After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 220

Chapter 220: Clara’s Child

I ended up showing my own version of being a proud parent too. And I shouldn’t forget, there’s still one woman who’s been sending me heated looks all this time.

“Has Luize had enough to eat?”

My line… well, it’s not much. When I entered this room, Clara was breastfeeding. It would have been a pleasant sight to watch, but the other two mothers’ gazes were terrifying. So, I decided to hold off on talking to Clara until Luize was done eating.

“Yes. This child also loves milk just like you, Lutz-sama.”

Ugh. Clara, who used to be so modest and obedient, is now making such jokes. She’s grown up so much… though this isn’t the time for such casual thoughts, since the porcelain doll standing next to me is beginning to turn into a wax figure.

“So, Lutz, you like women with big chests, don’t you?”

“Eh, no… Well, yes, I admit, it’s a good thing, but… shaking a small chest also has its charm… I mean…”

Beatrice’s glare is growing colder by the second. The more I try to explain, the more I dig my own grave. Damn it… I have no choice now.

“I… I don’t care about the chest size! I love Beatrice! Of course, I love Beatrice’s chest too… But no, that’s not it! I want to touch the chest of the woman I love, Beatrice!”

I don’t understand why I have to shout about praising br3asts at a time like this, but I have to be honest. Yes, I can say it clearly—I love Beatrice. I really hope it’s not because her modest body and chest trigger my… preferences.

Looking up suddenly, I realize the wax figure before me has transformed into a statue of the Earth Mother. She’s smiling gently… though I can’t help but feel like she’s huffing and puffing a little. Could it be just my imagination?

“Hmm. I also love you, Lutz. I won’t be jealous, so you can go ahead and get along with Clara.”

After saying that, Beatrice took Adel with her and went back to her duties. Well, they must be busy.

“Beatrice really knows what she’s doing. She knows that if she shows a little sulkiness, her dear husband will pour out words of passionate love.”

Wait, was that all part of her strategy? Clara’s words make me feel like I’ve lost this round.

“She’s really grown a lot, hasn’t she?”

“Yes, she’s doing well. She’s strong and doesn’t even get a fever… And she’s very smart. When I talk to her, it feels like she understands half of it.”

It seems like Clara’s fallen victim to the “proud parent” effect too, but if she says that, I have no choice but to speak up.

“I see… Well, look, it’s daddy.”

“…Uba~”

I don’t really understand, but it seems like she doesn’t dislike me. Luize, who’s two months older than Franzi and Erika, has already developed a toddler’s face and her hair has grown out. She’s absolutely adorable. And when she responds to my voice, waving her little hands to invite me, how could I not reach out? The feeling of her chubby little hands gripping my fingers is so pleasant.

“Oh! Luize’s aura…”

Clara exclaims in surprise. Even I, who can barely sense magic, can see it. Luize’s body is glowing with a platinum-colored light.

“Could it be…?”

“Yes, it’s true. This child is reacting to Lutz-sama’s magic, and releasing a light attribute aura. She did the same when she was in my womb…”

Yeah, that’s right. When Clara nearly died due to the substitution god statue, and during the very difficult labor, when I touched her at that exact moment, Clara’s belly had radiated a strange light. Clearly, it was reacting to my magic. The way Luize is reaching for my finger now… she’s probably not seeking me out as a father but is only after the magic I provide. It’s a little painful, but I suppose that’s just how it is. Either way, she’s seeking me out, and that’s the important part.

Then, after having been playing with my finger for a while, Luize suddenly seems to notice something and, for some reason, she stops caring about my finger and reaches out her hand toward something else.

“Huh? What is she after this time?”

“She probably wants to touch the sleeve of your jacket… Ah!”

“Clara, do you know what she wants?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

Clara points to a large cufflink on the sleeve of my shirt. It was one of the items that Beatrice sent over recently, and I thought she’d sulk if I didn’t wear it, so I put it on today. Besides the jade and gold cufflinks, which Beatrice made for me like her personal mark, she also prepared a more everyday silver pair with the royal family’s wolf crest and the Stuttgart family’s lilac crest intricately engraved on them. The taste isn’t bad, but somehow they look like another of Beatrice’s personal stamps.

“Luize, why do you like something like this?”