My Ex-Boyfriend Gave Birth to My Child? What Does That Mean? - Chapter 50

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My Ex-Boyfriend Had My Child — What on Earth Is This About? Episode 50
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Lyon showed more interest in Peron, Emil’s companion, than in Emil himself when we arrived at our house.
“This one can actually work, can’t he? Far better than a newborn who does nothing but cry.”
“What kind of work are you thinking of putting him through? Once Peron settles into the Residence, I’ll have him help care for the children.”
“So it’s going to be a child minding a child.”
“Well, at this point I’m desperate enough to borrow any pair of hands I can find.”
Peron stood rigid with nervousness in Lyon’s presence.
If the Divine Institution looks down upon mages, then Lyon Voltein stands at the very top of their list of contempt — the kingdom’s strongest mage, a nobleman who deliberately chose the path of magic, an arrogant genius.
After observing Peron for a while, Lyon opened his mouth as if the matter were of no consequence.
“Should I teach him?”
I shook my head at his suggestion.
“I’m his teacher. That’s what we’ve decided.”
Lyon accepted my decision far more readily than I expected.
“If that’s the sort of game you want to play, do as you wish.”
“This man, calling human feelings a game…”
I ended our first conversation with a growl directed at Lyon, dignity falling by the wayside.
“Right, I should mention — we’re going to have quite a few more children in this house soon. Let me introduce the ones we have now. The baby you’ve been holding is Emil, and…”
I’d barely begun speaking when footsteps came thundering from outside, and the most adorable face in the world suddenly popped through the door crack.
“Mom! Dad! Valraimont II did it again…”
The child burst into my study waving mud-caked hands, eager to show off the results of his treasure hunt, but he froze the moment he spotted a stranger in the room.
Peron, who had been holding Emil, didn’t seem at all flustered by the situation, as if he’d seen it before, and offered Lucian a gentle smile.
Upon seeing the smile of someone he’d never met before, Lucian’s large eyes lit up as if stars themselves were about to pour from them.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Peron. I’ll be staying with us starting today. And Peron, this is Lucian. He’s Lyon’s and my child.”
“That’s right!”
Lucian clung to my skirts and shouted.
“I’m Mommy’s child!”
Lyon opened his mouth in a flat voice.
“What about Dad?”
“Hehe.”
Lyon pinched Lucian’s cheek lightly, and the child dodged the gesture, spinning in circles around me.
Even in the midst of this chaos, Peron maintained a serious expression, nodding carefully as he listened to everything I said.
If he’d had a Notebook in his hands, he would have been writing everything down, so I made a mental note to give him a Notebook and a Fountain Pen as a gift next time — a memento of him becoming part of the family.
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A carriage from the Argentor Merchant Guild, covered in dust, arrived at our gate several days later.
The complexion of Rosalie as she descended from the carriage looked several times more gaunt than when I’d last seen her.
Her anxious gaze shifted carefully between the Autrehe Residence before her eyes and the carriage she’d ridden in, and her skeletal hands trembled faintly at the fingertips.
I pretended not to notice and spoke with a smile.
“Was the journey difficult?”
“The merchant guild people were so kind in helping me — I had no trouble at all. Evening, Noah! Come greet your aunt.”
Two children, clinging to their mother’s skirts, approached cautiously and bowed in greeting.
“Aunt, we hope you’ve been well.”
“Evening. It’s been so long — do you remember your aunt?”
“You made a Butterfly for me before.”
Evening Autrehe, a six-year-old girl whose cheeks had flushed a rosy red with shyness, smiled adorably, unaware of what she was actually running away from.
Meanwhile, an eight-year-old boy standing in the corner, staring only at his feet, looked thoroughly bewildered at having been suddenly rushed to the Capital Autrehe Residence.
“Noah, how have you been?”
“…The same.”
His expression was blunt, but his answer was kind. From what I’d observed before I was dragged to the Capital Autrehe Residence for the marriage arrangement, both children were so good-natured that it was hard to believe they were Schule’s.
That was precisely why I could make my plan.
To transfer Schule’s title to his nephew as quickly as possible.
