After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 162

### Chapter 162: Reunion with Clara

Finally freed from Her Majesty’s lecture, I headed towards Clara’s palace, wanting to know how she was doing. Though we had consciously avoided contact to prevent our activities in Baden from being discovered, I couldn’t ignore today’s incident since I was one of the main actors. Visiting the injured princess wouldn’t seem suspicious.

However, Clara’s palace was overflowing with nobles from the Chancellor’s faction, all demanding to see her. The commotion was barely contained by the maids and guards, creating utter chaos.

Requesting a meeting in such a situation would only add to the confusion and inconvenience the women working in the palace. As I resigned myself to leaving, my sleeve was quietly tugged. Turning around, I saw a familiar maid, the light magic user who had come to Baden disguised as a cleric.

“Lord Lutz, this way…”

Guided by her, I passed through a narrow corridor from a small storage-like room and found myself in Clara’s bedroom. The princess, who was carrying my child, lay on a luxurious canopy bed.

“Lady Clara, Lord Lutz is here to see you.”

“Ah, Lord Lutz… in this condition…”

“Please stay as you are. You were on the verge of death just a moment ago.”

As Clara, who had barely opened her eyes, tried to sit up, the maid and I hurriedly stopped her.

“Yes… once again, I have been saved by Lord Lutz…”

“What are you saying, Clara? If it weren’t for your ‘substitute doll,’ I would have undoubtedly died there. Thank you for saving my life.”

Indeed, if that curse had befallen me, even Gretel’s best healing magic and the help from the unborn child wouldn’t have saved me. I would have been finished.

“To hear such words from you, Lord Lutz… I am happy.”

Transparent tears overflowed from her brown eyes. Unlike Gretel, who would have worn a smug expression, Clara remained humble despite her increasing magical power.

“But Clara, I have a request.”

“What is it?”

“Please, never again risk your life for my sake. I am incredibly grateful for what you did this time, but I cannot bear the thought of a woman being unhappy because of me. I want you to prioritize yourself and the child in your womb.”

“Yes, I realize now that not considering the child’s safety was foolish of me.”

With a slightly downcast face, she murmured softly.

I thought she understood, but I was mistaken. Clara looked straight at me and declared firmly.

“I will prioritize the child’s safety as you asked, because this child is a part of you, Lord Lutz. However, once the child is born, I will prioritize your safety above all else.”

“No, I don’t want to make women unhappy…”

“I cannot imagine a world without you, Lord Lutz. If you were to die before me, my life would have no meaning. Therefore, once this child is born, I will immediately create another substitute doll. Yes, and you will wear it without fail…”

Scary… Clara seemed almost like a stalker, or rather a devoted follower worshiping her god. Even the overly loyal maids showed no sign of helping.

Well, it can’t be helped. To be loved so deeply is, in a way, a blessing. And the fact that she saved my life is undeniable. And being looked at with such passionate, tear-filled eyes… resisting the desire to kiss those lips was impossible.

After a long, intense kiss, Clara sighed deeply.

“I am so happy. I never thought I could experience this again.”

That’s right. Officially, I am the husband of Clara’s rival, Beato, making us adversaries. Moreover, Clara is usually surrounded by nobles from the Chancellor’s faction, preventing even the exchange of words. Only due to this incident could we finally meet again since Baden.

“I will cherish today’s memory and protect this child.”

As she spoke these endearing words, Clara’s lower abdomen began to glow faintly again, as if responding to her maternal love. Or maybe it was because I had inadvertently supplied her with excess magical power during the kiss.

“Thank you for protecting me, Luise.”

“What, you’ve already decided on a name? It might not even be a girl…”

Well, maybe it will be. All the children I’ve fathered in this world, nearly twenty now, have all been girls. It makes me wonder about the satisfaction of the women I’ve been with, but I guess I have to accept it as a “Seed of God” cheat.

“Yes, I know. The child in my womb is a girl, inheriting your silver hair and emerald eyes, a beautiful princess.”

That prophecy is also scary. Deciding even her appearance…

Come to think of it, none of my children have resembled me. They’ve all inherited their mothers’ looks… not one with silver hair. But Clara insists the child will look just like me.

“So I have named her ‘Luise,’ taking the same initial ‘L’ as yours…”

Clara, I’m truly grateful for your unwavering devotion, but… it’s a bit overwhelming!