After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 197

Chapter 197: Beatrice’s Birth

Beatrice’s labor was very different from Adele’s smooth and easy one—it took a full night. Her small body likely couldn’t handle the strain as easily.

All I could do was stay by her side and occasionally hold her hand. In this world, it’s not common for men to stay so close during childbirth, but when Clara gave birth, it was clear that my touch eased her pain. I think my strange magic was doing something to help her, so I stayed close, hoping it would make Beatrice more comfortable.

Well, unlike when Clara was in labor, the moment I touched her, her stomach didn’t glow. But when I held her hand and saw her furrowed brow relax, I believed I helped her in some way.

“Phew… I thought I might die from the pain,” Beatrice said.

“Yeah, thank you, Beatrice,” I replied.

“Hehe… well, it’s okay. I’m happy,” she said, reaching out to the baby.

In her arms was a baby with bright blue eyes and teal-colored hair, the kind you’d expect from a fantasy world, waving its tiny hands as if asking for something.

“It’s truly a cute little creature… but it’s strange that it doesn’t resemble either me or Lutz,” Beatrice said.

I had been thinking the same thing. Based on past experiences, my children usually took after their mother’s looks. So, I had assumed Beatrice’s baby would be born with golden blonde hair and jade-colored eyes.

The only time a child didn’t resemble its mother was Clara’s child, Luise. But Luise took after me with silver hair and blue eyes. I never expected a child to be born looking so unrelated to either of us.

In the drama of my past world, if a child looked so unrelated to its parents, there would surely be a scene where people would question, “Who’s the father?” But I trust that Beatrice never slept with another man. Despite her cold, stoic appearance, I know she’s pure-hearted and devoted.

I must have been thinking this a bit too loudly, because Beatrice, sensing my thoughts, relaxed her cold, porcelain-like beauty into a smile.

“Yeah. I’m happy that you trust me, Lutz.”

Oops, I thought. If I had doubted Beatrice’s chastity, she might have turned into a wax doll instead of the porcelain one. Beatrice’s “spirit’s eye” skill really is troublesome. Well, at least it looks like she’s satisfied with me as her official husband. That’s a relief.

“But it is strange. I had hoped a daughter who looked like my beloved Beatrice would be born,” I said.

“…Lutz, you’re dangerous when you say things like that without realizing it,” Beatrice replied.

At my casual words, Beatrice’s cheeks flushed. Wait, did I say something weird?

“I can’t help that about Lutz, but the only time a child didn’t look like its mother was with Clara. Perhaps this child was born with some special power, just like my sister was,” Beatrice said.

Beatrice, please stop setting strange flags. I don’t want my child to have any weird powers. I want this child to live a normal, happy life as an ordinary human.

Well, this child didn’t glow when I used my magic on it, so it shouldn’t have any strange dual attributes… Right?

Seeing me panic, Beatrice’s mouth curved upward.

“It’s fine. Whether the child has special powers or not, whether it resembles me or not, this child is still the love child of Lutz and me. I want to thank you again… for giving me this precious treasure.”

Her face showed exhaustion, but she still tried her best to express her happiness. Her gentle, relaxed smile was so cute, and I took her hand, holding it tightly.

“Yeah, it feels nice… Lutz’s power is flowing into me…” she whispered, barely audible.

Then her eyelids fluttered shut, and regular breathing followed, her lips parting softly. Right, she had given birth to this child with such a small body—of course, she would be exhausted. I felt so much love for her as I realized she had given her all for this child, and I gently kissed her lips.

“Congratulations on the princess’s safe birth. I am truly delighted. Allow me to offer my congratulations,” I said, after confirming Beatrice had fallen completely asleep, and I went to visit Adele’s bedroom. After all, there was another woman who had given birth to my child.

Adele was still in bed but sat up straight, speaking with a dignified tone. If she kept going like this, I was afraid she might say something about getting back to work tomorrow. When I joked about it, she responded with a surprised look.

“Huh? Isn’t that obvious?” she said.

Magic runs this world, and high-ranking mages, those who are at the top of society, don’t rest even after giving birth. Adele explained that she had made arrangements during her pregnancy, and after just three days of rest, she would entrust the baby to a nursemaid, use healing magic on herself, and get back to work. It’s the norm for high-ranking nobles. It’s hard, but perhaps that’s what it means to lead the people.

“Thanks to Beatrice’s arrangements, this child and the princess will be raised together. It’s a great joy. I must serve them with even greater loyalty,” she continued.

I understood. It was a practical idea from Beatrice. By raising the two babies born almost on the same day together, the nursemaid’s burden would be lessened. And… the child raised alongside the future queen would become a loyal and unshakable aide.

Next to Adele, the future prime minister candidate, with no hesitation, reached out its small hand toward me.