Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

Lowell found himself pushed all the way to the edge of the crowd, utterly at a loss. With this fragile body, he had neither the strength to push back through the wall of people nor the confidence to find Felix again.
Now what…

The most logical move was probably to wait by the carriage—but would Felix think of that?
Let’s just stay here for now. He wouldn’t actually shut down the whole festival just to find me… right? It’s the last night. There’s no way they could control this many people.
Because the play had run so long, it was already dark. Lanterns enchanted with light magic flickered to life throughout the plaza. The crowd, desperate to burn away the last of the celebration, seemed half-mad with energy. Some were drunk, and many who weren’t were acting like they were.

Can he even find me in all this?
Resigned, Lowell sat down on the ground. Maybe once the crowd thinned, Felix would be easier to spot—he was half a head taller than most people, after all.
But that line of thought was swiftly rendered irrelevant.

A dark wave of black magic, deeper than the surrounding night, spilled across the plaza floor and surged directly toward Lowell. In any other situation, it might’ve been terrifying—but instead, he felt relieved.
“Lowell!”
Using his magic to locate him, Felix rushed over in a heartbeat. He grabbed both of Lowell’s arms with his large hands—then quickly loosened his grip, startled by his own strength. Something that felt like nothing to him could easily hurt Lowell.

Forgetful of the attention drawn by his magic, they simply stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Lowell was surprised Felix had found him so quickly—but more than that, he was stunned at how reassured he felt by that fact.
Am I… more emotionally dependent on him than I thought?
He wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. Felix was just as conflicted. The ache from earlier still lingered, but the relief of finding Lowell eclipsed it. Neither knew what to say. Their mouths stayed shut, weighed down by jumbled thoughts and tangled feelings.

They stood still, sharing the same emotion but thinking entirely different things.
Bang, pa-pow.
Suddenly, the silence between them was shattered by the booming crack of fireworks. Instinctively, Lowell tilted his head back and stared up at the sky, mouth slightly agape. The magical firework display was as dazzling and grand as anything he remembered from modern times.

“It’s beautiful.”
The awkwardness vanished, and the words came naturally. A blue streak shot high into the night sky, rising and rising until it exploded in a wide circle. Showers of glowing light fell like meteors, blanketing the heavens. Lowell stared, spellbound.
In that crowd, only Felix had his gaze fixed elsewhere. He watched, transfixed, not the fireworks in the sky, but the reflection of them in Lowell’s eyes.

“…Yeah. Beautiful.”
He whispered the words so quietly, they were drowned out by the thunder of the next firework.
By the time the display ended, it was later than they had planned to return. The gates of both the Imperial capital and the Count’s estate would already be shut. It was still possible to enter by identifying themselves, but the procedures at night were tedious—most people avoided them.
Naturally, they decided to stay at an inn.

“Do you think there’ll be rooms?”
Even on the last night, this was the biggest festival in the Empire. Inns were usually packed with revelers who wanted to squeeze out every ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) last moment.
“There’s a place that only houses nobles. It’s rare for them to run out of rooms.”

Felix led Lowell down a quiet alley to a grand, elegant inn. Just from the doorway, it was clear this was a place meant for nobility.
“Welcome.”
The innkeeper didn’t even ask for Felix’s name—he didn’t have to. He clearly recognized the Grand Duke on sight.

“Welcome, Your Grace. How should we prepare your rooms?”
“Two rooms, please.”
The innkeeper bowed apologetically.

“I’m afraid we only have one single left at the moment. However, there is one suite with two bedrooms, if that would be acceptable.”
Felix gave a short nod, completely unbothered.
“Here is your key. We can bring breakfast to your room in the morning, or you may dine in the hall.”

“We’ll come down.”
Normally, Felix would’ve skipped breakfast or had something simple in his room—but with Lowell, he intended to eat properly.
“If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

With polite words, the innkeeper bowed again. Lowell followed Felix as they were shown to the suite. Though it was an inn, it felt closer in size to a full house—clearly designed for the very wealthy.
“Go wash up and get some sleep.”
The bathroom had magical water orbs created by water mages—perfect for bathing. Felix waited until Lowell had washed and gone into his room before heading in himself.

“Haa…”
Lowell sank into the bed, which was just as soft and luxurious as anything at the Count’s manor. He hadn’t done much that day by his own standards, but his whole body ached. As soon as his eyes closed, fatigue overtook him, and sleep followed.
***

“Mmm…”
Morning sunlight filtered through the window. Lowell stirred with a low groan.
Wait, wasn’t the window on the other side in my room?

Sensing something was off, he sat up—and spotted an unexpected figure lying next to him.
Felix, cheeks tinged red, was already awake.
“You… came into my room?”

His groggy voice echoed in the quiet. Felix let out a dry laugh as he sat up.
“What nonsense are you spouting, Lowell Clarke? You came barging into my room in the middle of the night. I tried to push you off, but you wouldn’t let go. And now you’re pretending it didn’t happen?”
Lowell looked around. This wasn’t the room he remembered. The layout was different.

No way Felix carried me in here… Did I sleepwalk or something?
Scratching the back of his head, he gave an awkward smile.
“Yeah, I guess I ended up in the wrong room somehow.”

“You came over, clung to me, rubbed your face into my chest, and then started releasing pheromones. Do you have any idea how annoying that was?”
His expression said otherwise, but Lowell didn’t bother pointing it out.
“Sorry. I must’ve messed up because I fell asleep in an unfamiliar place.”

“So what, you just go clinging to random Alphas any time you’re in a strange bed?”
Felix recoiled in horror. Lowell began to seriously worry about how promiscuous Felix thought he was.
“This is the first time it’s happened, okay? If it were something I did often, I would’ve known what was going on as soon as I woke up.”

Only after his breathless explanation did Felix’s expression soften. If Lowell had simply denied it, he probably wouldn’t have believed him.
“As long as it hasn’t happened before, I’ll let it go. Come on, let’s go eat.”
After washing up, they headed to the dining hall. But the closer they got, the more tense Lowell looked. Just before opening the door, he doubled over with a sudden retch.

His stomach turned, his head swam—just like that night at the banquet when he’d been overwhelmed by Alpha pheromones.
No way…
Just yesterday, he’d been thinking maybe he was one of the lucky ones who didn’t get morning sickness.

“Still hurting from the stab wound?”
No—definitely not. The priest had healed it completely, and he’d had plenty of rest.
“No, I just—ugh.”

He tried to explain, but had to cover his mouth to stop himself from vomiting.
“Is it morning sickness?”
Lowell blinked in surprise. Felix had figured it out.

Well… most Alphas would know that, sure—but Felix isn’t exactly a typical Alpha.
Socially inept, lacking any real exposure to pregnant Omegas—and yet he somehow recognized it.
Then again, he did stop me from drinking back at the banquet…

Lowell wanted to respond, but every time he opened his mouth, the smell of food made him gag. Without hesitation, Felix swept him up in his arms. Lowell squirmed, nervous, but Felix’s solid frame didn’t budge.
Surprisingly, the subtle smoky-apple scent of Felix’s pheromones eased the nausea a little. Overwhelmed by that gentle comfort, Lowell let his body relax into his arms.
“Let’s go to the priest.”

But as Felix turned to dash out the door, Lowell had to stop him.
“No one goes to a priest for morning sickness!”