Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

Lowell’s mind went completely blank.
Even if it was only for a moment, he’d moved on instinct—completely forgetting he was no longer alone in his body. He had moved to save someone in danger, acting before he thought. No—truthfully, he had been far too careless all this time. He’d told Felix they should focus on delivering the baby safely, yet in his everyday life, he still lived like the able-bodied 29-year-old man he had once been. When instincts overrode logic, his behavior defaulted to what had once been familiar.

I thought I was adjusting, but I guess I wasn’t. This body doesn’t bench 450 anymore.
Lowell deeply realized he couldn’t afford to forget—not even for a second—that he was no longer a healthy adult male, but an Omega carrying a child. Only after this disaster had unfolded did he remember the jaguar that had once nestled in his arms and purred affectionately.
I should have been more careful.

He didn’t regret catching the falling maid itself. If she had landed on her head, she might have died. But he did regret not having the presence of mind to at least shield his stomach.
“What happened?!”
Tony, who had been helping the servants in the banquet hall on Lowell’s orders, came running at the sound of the commotion. As the people inside the study fell silent, Tony sensed something was wrong and quickly approached Lowell.

“Are you all right?”
Realizing what had happened in an instant, Tony examined Lowell with a pale face.
“Call a priest. Someone who knows how to handle pregnancy.”

Lowell spoke with difficulty, making his first serious demand. For once, Tony didn’t argue—he responded quickly and efficiently.
“There’s an external priest residing at the castle, but I’ll summon another one as well.”
Lowell bit his lip anxiously. “External priest” referred to those who no longer belonged to the temple and lived freely. Most of them were highly skilled and hired at steep prices—meaning it was highly likely the Grand Duke’s castle employed a competent one. That was at least some relief.

“Excuse me.”
Tony gently lifted Lowell into his arms and headed to the infirmary, judging it would be faster than bringing a priest to the study. True to his knightly skill, there was almost no jostling even as he ran.
“Taishi, someone’s been injured.”

The elderly priest looked between Tony and Lowell and let out a deep sigh. Hamilton followed behind and quietly closed the door.
“Set him down carefully.”
Light shone from Taishi’s hands as he placed them over Lowell’s abdomen and arm, feeling around before nodding.

“You’re currently pregnant, correct? The bleeding is from the shock to the abdomen.”
“Yes.”
Lowell bowed his head low, his posture conveying that even if he had two mouths, he wouldn’t have anything to say for himself.
“To reassure you, the child is fine. The shock startled your abdomen and triggered temporary pain. Actually, your arm looks worse than your stomach.”

“Even though I was bleeding?”
“The bleeding isn’t serious. Sometimes stagnant blood flows unexpectedly. I checked using divine power—the child is perfectly fine, so there’s no major issue.”
Lowell’s body, stiff with tension, finally relaxed. As if waiting for that moment, Taishi’s voice grew firmer.

“Your body is rather weak, so you’ll need to be careful going forward. You were lucky this time, but there’s no guarantee you will be next time.”
It was an obvious statement, and Lowell quietly nodded. He suddenly realized that while he had demanded Felix take responsibility, he hadn’t done the same for the child himself.
I thought I’d accepted it. But maybe I was just rationalizing things to adjust to this crazy new world.

Once a negative thought crept in, a cascade of self-reproach followed. Lowell tried to objectively evaluate his condition to clear his mind of those emotions.
“I’ll be more careful.”
“It’s a common mistake for late-presenting Omegas. Don’t blame yourself too much. It’ll only weigh you down.”

Despite his strict-looking appearance, Taishi added the comment with surprising gentleness. Lowell didn’t know it, but that warmth was something the priest reserved only for pregnant patients.
“Let’s treat your arm first. The blood and pain from your abdomen seem to have distracted you, but the injury’s actually just a minor bruise.”
Taishi moved his hand to Lowell’s arm. The pain subsided so quickly that Lowell couldn’t hide his amazement. The elderly man was clearly very skilled. And as he’d said, the ache in his abdomen also quickly faded. A heavy sigh of relief escaped him.

BANG!
The moment the tension lifted, the door slammed open with a deafening crash. The frigid presence that entered the room could only belong to one person—Felix. The moment he saw Lowell, he rushed forward, examining him from head to toe. His disheveled hair was proof of how quickly he had come.
“Where are you hurt?”

Lowell was stunned. How had Felix known so quickly? The truth was, Tony had informed him while summoning another priest—but Lowell had no idea.
“My arm’s a bit injured, but the divine power worked right away. The baby is fine.”
He gave the most important information first, but Felix still didn’t relax.

“Is it the same shoulder as last time?”
“No. The opposite one.”
Felix inspected Lowell’s body as if he didn’t believe him, then looked to the priest for confirmation.

“Taishi, is he really okay?”
“Yes. That’s my assessment. You might want to bring in a specialist priest experienced with pregnancy to double-check, but the child in his womb shows no signs of harm.”
“That’s the baby. What about Lowell—any risk of aftereffects?”

“I stake my reputation as a priest on it—absolutely none.”
Taishi was briefly surprised by Felix’s anxious demeanor, but responded quickly. Internally, he thought, So even the Grand Duke is completely helpless when it comes to his mate, but he kept it to himself, seasoned by years of experience.
“Good.”

Felix unconsciously released his pheromones and gently stroked Lowell’s hand.
“With these thin arms, you tried to catch a maid falling from a ladder? What on earth were you thinking?”
His tone, however, was icily cold. Mistaking the fear and panic he’d felt for anger, Felix suppressed his emotions and ended up sounding even harsher.

“Are you really strong enough to protect someone else?”
“My body moved on its own. I’m sorry.”
Lowell, unusually subdued, apologized in a small voice. Seeing him so downcast, Felix couldn’t bring himself to say anything more. He wanted to see Lowell smiling, not looking crushed like this.

“Fire everyone who was there.”
But there were other matters to handle. Felix had always kept a distance from the servants, uninterested in who was serving whom. He’d known some were lazy or incompetent, but had paid it no mind. That could no longer be the case. Change had to come to the Grand Duke’s estate.
“And tell the rest—if something like this happens again, they won’t just be fired. They’d better be ready to lose their heads.”

Hamilton, who had remained silent, bowed deeply. “Yes, Your Grace.”
It was a time for discipline. Whether retraining existing staff or hiring new ones, neither option was easy. People rarely changed, and bringing in new ones could create holes in current operations.
“From now on, anyone who disobeys Lowell is dismissed. And Tony.”

Felix’s gaze shifted. Unlike the warmth he showed Lowell, the look he gave Tony was arctic. Tony, prepared for it, calmly replied.
“Yes.”
“Leave the castle.”

Tony didn’t protest. As the second son of a count, he hadn’t originally followed Felix out of loyalty. But ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ seeing Felix’s feats in war had stirred admiration. And after Felix saved his life with magic, that loyalty had only deepened. That’s why he was furious with himself for failing at what should have been a simple task: protecting Felix’s fiancé.
Lowell, unaware of this inner storm, was surprised by Tony’s stoic acceptance. He had expected the man to beg to stay, even offer his life in penance.
This isn’t good.

Tony had certainly shown disrespect toward him. Even so, in the original novel, Tony was one of the few who remained loyal to Felix to the very end. Even if that story was no longer unfolding, that much remained true. Lowell wanted to give him another chance. Loyalty was a rare and priceless thing—something money couldn’t buy.
Even though he had no excuse, he couldn’t stay silent either. After much deliberation, Lowell finally opened his mouth.