Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child chapter 87

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“They fought, didn’t they?”

“Isn’t it obvious from the atmosphere?”

As their awkward tension stretched into a second day, even the people around them began to notice.

“Yeah, but neither of them looks particularly mad, so it doesn’t seem like they had a huge fight.”

“I heard it was over something trivial, but now they’re both too conscious of each other.”

“What did they even fight about?”

The murmuring servants fell silent the moment Lowell and Felix emerged from the study.

‘So, avoiding the issue didn’t help after all… It really is best to deal with things head-on.’

Lowell had thought he just needed time to cool off, but now he realized he had probably been avoiding the situation simply because he didn’t know how to face it.

‘I’ll just show him the drawing and be honest about it. And apologize for getting mad, too.’

Resolving himself on the way to the tower, Lowell tried not to think about his horrendous drawing.

‘Should I just say it’s Felix instead of me?’

But there was too much black paint for it to pass as a self-portrait.

It might barely work as a black slime, but definitely not as Lowell.

‘Why did I even use paint when I can’t handle pencils properly? No, let’s be honest—I had this ridiculous hope that even if I’m bad with pencils, I might be able to use a brush at least a little…’

When he arrived, Felix had the same determined expression as him.

The problem was, both of them were so lost in their own thoughts that neither noticed the other’s expression.

“Lowell…”

“Lord Felix.”

They both started speaking at the same time, only to immediately fall silent and lower their gazes.

“You go first.”

“No, Lord Felix, you should go first.”

The knights watching from the side clenched their fists, silently begging someone to just say something.

It was agonizing to watch.

Lowell’s personal guards, in particular, found it amusing how their usually decisive master was hesitating over something so minor.

“…Then let’s talk inside.”

Felix was the first to surrender. He gestured for the knights to stay outside and led Lowell into his room.

The room was filled with flowers.

But the arrangement was oddly messy—clearly not done by a professional.

‘No way…’

Lowell stared at Felix in wide-eyed shock.

Felix, however, avoided his gaze completely.

“I was told that when you make a mistake, you should apologize while doing something the other person likes.”

The fact that he had actually asked a person instead of a book struck Lowell as oddly touching.

“But you don’t particularly like jewels, and you weren’t that happy when I bought you clothes. And preparing something grand would have taken too much time. So…”

It was the first time Lowell had seen Felix ramble like this.

At this moment, he didn’t seem like a grand duke ruling over a vast territory—just a young man flustered over his first love.

“…I remembered you seemed to like the greenhouse, so I brought flowers.”

In truth, Felix had asked Tia multiple times yesterday, ‘Does this kind of thing actually help?’

And each time, Tia had replied, ‘It’s better than doing nothing, Your Grace.’

Even after confirming that, Felix still seemed uncertain.

He was hesitating even now.

“I didn’t say what I did because I actually misunderstood you. I know your charm isn’t something you can control, but… I can’t help reacting too strongly sometimes.”

He had a way of turning apologies into compliments.

Lowell couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The whole situation was both hilarious and embarrassing.

‘And to think all of this started because I didn’t want to show him a horrible drawing.’

Maybe it was the overwhelming scent of flowers, but he felt lightheaded—like gravity had disappeared. Everything felt unreal.

‘If I had known it would turn out like this, I should’ve just shown him the damn thing sooner.’

Still, he knew these kinds of conflicts were necessary for a relationship to grow.

Though there was only a one-year age gap between them outwardly, in reality, the difference was much greater.

And when it came to human relationships, Lowell had far more experience.

Because of that, he often ended up being the one to understand and overlook things.

But he never found it exhausting.

It was natural, and if his patience helped Felix, then that was enough for him.

Still, sometimes, you had to clash to gain something.

“If you don’t like this side of me… I can’t promise I’ll change, but I’ll try not to make it so obvious.”

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Felix had something like a realization.

He had become vaguely aware of his own obsession.

Though he couldn’t bring himself to say he would control it, he did promise to refrain from showing it in front of Lowell.

For some reason, that made Lowell feel refreshed.

‘If he had said he’d stop entirely, I would’ve thought he was lying. He’s strangely honest.’

For the first time since their fight, Lowell let out a genuine, pleasant smile.

“That’s good. Of course, it’s a great thought, but you don’t need to worry about that this time.”

“Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t even worth it. I was embarrassed and tried to hide it, but looking back, it was really nothing. Instead, just promise me you won’t laugh when you see my drawing.”

“Why would I laugh at your drawing?”

Lowell squeezed his eyes shut.

“It’s faster to just show you rather than explain.”

Standing up, Lowell retrieved a hidden drawing from under the bed.

Felix, who hadn’t even considered the possibility of it being there, grew curious.

Just what kind of picture had Lowell been so desperate to hide?

But even after seeing it, Felix’s question remained unanswered.

“It’s bad, right?”

Scratching his cheek, Lowell asked hesitantly.

Felix, who was studying the drawing seriously, couldn’t give a response.

He simply couldn’t tell whether it was well-drawn or not, as he had no idea what it was supposed to be.

‘If he was trying to draw some bizarre monster, then it’s incredibly accurate. But why would he draw this in the first place?’

Felix even tilted his head 90 degrees to check if he was looking at it correctly.

Meanwhile, Lowell’s nape flushed red.

“It’s a little abstract, but I don’t think it’s something worth hiding. What is it supposed to be?”

“Felix…”

Lowell’s voice was unusually small.

His final words were so quiet that Felix only heard his name and reflexively responded, “Hm?”

“It’s you. I drew a portrait of you.”

As soon as Lowell said it, he buried his face in his palms.

He had mentally prepared himself before speaking, but seeing Felix fail to recognize his own portrait only made him feel even more embarrassed.

“You drew me?”

Felix had an expression as if he had to physically hold back the words, ‘Don’t lie to me’.

He shut his mouth and carefully examined the drawing again.

Sure enough, as Lowell had said, the black blob started to resemble a human figure.

“So this must be my hair?”

“Yes.”

“Then what’s this?”

“Your sword. The one you always carry.”

Silence filled the room. Lowell didn’t miss the slight twitch in Felix’s lips.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”

“Ahem… Yeah. Looking closely, I do see the resemblance. These dark eyes, in particular, look just like mine.”

That was actually his nostrils.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Rather than explaining his artistic vision, Lowell decided to simply appreciate Felix’s tolerance.

‘At least he’s not yelling, ‘Do I really look like this to you?!’ That’s something, I guess.’

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