Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

But the pain Lowell had braced himself for never came. Instead, he felt a hand pull him sideways to keep him from falling.
Huh?

Thinking maybe one of the knights had caught him, he opened his eyes—and saw Tia and Caris supporting him on either side, having quickly come to his aid. Phil was reaching toward the lake, while a different hand had reached out just before his—Robin’s.
Seeing that Lowell was about to fall in, Robin had used his strength to push him away and hurled his own body toward the lake.
Everything moved as if time had slowed. Then, with a loud crack of thin ice shattering, the world returned to normal speed. Robin was already submerged in the freezing water in Lowell’s place. The lake’s edge wasn’t deep, but the temperature was far from forgiving.

“Robin!”
The red-eyed knight, who had been standing at some distance, was a moment too late to jump into the water. But Robin, now sitting in the shallows, waved his hand.
“It’s only knee-deep even while sitting. No need to worry.”

He tried to act like it was nothing, but his hands were visibly trembling from the cold. At that temperature, even people from Nyx would flinch—let alone Robin, who had lived his whole ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ life in the warm climate of Phoebus. Ignoring Robin’s protest, the knight quickly stepped into the lake and pulled him into his arms.
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
Lowell, breaking free from the knights holding him, ran to the still-shivering Robin. One of the knights had already removed his coat and draped it over him, but it clearly wasn’t enough.

Damn it, why couldn’t I even keep my balance properly and cause all this trouble?
Still, feeling sorry wouldn’t help anything right now. What mattered was getting Robin warm—fast. Lowell gave urgent orders.
“We shouldn’t be standing around like this. Let’s head inside, now! Phil, please go ahead and ask them to prepare hot bathwater.”

Phil hesitated, unsure if he could leave his post, but Tia’s sharp glance urged him on, and he took off running toward the estate. Seeing that, Lowell tried to take off his own coat, but Robin, practically clinging to the knight for warmth, waved him off.
“The one the knight gave me is enough. But really, it’s all fine!”
Even as his voice trembled with cold, it brimmed with energy. It wasn’t forced—he truly meant it when he said it was a relief.

“What’s so fine about this!”
The knight snapped at him in a scolding tone, but Robin stood his ground with unwavering cheer.
“What if someone pregnant had fallen into that water instead? And I’m strong—I’ll be fine.”

“The knights could’ve handled it without you jumping in! That would’ve been far safer!”
“My body just moved faster than I could think.”
Lowell felt a dull ache in his chest at the sight of someone so thoroughly armed with kindness.
“Enough talking—hurry back to the estate. If you run, your face will get cold. Here, take this.”

Lowell pulled off his scarf and handed it to the knight. The knight wrapped it around Robin’s face and dashed off toward the estate, disappearing from view in seconds. Tia and Caris exchanged glances.
“Let’s go too. Once he’s finished bathing, we should prepare hot tea and some herbs to prevent a cold.”
Lowell’s mind was a whirlwind of planning, but no matter what he tried to focus on, Robin—shining without guile—kept lingering in his thoughts.

Reading about him didn’t hit this hard… but experiencing it firsthand leaves a bitter taste.
Someone that genuinely good had a way of making ordinary people audit themselves. Lowell thought back to his own response after catching the maid who had fallen off a ladder—and it felt exactly the same.
“My lord?”

Caris called out when Lowell, who had said to hurry back, stood frozen in place. Realizing he had sunk into unnecessary thoughts again, Lowell moved with more vigor than before.
“No, let’s go.”
By the time the commotion reached the estate, Felix had come out in front, having been sparring with knights.

“Lowell, what happened? Are you hurt?”
He looked pale, having thought something terrible had occurred during the one time of day he wasn’t with Lowell—training.
“I’m totally fine.”

Felix scanned him from head to toe, only relaxing after confirming it with the knights as well.
“What happened?”
“Robin jumped into the lake to protect me. I sent him to the bath first, and I was just about to ask for warm tea and cold remedies. We should prepare herbs for frostbite too, just in case.”

Him?
Felix’s eyes narrowed toward the knights, clearly demanding why they hadn’t handled it. But Tia and Caris, knowing that their first duty was to Lowell, lowered their heads silently.
“They were about to help, but Robin was closest. I was standing too close to the edge—it was mostly my fault.”

Lowell rushed to explain, worried blame might fall unfairly elsewhere.
“The lake, of all places… No, if you’re unharmed, that’s enough.”
Felix looked like he wanted to scold him for being reckless, but seeing how drained Lowell already looked, he swallowed his words.

“You seem shaken too. Rest for now—you’re pale.”
Felix cupped Lowell’s face with both hands as he spoke. The atmosphere was intimate enough to suggest he might kiss him then and there, prompting bystanders to discreetly avert their eyes. By now, even the staff had grown used to such scandalous displays, and they returned to their tasks without reaction.
“I’ll just bring the medicine. I caused this, so I’d feel uneasy if I didn’t.”

“All right. I’ll take you back afterward—just do that, then return to the tower.”
The truth was, the moment he saw Felix, Lowell’s strength gave out and fatigue overwhelmed him. He obediently nodded.
“The medicine is ready.”

“I’ll take it myself.”
Receiving it from Jenia, Lowell headed toward the guest bath. Standing in front of the door was the red-eyed knight who had been bothering him since earlier.
Aside from the red eyes, his impression is strangely vague…

Though puzzled, Lowell skillfully hid his expression.
“You’re out here?”
He had expected the knight, who had seemed ready to storm into the bath earlier, to be inside. Lowell planned to wait and hand the medicine to Robin directly—but judging by the knight’s demeanor, it might be better to entrust it to him instead.

“There is another knight inside.”
Lowell held out the medicine to the knight who clearly disliked him.
“Could you give him this? It might be good to take it early just in case. It’s effective for colds. I also brought herbs for frostbite—they can be ground and applied with ointment.”

“Thank you, but the medicine we’ve prepared on our side will suffice.”
The curt refusal made Lowell frown faintly. Normally, even if someone didn’t intend to use it, they would at least accept it politely.
Is this the kind of hyper-suspicious knight the Crown Prince trusted with Robin’s safety?

Yet the man’s tone was oddly high-handed. He had the air of someone who talked down to others as naturally as breathing. For someone like Lowell, who still felt awkward using informal speech, it stood out even more.
I didn’t think clearly earlier, but even the way he spoke to Robin was strange. Despite being overly reactive, he spoke down to him. There’s no way the Crown Prince would entrust Robin to someone like that.
When Lowell didn’t move or leave, the knight opened his mouth.

“If I came across as disrespectful, I apologize. However, my liege gave explicit orders not to accept medicine from others…”
“Are you really a knight?”
Lowell cut him off, sensing not even a shred of sincerity in the apology. A hypothesis popped into his head—it seemed absurd, but he couldn’t shake the sudden certainty.

“Why would you ask that?”
“I know it’s impolite to say so, but I don’t believe you’re just an ordinary knight.”
“Oh? And what made you think that?”

The knight’s response only confirmed it. It felt like the pieces of a scattered puzzle had just snapped perfectly into place.
“The way you treat Robin was the most suspicious part.”