My Ex-Boyfriend Gave Birth to My Child? What Does That Mean? - Chapter 10

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My Ex-Boyfriend Had My Child — What in the World Is Going On? Episode 10
The “executor” who burst through the front door, little Voltaine Lu, shattered my defenses with a bright smile, affectionate mannerisms, and above all a single word — “Mama” — and I found myself shedding tears inside as I struggled to correct the child once more.
“You can’t call me that. I told you before.”
“But you are my mama!”
The child’s expression crumpled with hurt, and it struck my heart like shrapnel, but this was one thing I could not bend on.
‘Between Leon and me… nothing ever happened!’
Biologically, I could not be that child’s mother! Of course, when one sets aside the biological impossibility of a man giving birth in the first place, it was technically true.
Rita, standing behind me, mouthed the word mama? and stared at me with an expression that looked like her jaw had come unhinged. I shook my head urgently at her, but it seemed it would take some time for Rita’s soul to return to her body.
Leon ambled into the house behind the child and, glancing around the place, opened his mouth with infuriating ease.
“You’re not her mother.”
“Daddy!”
“Not yet.”
Leon muttered under his breath as he surveyed the house, then let out a complaint.
“What’s the state of this place?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s covered in dust and completely bare.”
“All houses are like that.”
I rolled up my sleeves and planted my hands on my hips.
“Once you’ve removed everything inside, all that’s left are dust and empty space.”
My words were answered by a child’s bright, crystalline voice.
“I like it here!”
The child darted across the landing, the parlor, and various parts of the staircase, shouting his joy. For somewhere completely unfamiliar, he showed not a trace of hesitation.
“It smells like Mama!”
I quietly sniffed at my own sleeve.
Do I… smell?
Leon, observing my predicament from beside me, broke into a laugh without restraint and added his own remark.
“He’s talking about the lingering trace of your Mana. Have you used Magic recently?”
“A little… Wait, the child can sense that?”
“He’s my son. Of course he’s a genius.”
After muttering this, Leon clapped his hands to call the child over.
“Lu, come here. Everyone needs to move you out of the way so they can clean.”
Everyone?
I stared at Leon with a bewildered expression. Leon, with his characteristic blank look, snapped his fingers with a sharp click.
At that same moment, the door opened and a throng of people streamed in — roughly twenty servants in neat uniforms. Leon turned toward them and inclined his head as he began to speak.
“From today onward, you work in this household. Your master is the young lady Irina Otraha present here. You are not to report the affairs of this house separately to me. In case of emergency, you are to protect the young lady Otraha. That is all.”
All twenty people bowed their heads without the slightest disorder, receiving his words in silence.
I stared at him with a vacant expression, understanding a moment too late.
“So you’re saying I should employ these people in our home?”
“Yes. They’ve been brought from the Duke’s Domain.”
“How could I possibly presume to do such a thing?”
Servants from a Duke’s House were often of noble birth themselves. Working in a poor Baron Household would ordinarily be no small burden for them.
“I selected them carefully from commoner stock. Don’t you know your own measure?”
“…That somehow wounds my pride in a different way…”
“Good grief, you’re hopeless.”
“A-Ahem, no, thank you. You’ve been an enormous help. Truth is, once I faced the reality of it, I had no house to ask for assistance…”
Rita’s face, which had grown deathly pale as she realized she would be working alone, had been like a mask of grief…
Now I could breathe easier!
Stepping forward from the lineup of twenty was a beautiful woman with short black hair.
“I shall execute any orders you give immediately.”
“Good. First… what’s your name?”
The woman hesitated briefly before answering in a courteous tone.
“It is Siril. I have no family name.”
“I understand, Siril. Fundamentally, I’d like you to work well with Rita in cooperating on the tasks here.”
The moment my name left my lips, Rita’s spine straightened like a spring. The girl who had been glancing nervously around just moments before vanished, replaced by the dignified bearing of a seasoned head servant.
“Leave it to me, miss! I mean, my lady!”
Rita answered confidently without flinching before the perfectly composed servants of the Duke’s House. The fact that she had gained twenty reliable allies seemed to fill Rita with a strength more powerful than any Magic.
Rita rattled off her instructions to the assembled servants in a brisk, measured tone.