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Once I introduced Lucian to the two children, they quickly grew close enough to play together, though they’d been distant at first.
But after the two cousins had eaten their fill of Apple Pie and Milk, the effects of the long journey soon caught up with them, and they began nodding off.
“Lucian, your cousins were in the carriage for a very long time and must be exhausted. Would you show them to their rooms so they can rest?”
“Of course!”
Children that age always brightened at being given a role.
The boy asked me eagerly.
“After I show Noah and Evening to their rooms, can I go see Peron and the baby?”
“Of course not. But you mustn’t wake Emil.”
“Got it!”
Lucian bounced with delight, and after I handed both children over to Peron, I finally had a moment to breathe.
At last, it was time for an adult conversation.
Rosalie Autrehe seemed rather taken aback by the transformation of the Capital Autrehe Residence.
“When I heard Irina served as a Resident Mage here, I assumed she was merely employed.”
Rosalie whispered softly as she followed me up the landing.
I nodded in response.
“There’s not much difference, really. The mansion is still called the Autrehe Residence, but the property deed itself is registered under another name.”
“Yet the servants called her their mistress.”
“They do.”
I led Rosalie to my study.
She looked startled upon learning that I worked in the very office once prepared for the Family Head of Autrehe.
“……I never thought I’d be able to come back here.”
Her expression held no resentment, no sense of injustice.
I exhaled silently in relief and gestured to Cyril, who had followed behind us. Servants who had been waiting in the corridor came in one by one and arranged a small Tea Set on my study desk.
Beside the neatly laid Tea Set, Rosalie’s luggage—which I had arranged to be brought down from the carriage beforehand—was placed in order.
I spoke first.
“But tell me, what’s happened with Evening? I’d heard the Domain was gradually improving. Wasn’t it?”
“It was.”
Rosalie’s voice wavered slightly. She was clearly struggling to hold back tears, so I handed her a Handkerchief.
She dabbed her eyes with it and continued in a small voice.
“The Domain’s improvement only encouraged him. The Giz Marquis House from the neighboring Domain pushed him to invest together with them…….”
“That investment nonsense again.”
“The Giz family demanded that we proceed with a betrothal to cement the partnership—they said they couldn’t trust us without marriage, so there could be no business without it.”
My fists clenched involuntarily.
It was the most transparent extortion imaginable!
“……When I first heard of the marriage proposal, I naturally assumed it was between Noah and the Giz family’s seven-year-old daughter. There’s a slight difference in standing, but since the Autrehe Domain has recently begun to prosper, such a gap could be overlooked given the joint investment.”
“Well, yes, that would have been reasonable.”
“But it turns out the betrothal is actually between Evening and the Giz girl’s father!”
The color drained from Rosalie’s trembling hands.
“No matter if they wait until she’s a grown adult, how could he propose marriage for his own daughter—to someone younger than she is……! And that he would actually agree to it……!”
Rosalie finally broke down in tears. Having held them back so long in front of the children, once they began, they would not stop.
“When I objected, he even seized the Official Seal I had been using.”
Given that much of the Argentor Merchant Guild’s work in the Autrehe Domain had been authorized by the Lady of Autrehe’s personal Seal, this was no small matter.
Even as the Autrehe Domain barely limped along, everything was on the brink of collapse.
Sure enough, she whispered through her tears.
“There’s nothing left I can do in the Autrehe Domain now…….”
As I comforted Rosalie, I clenched my teeth once more.
That’s right. Schule Autrehe is a hopeless Incompetent Person. Nothing could be allowed to proceed through his hands! If we didn’t remove him soon, the Domain’s fate was crystal clear.
While I suppressed my fury, Rosalie’s sobs—her face buried in her hands—gradually subsided.
She took a deep breath, wiped away the last of her tears with the Handkerchief, and raised her head, her eyes red and swollen.
Rosalie’s luggage from the Autrehe Domain was a bundle bound several times over with old cloth and tied tightly with rope.
“……That’s why I’ve decided to make sure he can’t do anything either.”
“Pardon?”
“I’ve brought the Domain Lord’s Official Seal. Please, keep it safe for me.”
“I……?”

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