much emphasis on it.

Of course, even if it wasn’t for that reason, Agnes recognized that it was a natural thing to spend time on children.

Today was a continuation of that kind of thing.

I woke up in the morning, ate breakfast, and listened to Gerhardt’s tirade in the garden about what parenting is.

Is there any other moment when we know more clearly how serious Gerhart is about parenting?

Anyway, that was how I was spending my time.

“Agnes! Congratulations on your wedding!”

An uninvited guest arrived.

An uninvited guest who is not very good for prenatal education.

7th Princess Elina von Lebroke, and the greatest madwoman of our time who will soon become the Duchess of Levadein.

Agnes faced her at the tea table with the feeling of a pig being dragged to the slaughter.

“My grandchild is in here… .”

“It’s my child.”

Agnes drew a line.

As if Elina had the ability to not hear what she didn’t want to hear, she kept nodding and just kept talking.

Most of the words were words that Agnes could easily overhear.

But there was one thing Agnes couldn’t ignore.

“If this happens, you have a nephew who is older than your aunt.”

Elina’s cheeks turned red.

Eventually, she clenched her fists and shouted with enthusiasm.

“I, I’ll do my best! However, starting today, so that I can be the same age as my nephew or about a year older than him… !”

Agnes felt momentarily suffocated.

Fortunately, there was salvation.

“Princess, this is a call from the imperial family.”

Gerhart approached.

“His Majesty wants to talk about the Count’s wedding ceremony.”

“Oh, really? It’s a shame… Agnes! Then I’ll come back later!”

Please don’t do that.

It was a word that could not come out of my mouth.

Elina disappeared just like that.

That evening, Agnes hugged Deltan tightly when he returned from an outing.

Deltan said in a trembling voice, as if embarrassed.

“… What’s wrong?”

Yeah, this is the reaction.

Agnes finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

Deltan asked, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

“What’s going on?”

Agnes answered.

“A lot has happened. It was so hard for me.”

Have there been any changes in your emotions while pregnant?

Agnes was able to pour out her feelings quite easily.

Deltan just tilted his head.