Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

For the knights, there was no option that allowed both protecting Lowell and capturing the Earl. They were enduring with nothing but willpower in their broken bodies—but it was clear that if the situation dragged on, the time would come when they’d have to choose one over the other. The knights prioritized the former. Lowell prioritized the latter.
“Stay by my side!”
Lowell took two steps back, thinking he’d just get in their way if he stuck too close. But Tony immediately followed in a quick backstep and barked a harsh warning. He’d judged that giving the enemy space to slip in was even more dangerous than Lowell being slightly in the way.

I just want to protect myself, at least my own body…
Lowell’s fingers hovered over the dagger hidden in his sleeve. For now, all he could do was focus everything on not making himself an easy target.
“Ngh!”

Blood from Tony’s sword-slashed enemy splashed across Lowell’s arm. The hot liquid streaked down his pale, gooseflesh-covered skin and hit the floor. With each drop, Lowell felt as though it was his blood being spilled. For someone who’d once lived a normal civilian life, just staying conscious in this battlefield was draining everything he had.
“L-Lord Earl!”
A new voice rang out amid the cacophony of clashing blades and war cries. The man looked frantic—he must’ve come to deliver some report. But seeing the chaos, he froze, momentarily forgetting his message.

“What is it? You don’t see we’re in the middle of a fight? Pull everyone left upstairs and get them down here!”
The Earl, now swinging his own sword to defend his life, snapped back harshly. But Lowell kept his attention fixed on that voice. Something told him the message he was hoping for had arrived.
“Yes, u-uaagh!”

The soldier turned to flee, but Tia grabbed him from behind and threw him down. Rather than panic, the Earl surged forward—as if he’d been waiting for that moment. Unfortunately, Tia faltered—her wounded left leg giving way—and she couldn’t intercept him. Strangely, though, he didn’t rush toward the stairs and escape route, but deeper into the prison.
“Protect Lord Lowell!”
The knights realized his intent immediately and moved in perfect sync—but the enemy soldiers fought tooth and nail to block their path, protecting the Earl’s advance.

The Earl made it to Lowell’s position in an instant. He scanned the area quickly. It wasn’t hard to find someone smaller than the others and unarmed.
“No!”
Tony and Caris, locked in combat with six foes, tried to intercept—but were too quickly surrounded. With a blade wrapped in black magic, the Earl rushed Lowell. In that moment, Lowell knew—his reflexes couldn’t stop the strike.

Felix!
He gritted his teeth, trying to force his frozen body to move. But it was no use. If nothing changed, that blade would strike him straight in the gut.
At the last second, Tony ignored the enemies attacking him and sprinted toward Lowell. Swords pierced his forearm and thigh, but he didn’t stop.
“Lord Lowell, get down!”

Just barely reaching in time, Tony shoved him aside and swung his blade.
“Ngh!”
The Earl’s sword slashed Lowell’s side. Agonizing pain twisted through him like it was shredding muscle, and his body folded forward instinctively. But then he saw Tony collapse beside him—and his mind snapped back into place. If Tony hadn’t pushed him, the blade would have gone into his abdomen. It would’ve been fatal.

Tony…
But now, Tony was the one in danger of dying.
“You bastard…!”

The Earl raised his sword to strike again, but Caris arrived just in time and brought him down. Lowell, his legs giving out, dropped beside Tony and checked his condition. Already grievously wounded, he now writhed and groaned, bleeding heavily.
“Don’t move. The wound will tear open further.”
Lowell wiped at his blurring vision and tore a strip of cloth to try to stop the bleeding. The floor beneath them was soaked in Tony’s blood.

I wiped my eyes, so why is everything still blurry?
To stop the bleeding, he needed to press firmly—but his vision kept swimming, and he couldn’t focus. He thought it was just tears and kept rubbing at his eyes with his sleeve, but the fabric never got wet.
Ah…

That’s when he noticed it—his own blood was dripping down onto Tony’s, falling from the wound in his side. The injury hadn’t been fatal—but it wasn’t safe either.
“Lord Lowell! You need to stop the bleeding!”
Caris shouted from nearby, panicked. He wanted to treat Lowell immediately, but even with the Earl subdued, the enemies were still too frenzied for emergency care to be possible.

Is my condition… that bad?
At first, when the sword had pierced him, it felt like his whole body was twisting in pain. But as the pain faded, he thought he was stabilizing. When he carefully brought his trembling hand to his side, his palm came back red.
This is strange…

His thoughts grew sluggish, while his breathing grew faster. His field of vision trembled—and then slowly went black, leaving him isolated in darkness. Lowell fought to stay upright with sheer force of will, but his senses were slipping away. It felt like falling into a void.
“Fe… Felix?”
Alone in the darkness, Lowell called the only name that came to mind. He reached out blindly, murmuring as if Felix were the only one who could guide him to the light.

“Felix…”
His voice faded, like a prayer. There had been times when death hadn’t seemed so frightening—but not now. Now, he desperately wanted to live.
Then, a scent reached him—a sharp but gentle bitterness, like Felix’s cologne.

Am I imagining this?
He wondered if it was just a hallucination from wanting to see Felix so badly. But the scent only grew stronger. And then, warmth. His body, which he thought was alone in the void, was suddenly enveloped by heat—so warm ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) it almost hurt. His trembling eased.
“I’m here, Lowell. I’m here.”

A trembling voice rang in his ears. The veil over his eyes lifted. The chaos of the prison had faded into stillness.
“I’m sorry… for lying.”
It was the first thing he’d wanted to say if they ever met again. He didn’t think a single apology could erase the betrayal Felix must’ve felt, but he wanted to show that he meant it.

“It’s okay. It’s all okay. Don’t hurt anymore.”
Felix buried his face in Lowell’s neck and whispered. It tickled—Lowell nearly laughed, but held it in.
“Tony… He tried to save me.”

“I know. He’s being treated. Just focus on you.”
Felix poured a healing potion over Lowell’s wound. The liquid slipped between torn flesh, gradually knitting it closed. Not as powerful as divine healing, but effective for first aid.
“Am I… going to be locked in the tower for sure? I don’t like small spaces…”

Lowell’s voice was trailing off. Though the wound was healing, the force trying to steal him from Felix grew stronger. Tears welled in Felix’s eyes and mixed with the potion as he poured it, seeping into Lowell’s skin.
“You’ll get everything you want once you open your eyes. So don’t worry.”
Felix spoke with desperate warmth, fearing that if Lowell thought he’d be imprisoned, he might not return. He clutched his cooling heart and forced his voice to stay gentle.

“Thank you.”
Lowell, relieved, clung to consciousness just long enough to speak the one thing that had weighed on him most.
“I’m worried… about the baby. ‘Wriggly’... It came to me, and I made it suffer…”

Felix clenched his eyes shut, aching to scream that he didn’t care what happened to the child, that only Lowell’s survival mattered—but he swallowed it down.
“It’ll be okay. So please… don’t talk anymore.”
He brushed Lowell’s cheek tenderly. And just like that, Lowell’s eyes fluttered shut—falling into unconsciousness as if he were simply falling asleep.

“Lowell. Lowell? You can’t sleep yet.”
Felix wept like a priest who had just witnessed the death of his god.