My Ex-Boyfriend Gave Birth to My Child? What Does That Mean? - Chapter 59

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My Ex-Boyfriend’s Child Was Born to Me—What on Earth Is Going On? Episode 59
“How do we test it?”
“Like this.”
I swung the rod from the outside inward, striking the practice dummy with full force.
A sharp crack sounded, and the rod bounced back.
I briefly regretted naming the barrier magical tool’s test dummy “Schule.” The barrier was clearly activating properly, but the frustration of not being able to strike through it burned.
I swung the rod again and again. Crack, crack!
Not a hairline fracture marred the mana field comprising the barrier.
I let out a soft laugh and murmured to myself.
“……Is it a success?”
Cyril, who had been following me like a shadow and standing quietly behind us to watch, finally spoke.
“Would you like me to try once?”
“Can’t we just call it a success?”
“If you’re satisfied with that.”
I sighed and held out the rod toward Cyril.
How much force a barrier could withstand was a crucial matter. In truth, my own strength was too weak for proper testing, and only someone of Cyril’s caliber could truly verify its durability.
Cyril accepted the rod from me with courtesy and swung it at terrifying speed. With a thud, the rod stopped dead in the air. Cyril and I locked eyes. Her expressionless face seemed almost to be smiling.
“It worked!”
“It was successful, I see.”
Applause sounded from beside us. Naturally, it was Peron.
The boy offered his admiration in a measured, well-mannered voice.
“Master, that was truly splendid!”
I felt a bit awkward. I’d made grand proclamations about being a master, and I was embarrassed to have neglected the boy while focusing on the test.
“Would you like to try striking it too? Focus on the mana collision that happens when it bounces back. The goal is to cut through the dummy inside. If this magical tool is being used in a real situation, the person inside would be genuinely under attack, so you need to take it seriously.”
“With the intention of cutting it.”
“Right, and you can use mana if you’re able.”
Peron nodded obediently and carefully took hold of the rod.
The instant the boy’s rod touched the translucent barrier, I realized something was flowing differently than expected.
Instead of a sharp cracking sound, there was only a soft resistance—like a knife sliding through butter.
The barrier split cleanly to the left and right along the rod’s path.
More than that, the dummy sliced neatly along a diagonal, its wooden body severing cleanly.
“Huh?”
With a heavy thunk, the wooden torso of the halved dummy Schule rolled across the floor.
“…….”
“…….”
Peron had cut through the magical barrier that even Cyril couldn’t penetrate!
Faced with this impossible, unexpected turn of events, the Otreha Mansion descended into utter chaos.
“Try this too, and this!”
With each swing of the mana-infused blunt rod, turnips, firewood, and even a tin pail were severed without the slightest resistance.
What was truly remarkable was that not a single crack appeared on the wooden chair from which those objects had stood.
Cyril summed up Peron’s ability in one short phrase.
“Quite useful.”
Translated into ordinary speech, it meant she was deeply impressed.
I pondered for a moment, then gestured for the servants to step back and approached Peron.
“Peron, would you mind setting down the rod and coming over here?”
Peron politely excused himself to the servants who were applauding him and followed me as I beckoned. The empty-handed servants trailed behind us as we moved to a corner of the garden.
I didn’t shoo them away. I too was so captivated by this absurd spectacle that I couldn’t look away!
I pointed to a small flower planted in the corner of the garden.
“Look, I want to transplant this flower into a pot. Could you carefully lift the flower and the surrounding soil together and separate it from the ground?”
I had made both the goal and the method clear.
Moreover, this was the most basic mana training imaginable. It was the simplest, most primitive way to use mana—something every apprentice mage goes through.
Could Peron manage it?
As Peron extended his hand and tried to move his mana, his face filled with bewilderment. Was it because too many eyes were watching? His cheeks flushed slightly as he spoke in a small voice.
“Like last time, it feels blocked somehow, like something is in the way…….”
I waved my hand to quiet the servants who were all exclaiming in sympathy, and spoke to Peron again.
“Then, this time, would you try placing your hand on the ground?”
Peron knelt on one knee on the garden soil and placed his bare hand on the earth.
My heart thudded as I gave the instruction.
“Now, in this position, can you dig up the flower and the surrounding soil together?”
Peron focused his gaze on the flower. The result of that attempt became known to all of us.
The earth around the flower trembled as if a mole were burrowing beneath it, and then — with a soft thump — it thrust upward!
“Amazing!”
“Peron! You did it!”
“What a clever boy!”
Amid the servants’ commotion, I replayed the movement of Mana I had just felt. How it flowed from Peron’s hand through the earth to reach the flower — a current that was both precise and razor-sharp.
There was no doubt.
This was a rare talent indeed!
“Peron, you…….”
The boy’s face turned tense, waiting for my judgment.
“You have true talent as a Combat Mage!”
My words set the Otreha Mansion’s servants ablaze. The simple wonder they’d felt moments before ignited into something fiercer — a burning excitement.
What could I do? The people employed at my estate were nearly a militant force. Having witnessed a genuine Combat Mage, rarer than rare in this world, they erupted with fervor.
“You must learn martial arts!”
“How can you do everything?”
Beneath a barrage of praise and admiration, Peron’s face flushed crimson in an instant. The boy of merely fourteen abandoned his usual composure and hid his face behind both hands.
“I… that is… I…”
Unable to utter a single word, flustered and embarrassed — how adorable!
……I decided right then that I would have to tease this child relentlessly.
I clapped my hands together sharply and surveyed the gathered crowd, urging them along.
“Come now, everyone! Return to your duties!”
And I added one more instruction.
“And have that flower planted in a properly sized pot and placed in Peron’s room as decoration. Keep it from wilting.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
As the gardener answered brightly and rushed toward the flower, someone else dashed off to find a pot. Watching them disperse one by one, I led the now-beet-red Peron down toward the Basement.
Herdy Puah would want to know the results of the experiment as well.
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Herdy Puah was fidgeting as he always did.
“So, did it work or didn’t it?”
“It failed, but it was a failure very close to success.”
“That’s supposed to mean what, exactly?”
Admittedly, I’d phrased that rather oddly!
I’ve grown so accustomed to seeing Herdy’s fidgeting that the Basement doesn’t feel like the Basement without it.
It’s like coming home to the Magic Tower, a place of comfort.
“When Cyril struck with full force, it didn’t cut through.”
“Oh, that monster failed? That’s practically success, then?”
“But Peron cut through it.”
I handed Herdy Puah the Barrier Rod with the destroyed Magic Stone. He took it with an expression of utter bewilderment and opened his mouth.
“Your maidservant almost destroyed it completely, and that boy just delivered the final blow, didn’t he?”
“No, that’s not how it was at all!”
I pressed forward eagerly, proud of my pupil.
“Come here, Peron! Show him. Go on!”
Peron approached me with a bewildered expression and whispered.
“But… I don’t have a rod.”
“Use your hand.”
“My hand?”
I glanced around and seized one of the sample rods Herdy had carelessly tossed aside — just one among countless others stacked in a box.
“Can you place your hand on this box and break in half just this one rod among all the ones here?”
At this point, even Herdy wasn’t being difficult. He pushed his glasses up with a click and spoke in a blunt tone.
“Go ahead, try it. Let me see how you do it.”
Peron, though somewhat apprehensive, followed my instruction carefully.
Moments after the boy placed his hand over the box, the very rod I had selected snapped cleanly in half with a soft click.
The precision was spine-chilling.
Herdy Puah let out a cry of amazement!
“That absolute madness!”

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