“What we need immediately is cleaning. First, let’s get my lady’s chambers organized nicely, then the two guest rooms, the parlor, the dining room, the kitchen, the study…”
I watched as Rita busily dispatched orders, then paused briefly and added a thought of my own.
“If there’s anyone who can cook, I’d like them to take charge of the kitchen and prepare meals for everyone. Don’t spare on ingredients — I want all the servants and attendants alike to eat the finest food possible, regardless of rank. After all, today is a day of celebration.”
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There must be some saying in the world that housework is nothing but a matter of hands.
Putting the entire Mansion in order after years of neglect was indeed impossible, but clearing just the bedroom, reception room, and kitchen we needed today was accomplished in what felt like a heartbeat.
After finishing a satisfying meal, Lucian rubbed his eyes and fought off the creeping weight of sleep.
“Don’t wanna sleep…….”
I caught the child as he nodded forward, threatening to slip from his chair at any moment. Rita, who clearly doubted the nature of our connection, narrowed her eyes slightly as she approached.
There was no point in explaining anyway. I surrendered to resignation and handed the boy to Rita.
“Put him to bed in my room. You’ll stay by his side tonight, and if he wakes and asks for me, bring him to me.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Rita’s gaze still held suspicion, but she carried the child from the dining room with devoted care. Leon, who had been rolling a Wine Glass at the table beside me, let out a quiet laugh.
“Where are you planning to sleep?”
“There are guest rooms, aren’t there?”
“I’ll be staying too.”
“……I happened to prepare two guest rooms!”
My heart quickened at his casual tone.
I led Leon directly to the guest room myself. I felt a pang of conscience at the thought of simply having a servant show such a valued guest—someone who had done so much for me—to his quarters.
But Leon’s words were fewer than usual.
Moreover, the warmth seemed to drain from his arm as he escorted me through the halls.
“Leon.”
At my soft call, a sound like a small sigh escaped from between his lips.
“Keep it secret.”
Yet his steps grew slower, heavier. By the time we reached the room, I had to half-support him as we moved.
The man, clearly forcing himself onward by sheer will, collapsed onto the guest room bed the moment we reached it, his body giving way entirely.
“Leon! A doctor, we need a doctor…….”
He gripped my wrist, his hand twisting around it. The man shook his head, murmuring in a low voice.
“I can’t.”
As I examined him for a moment, I understood the reason. It was Mana Exhaustion.
The moment when a mage becomes most vulnerable.
Suddenly, over these past few days, Leon’s pallid complexion made sense—the dark hollows beneath his eyes all became clear at once.
“You arrived just in time.”
At my words, Leon lifted only one corner of his mouth slightly.
“I’ll protect you.”
Determined, I leaned out the door and called to a passing servant, giving instructions.
“Draw the curtains in every room. For the Candlelight—light half the rooms and leave the others dark. Tonight, I want two people on watch per floor.”
To make the situation seem unremarkable, I added one more thing.
“We have a child now, so we must be careful.”
The servant nodded in understanding and departed. Soon I heard hurried footsteps moving through the corridors, and I quietly closed the door.
Leon was already asleep. Sleep brought on by Mana Exhaustion—it might as well have been a loss of consciousness.
‘His sleeping face really is like an angel’s.’
I approached the window. By chance, a full moon adorned the sky, casting silver light in every direction. I drew the curtains and left the Candlelight unlit.
Sitting in the darkness of the room, I traced a Magic Circle in the empty air. The basic Concealment Magic Circle seeped through the old wood grain of our guest room, casting soft light as it settled into place.
The moment the Magic Circle took hold and silence descended on the room, Leon on the bed let out a small groan.
“Leon……?”
As I reached forward to place my hand on his forehead, his cold, metal-like hand suddenly caught my wrist and pulled me down onto the bed.
“Don’t go.”
I thought he had lost consciousness completely. But tears clung to his long lashes, catching and trembling as they reflected the faint light of the Magic Circle. His thirsty blue eyes looked down at me as though they might consume me.
Why was this happening?
Without thinking, I reached my hand toward his face.
Complex gazes tangled together.
And then we kissed urgently, as though it had always been inevitable.

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