The Young Male Protagonist Who is Destined for Ruin Fell for Me - Chapter 122 (Side Story 6)

When Kyle had declared that he would mobilize all of Chaeild for the sake of both her and their unborn child, Amel had thought it was just an expression of love.

But as she woke to the grand yet soothing melody of a symphony playing outside her window, she realized something.

When Kyle made a promise, he always meant it.

‘Why is there an orchestra outside… at this hour?’

Her husband had chosen a live symphony orchestra as a morning lullaby—for prenatal education, of all things.

Amel was at a loss for words.

Despite the early hour, the members of the Chaeild Orchestra showed no signs of exhaustion.

“Lady Amel! I am Johan Arideus, the chief conductor of Chaeild’s orchestra. May you have a vibrant and healthy day!”

“Thanks to you, I’m sure I will. Thank you for the wonderful music this morning.”

“Then allow us to present our next piece. We hope you enjoy it. This is The Amelia Cantata—composed exclusively for you by the Chaeild Orchestra.”

“…The Amelia Cantata? As in a hymn?”

All I did was get pregnant, and somehow, overnight, I had become a national hero.

Just as she was processing this absurdity, a pair of strong arms wrapped gently around her from behind.

“Good morning, my love. And to our baby as well.”

Kyle’s voice was as sweet as honey, his lips brushing her cheek in a delicate kiss.

When she turned to face him, his eyes gleamed with pure satisfaction.

“Do you like the melody?”

Well—there was no way a song composed by the empire’s finest musicians could be bad.

And sure, The Amelia Cantata was a bit dramatic, but the music was actually quite beautiful.

But if she showed too much enthusiasm, Kylean Chaeild would undoubtedly escalate his over-the-top gestures for the rest of the pregnancy.

And yet, rejecting the gift outright would dampen his spirits.

Amel cupped his cheeks and gave them a playful squeeze.

“Kyle, thank you so much. Waking up to such a grand welcome really makes this pregnancy feel more real.”

As expected, Kyle’s eyes sparkled—as if he was already planning more custom compositions.

While she appreciated his devotion, she knew she would suffocate under Chaeild-scale gestures if this continued unchecked.

She needed to steer him toward something more manageable.

“But you know… I actually prefer it when you wake me up in your own voice. Like before—with kisses.

And I think our baby would rather hear your voice than an orchestra in the morning.”

Kyle froze.

Then, in real time, his ears turned a brilliant shade of red.

She had expected this reaction—but he looked even happier than she had imagined, which made her own heart feel light.

「Did she just… indirectly say that she loves my voice the most?」

「She definitely did.」

「…Hearing her say ‘our baby’ feels… surreal.」

「Would they really like my voice more than an orchestra?」

「I suppose I should only bring in the orchestra for special occasions.」

Mission accomplished.

Amel successfully secured a compromise—the orchestra would be reserved for celebratory dinners or special occasions.

To prevent any hurt feelings, she also arranged for a letter of gratitude and a bouquet to be sent to the musicians.

It was a little overwhelming, but at the same time, she truly felt celebrated.

A few days later, she received a teary-eyed response from the conductor.

They were already composing a new anthem dedicated to the future heir of Chaeild.

By the time she received the letter, she was already sitting at the dining table.

“…What is all this?”

“This is a special arrangement for you, my love. Since pregnancy can make one sensitive to food, I wanted to give you a variety of options. Please, eat whatever you like.”

The Chaeild dining table was always elegant and refined.

But today—this was beyond anything she had ever seen.

It put even an imperial banquet to shame.

“…What time did the kitchen start preparing all of this?”

She turned toward the head chef, who visibly trembled with pride.

“W-We are honored, my lady!”

Trying a little of everything was honestly quite fun.

Fortunately, she hadn’t experienced much nausea yet—just occasional discomfort.

Kyle, meanwhile, watched her with the keen attentiveness of a royal attendant.

She smiled and popped a canapé into his mouth.

And, as always—his thoughts came flooding in.

「I should memorize which dishes she enjoys most and have them prepared regularly.」

「It was absolutely worth hiring thirty additional chefs.」

「I should also start developing baby food recipes in advance.」

「…Just watching her eat makes me full.」

His thoughts made her heart flutter.

She had once worried that Kyle would resent the idea of having a child—afraid that his past trauma from the succession wars would make him reluctant to raise one.

But that fear had been completely unfounded.

It had only been one day since she told him.

And yet, he was already overflowing with joy.

He had probably wanted this child even more than she had—to the point that he had more knowledge on the subject than she did.

‘I was worried for nothing…’

Kyle was twenty-five.

In this world, a fully mature adult.

But in her previous world, twenty-five-year-old men were still job hunting and delaying graduation.

If any of her old college friends had announced a pregnancy at this age, she would have smacked them on the back and asked if they had lost their minds.

But Kylean Chaeild was different.

Ever since learning about their child, he had been calm, steady, and endlessly reassuring.

「…Why is she looking at me like that?」

「We’re not in the stable period yet, so we have to avoid any… passionate displays of affection.」

…Ah.

His youthful vitality was still intact.

She softly called his name.

Kyle immediately rose from his seat—his handsomely sculpted face appearing right before her in an instant.

“I’ve been feeling a little anxious… But seeing how much effort you’re putting in for me… I feel at peace. Thank you, Kyle.”

“A husband should always reassure his pregnant wife.”

She knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Her body was going to change.

There would be days when she felt frustrated or overwhelmed.

But when she looked into Kyle’s bright, unwavering smile—

She knew she could face it.

Of course—she would only realize later that Kyle had completely misunderstood her words of gratitude.

「Ah. It seems she was truly pleased with everything I prepared.」

「Soon, the gardens and other buildings meant to entertain you will be completed. I hope you’ll like them as well.」

「Come to think of it, by now, Lady Claire must be arranging the perfect gift for you.」

That last thought made Amel pause in curiosity. What kind of gift could Claire be preparing for her?

Ten-year-old Oz, a courier from the mercenary group Aretiste, was carefully trimming flowers in the garden.

As he bundled the bouquet together, he couldn’t help but imagine the elegant smile of his boss when she would receive it.

“Boss will accept it with a graceful ‘Thank you, Oz,’ and smile at me…”

Just the thought sent him into a dreamy daze, making him look like a lovestruck young girl.

After all, his boss was a legend.

She had taken Aretiste, once an insignificant mercenary group, and elevated it to the continent’s most elite force in just half a year.

It was a feat impossible without her overwhelming power.

Unlike other mercenary captains who only cared about money, she had principles.

She always preached about love and peace, urging her subordinates to uphold values greater than gold.

Perhaps because of those ideals, nobles who once trembled at the mere thought of hiring her were now willing to pay astronomical sums for her services.

“But that was in the past…”

These days, rather than taking on missions, Boss was fully dedicated to research.

For some reason, she had even obtained research materials directly from the Grand Duke of Chaeild.

“She really is incredible.”

Oz chuckled as he continued arranging the bouquet.

Her reputation wasn’t just built on power and ideals—

She was also breathtakingly beautiful.

With her platinum hair flowing behind her as she wielded a whip of light, she looked like a goddess incarnate.

Most of the mercenaries in Aretiste had pledged their loyalty just from seeing her fight once.

Oz was no exception.

“Vanessa Maeblante, the Ruler of Light…”

He murmured her name in admiration, his cheeks flushing red.

Just then, a shadow fell over him.

“I’ve come to the right place.”

A dark-haired noblewoman with crimson eyes stood before him.

Her presence exuded an overwhelming authority, and even before she introduced herself, Oz had a feeling he knew exactly who she was.

Oz stiffened, recalling a story his boss had once shared.

“Y-You’re the one Boss described as ‘a woman with the temper of a witch, cold to everyone except one person, but endlessly generous when it comes to spending money’… L-Lady Claire?”

“…”

Claire’s eyebrow twitched.

It was annoying to admit, but… yes, that did sound like something Vanessa would say.

Still, the boy seemed too young to grasp how insulting that introduction was.

Oz, blissfully unaware of Claire’s growing irritation, enthusiastically led her to Vanessa’s office.

As Claire followed, she glanced around Aretiste’s headquarters.

The interior was far more luxurious than most noble estates.

“She must be making a fortune.”

Soon, they arrived at Vanessa’s office.

Oz knocked excitedly, eager to hear his boss’s melodic voice.

“Come in.”

Even her speech was refined, like a goddess in human form.

As Oz opened the door for Claire, his adoring gaze remained fixed on Vanessa.

However, Vanessa’s expression subtly changed upon seeing her guest.

“It’s been a while, Lady Claire.”

“Vanessa, you’ve changed a lot. They say a person is shaped by their environment—seems like that’s true.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Oz, go inform the kitchen to bring us some tea.”

Claire chuckled as she watched Vanessa move like a perfectly trained noblewoman.

It was amusing—how much could a person change in just a year?

Once tea was served, Vanessa sipped with flawless grace, more refined than most actual noble ladies.

Oz, utterly mesmerized, let out a sigh of admiration.

It was in this peaceful moment that Claire dropped the bombshell.

“Vanessa, I need to hire you for a security detail.”

Vanessa took a moment to think before replying.

“I’m sorry, Lady Claire. Right now, I’m prioritizing my research on Aretiste’s abilities. My goal is to establish a knight order within the next two years, so I’d like to focus on that.”

“Amel is pregnant.”

Clatter.

Vanessa’s fork fell from her hand as she shot to her feet.

Her eyes burned with intensity.

For a moment, Oz witnessed something shocking—

It was as if Vanessa’s elegance was completely unraveling.

Like a salamander shedding its skin, her composed demeanor shattered into raw emotion.

“What did you just say? My lady… is pregnant?!”

“How far along is she? Pregnancy is especially dangerous in the early stages! Why didn’t you come to me sooner?! You should have sent a messenger immediately—what if something happened to her?!”

“…Why don’t you sit down first?” Claire smirked.

“We only found out yesterday. I’ll compensate you generously, of course, so—”

“Compensation?! How dare you mention money right now?”

Vanessa snapped.

“This isn’t just anyone—we’re talking about my lady! You think I’d hesitate when she’s the one in need?

Forget payment—just arrange a token of sincerity, Chaeild-style, and I’ll consider it enough.

Oh, and while I’m heading to the Grand Duke’s estate, I’ll also be bringing along some Aretiste-crafted magical artifacts.

Only the best for our lady.”

Vanessa continued to ramble, repeating the words “my lady” over and over again.

Claire merely chuckled knowingly, having fully expected this reaction.

Oz, on the other hand, sat there in absolute shock, unable to process what he had just witnessed.

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