Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child chapter 46

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“When I mentioned that I wanted to visit Nix this time, I was given what felt like a warning. They told me that Lord Lowell might have been brought here against his will, so it would be best to pretend not to notice anything. But I couldn’t just do that. I asked what I could do instead.”

He spoke slowly and vaguely, his voice barely above a whisper, his head bowed low.

Because of this, he didn’t see the twisted smile on Lowell’s lips.

‘I don’t know whose idea this was, but they sure know how to handle people.’

Lowell clicked his tongue as he listened to Zephyros’ explanation.

They had figured out his fiery yet simple personality, avoided giving him a direct mission, and instead led him to bring it up himself—making it seem as though he was acting out of his own goodwill.

“It’s not a lie. I acted purely out of goodwill…”

“It wasn’t goodwill. It was self-satisfaction.”

Noticing Felix clenching his fists tightly, Lowell placed his hand over them, cutting off Zephyros mid-sentence.

While he did feel a tinge of pity for someone so easily swayed due to a complete lack of political sense, there was a point that needed to be made clear.

Zephyros’ tightly pressed lips trembled slightly.

“Did I ever directly ask for your help, Lord Zephyros?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then did the imperial family claim that I sent a signal asking to be rescued?”

“That’s…”

Zephyros, who was about to argue, abruptly closed his mouth.

He realized that he had merely assumed it to be the case.

Nowhere in their conversations had Lowell explicitly requested rescue.

He had only pieced together rumors and seemingly plausible anecdotes to justify his actions.

‘No matter what, the imperial family wouldn’t have left behind any direct evidence. They probably destroyed the letters as soon as they were read, leaving only testimonies. And even those, upon closer inspection, could be dismissed as mere misunderstandings.’

No matter how certain his suspicions were, without concrete proof, he couldn’t make it a topic of discussion.

Zephyros finally realized the flaw in his reasoning.

“No. It was my own decision. The imperial family actually advised me against interfering because nothing was certain. But I insisted. I simply conveyed that if I deemed the situation dangerous after arriving at the castle, I would act accordingly.”

Lowell was satisfied with Zephyros’ refusal to make excuses.

At the very least, he wasn’t the kind of person to shift blame onto others.

That alone was enough to soften Lowell’s tone.

“Do you still believe I’m here against my will?”

Even to Zephyros’ young eyes, Lowell looked completely at ease as he smiled.

Throughout the entire conversation, Lowell had been gauging Felix’s mood, while Felix, seemingly unable to keep his hands still, touched Lowell as if he found his partner unbearably lovable.

Such natural affection couldn’t be faked.

“No… It seems it was all just my misunderstanding.”

Having drawn out the answer he wanted, Lowell let out a deep breath of relief.

“Alright, I’m done talking. Now, ask whatever it is that the Grand Duke has been doubting.”

Felix, who had been silently listening to their exchange, stared intently at Lowell, who was now leaning slightly against him.

His eyes subtly trembled, revealing just how much of a toll this conversation had taken on him.

Seeing that, the questions Felix had prepared crumbled like a sandcastle swept away by the waves.

“You saw Lowell and me together at the castle, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then what part of it seemed coercive to you?”

“…Excuse me?”

With that single question, the cold atmosphere in the room shifted.

Zephyros was left gaping in shock, while Lowell barely held back a chuckle.

“You were convinced that I had forced Lowell to come to Nix. That means something about the way I treated him must have seemed forceful or oppressive to you. I’m asking—what exactly gave you that impression?”

Felix, assuming that Zephyros hadn’t understood the question, patiently explained further.

The question itself was clear, but Zephyros struggled to grasp the intention behind it, making it difficult to form an answer.

Sensing that any further delay would be suspicious, Zephyros finally spoke.

“When I first saw the young lord, he looked frightened. And Your Highness never let him out of your sight, even for a moment. If he did leave, you not only assigned two knights to him but also had at least three shadow knights watching. I thought you were keeping an eye on him in case he tried to escape.”

Lowell hadn’t known about the shadow knights either, but he wasn’t particularly surprised or upset.

“Isn’t that normal?”

Felix furrowed his brows.

“Protecting a fragile, pregnant Omega should be an obvious thing. If I worry about him getting hurt when I’m not around, if I lose sleep over the thought of him having nightmares, if even watching him walk makes me uneasy—wouldn’t I be unfit as his spouse otherwise?”

As Felix continued speaking, Zephyros shut his eyes tightly.

He was becoming increasingly aware that he had narrowly avoided provoking Felix’s wrath.

“It’s not… No. Since it was all a misunderstanding on my part, Your Highness doesn’t need to dwell on it.”

Zephyros had been about to voice his honest opinion but quickly regained his composure and hastily corrected himself.

Lowell gently ran his fingers over Felix’s thigh, noticing that he was still frowning.

“Why is that your biggest concern? Shouldn’t clearing up your doubts come first?”

“I understand now that you didn’t ask for help. And he doesn’t seem like someone who would lie easily.”

Felix’s trust wasn’t yet absolute, but he at least acknowledged that he had been overly cautious and hadn’t engaged in proper dialogue.

Lowell chose not to point this out—progress was what mattered.

“Then, Lord Zephyros, when you return to the capital and speak about me, please tell them that Lowell Clarke is in Nix of his own free will. And when you report to the imperial family, just relay exactly what you saw—excluding what was discussed in this room.”

This was tantamount to exposing Felix’s vulnerabilities and putting Lowell at risk.

But Lowell had no doubt that the person beside him would protect him.

“Th-Then, what exactly should I say?”

Having already admitted he was mistaken, Zephyros’ confidence had completely crumbled.

He was in no state to think rationally.

“Hmm… Why not just say we looked like a happily married couple?”

Lowell curled his lips into a teasing smile. Sensing an underlying implication, Felix glanced at him.

“Like this.”

At that moment, Lowell tugged on Felix’s scarf.

Caught off guard by the unexpected boldness, Felix instinctively followed, allowing Lowell to kiss him just as he intended.

It was meant to be a brief peck, but out of habit, their tongues brushed lightly.

Felix’s ears turned red.

“Understood? Just tell them we’re an ordinary couple, like any other.”

Of course, they looked less like an “ordinary couple” and more like a disgustingly sweet one who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

But Lowell made his declaration without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Zephyros, having witnessed it all, turned completely red—not just his face, but down to his neck.

“I-I understand. I’ll be sure to relay it exactly as you said.”

Avoiding Lowell’s gaze, Zephyros quickly dropped his eyes to the floor.

He didn’t even notice the displeased look Felix was shooting him.

“If you have no further excuses to make, then leave.”

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