My Ex-Boyfriend Gave Birth to My Child? What Does That Mean? - Chapter 49

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My Ex-Boyfriend’s Child Was Born Through Me — Episode 49
“The child became an orphan due to circumstances. If you could admit her to the Orphanage first, I’ll sponsor her right away.”
“Looking at the child’s face, I can tell right away. Leon Voltain, I never would have guessed you were such a serious rake!”
What? The moment I protested at this sudden accusation, Vivian cried out.
“Both of them are so damned beautiful!”
I understood a moment too late.
So Vivian had assumed this child was another illegitimate child of mine!
No matter how much I tried to explain, Vivian huffed indignantly until the child seemed about to burst into tears, at which point she exhaled deeply and composed herself.
“Fine, fine. I’ll handle it your way since you say so. But beyond the basic funds needed for the sponsorship, there’s no need for any additional donation.”
“Really? That will suffice?”
“I was planning to ask you for something quite difficult myself, after all.”
High Priestess Vivian raised her voice toward the door.
“Perron, come in.”
A young boy entered at her call.
He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. Despite his youthful appearance, he was tall, dressed in Apprentice Priest Robes.
His bright violet eyes gazed straight toward Vivian without glancing sideways at his surroundings. His overall bearing was grave beyond his years.
“High Priestess.”
The boy performed the Temple’s greeting, crossing both hands above his shoulders, his expression calm. There was a kind of detached composure about him that seemed to belong to someone who had resigned himself to something — an incongruity on such a young face.
Vivian Rochelle introduced the child to me.
“I called him here early after hearing you were coming. Perron — he has no family name. He’s fourteen this year. He was an orphan abandoned on the Temple Stone Steps, but he’s grown up wonderfully. I’d also like to ask Lady Autreha to sponsor this child.”
“He appears to be an Apprentice Priest. Is he not?”
“That’s right, he was an Apprentice Priest. Until recently.”
Vivian sighed softly. Perron’s composed face darkened visibly.
“This boy used Magic during a worship service not long ago.”
“What?”
“It seems he’d been hiding the fact that he could use Magic all along. Why, you know as well as I do — even if Magical Power is visible, there’s hardly a way to discover it if someone pretends not to see it.”
“Not unless you borrow the eyes of a high-ranking mage.”
“He’s a good child who prevented a serious accident. But as you know, the Temple right now is……”
The boy listening to our conversation suddenly knelt.
“High Priestess, I do not wish to leave the Temple……!”
Tears began to well slowly in the boy’s violet eyes.
“I wish to become a priest and dedicate my entire life to God!”
Vivian’s expression twisted with sorrow as she looked down at Perron. I too could sense the situation well enough, and my heart grew heavy with frustration.
Mages whose emotions become inflamed or who find themselves in crisis sometimes exert their power unconsciously. It seemed he had used Magic in that manner, yet the Temple would not accept a child revealed to be a mage as a priest.
Vivian opened her mouth.
“Perhaps a day will come when mages can become priests. But that day is not now. The High Priest opposes it so strongly that I cannot do otherwise.”
“High Priestess, but I truly had no choice……”
“Being born a mage is not your fault. When the chandelier fell, you were there in that moment, and because of you, no one was injured. I believe the Divine Providence placed you there for a reason.”
Vivian soothed the child with gentle words and helped him to his feet with her own hands. On her beautiful face, sorrow over a matter beyond remedy was plainly visible.
She turned to me again.
“Since the child has no family, you may take him in as a servant in your household if you wish. But when he comes of age, could you help him register formally with the Mage Tower as a mage? And it would be even better if you could teach him Magic.”
“Certainly, anyone with a Magical Aptitude above a certain level should register their name with the Mage Tower. That’s not difficult, but teaching Magic……— what if the child doesn’t wish it?”
Vivian spoke in a subdued voice.
“Perron. You tell him yourself.”
The boy’s expression remained dark. He could not hide the signs of fearing his own power, or perhaps despising it. Still in a voice tinged with tears, he spoke slowly.
“If I leave the Temple, I must live for myself in the secular world.”
The child exhaled a shallow breath, then closed his eyes deeply for a moment.
When the boy slowly opened his eyes again, within those violet irises was visible both resignation and a clear will to live.
“‘Divine Providence is not wielding extraordinary power, but simply placing the person who is needed in the place they are needed.'”
The boy quoted the familiar passage and added quietly.
“Since God has made me a mage, I accept it. If you will sponsor me, I will do my utmost to follow your path.”
I nodded.
‘I’ve ended up with yet another unusual household.’
With the High Priestess giving the orders directly, everything was arranged quickly. Emil was registered as a child abandoned at the Temple, and I decided to take both Emil and Perron into my home under the guise of sponsoring them.
“I don’t know how it feels to hear this right now, but Perron, you will be a very gifted mage.”
“How can you know that?”
“Fundamentally, if you lack talent, you cannot wield such powerful Magic unconsciously.”
Levitation Magic is so basic as to be nearly instinctive, and most mages discover they possess Magical Power when their emotions become inflamed and they inadvertently levitate or break something small.
But ordinarily, what is affected by such Magic is something small — a cup, a pebble, a thin flower.
If an untrained mage had lifted something as heavy as the Temple’s Crystal Chandelier, it was talent of no ordinary measure.
Perron answered in a quiet, measured voice.
“Then I’m grateful. There were many orphans beneath the chandelier. If we hadn’t protected them, it would have been truly dreadful.”
What a genuinely kind child he was.
“Besides Magic and caring for children, what else can you do?”
Perron, who had been watching the world move past the window, answered softly.
“I can read and write. I’ve memorized most passages from Scripture. Beyond that, I’ve learned arithmetic only to a very small degree.”
“You can do quite a lot. With such skills, any mansion would have offered you generous patronage.”
“High Priestess Vivian hoped that my patron would be a Mage. And she said Lady Autreha treats her employees as family and has a generous heart, so I could trust her.”
Just as I had observed Vivian, it seemed she had been observing me in turn. And truth be told, that was a crucial action in building a relationship of trust.
I wanted to establish that same kind of trust with Perron.
“For now, settle into our mansion. The servants will gradually teach you the finer rules. Once you’ve adapted to some degree, help care for our children. And if there’s anything else you wish to learn, I’ll help you master it.”
The boy, who had been moving carefully as he absorbed each word I spoke, nodded.
“I’ve always been in charge of caring for children at the Temple. I’ll do my best not to disappoint you. And…….”
The boy’s cheeks flushed slightly at the embarrassment of speaking, before he opened his mouth with great care.
“……If you have the means, I’d like to learn Magic quickly.”
I paused to think.
“I could send you to the Mage Tower. We don’t lack for helping hands to that degree. The Mage Tower offers almost free tuition to students with genuine talent.”
“No, I would prefer to visit the Mage Tower when I come of age to register formally as a Mage. I simply wish to work diligently in the household that has taken me in, and become a more useful person.”
I blinked. The boy’s eyes were resolute. Then I knew exactly what I had to say.
“Thank you for becoming my disciple.”
I opened my mouth, turning over in my mind what this child truly needed.
“Even if you should leave our family someday, our master-and-disciple bond will continue, so know that you may return anytime you wish.”
Tears gathered at the corners of Perron’s eyes. Having just been cast out from the Temple, his heart must be in turmoil. I hoped this child would find somewhere that felt like home.
The boy, his eyes rimmed with tears, held Emil more tightly against his chest. The little one nodded and smiled faintly.
“If you would do that, I will serve you as my master all my life.”

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