When we arrived in Beckett, it was still a time when the sun had not yet set.
It was a quiet town with few visitors other than the regular group of Amort passing through for the Chantal International Academic Conference.
Usually, people would pass through Beckett to reach Ardan, which was twice as big as Beckett and right next to it.
Ardan near the Indan Mountains was a decent neighborhood even for educational purposes, as I had been there for a medical forum.
The Tess Nigella were sent to the only dragon in this place, a elderly female Dragon, Ina Dellaf, used by the Lord of Beckett, and the group washed away the weariness of the journey at the largest inn.
Amort, who was under the expectation of His Majesty the King, had enough budget to afford the allocated rooms.
However, in my case, I ended up staying in the Lord’s castle with the Royal Knight Department members, along with the Wyler Knights, for the sake of the Tess Nigella.
I realized that I was quite tired only after unpacking in the guest room and taking a bath. However, I felt strangely energetic enough to endure. It was as if I had been a night owl, which I wasn’t.
Lord Miller of Beckett was quite tense and provided a meal when esteemed guests visited.
His family, resembling the lord in stature, was on the short side like me. Seeing a group of short people gathered around, moving busily, warmed my heart.
The mealtime, attended by professors, Wyler Knights, and doctors invited from the Chantal group, passed quietly.
I finished my meal lightly, trying not to show that I was starting to lose my appetite again, and filled my stomach with blueberry panna cotta served as dessert.
Since I wasn’t invited to the meal, the students who had finished their meals separately and came early to check on the elderly Ina Dellaf.
“Welcome, Professor!”
“Did you enjoy your meal?”
“It’s late, but you seem to have a lot of energy.”
Since there were hardly any women in the Knight School, the students seemed uncomfortable around me.
Damien Shore’s case was special. Anyway, as I approached, the students quietly moved aside and went towards the Tess Nigella.
While the Tess Nigella Dolsito and Campagnula were approaching, they were chattering among themselves, and hearing the chuckling sound, I felt like I was storing food in my pockets to feed them tomorrow.
They seemed to expect that they could eat another rabbit as a snack.
They were clever… But it seemed like they didn’t experience much stress, so I thought it was fortunate.
I had learned that Ina Dellaf was relatively tame, as she was raised for the education of prospective dragon caretakers.
I learned this sensibly while studying the monster subject that responds to mana during basic magic education.
Although it was only at the level of knowing the theory, I pride myself on knowing dragons better than other ordinary people.
I sat in front of Ina Dellaf, watching the students who were cleaning the scales of the Tess Nigella Dolsito, who seemed to be dozing off already due to the late hour.
Ina Dellaf, who had been quiet, rose up when I brought an armless chair that seemed to be used by caretakers and offered her seat.
The giant, fluffy cushion was flattened under the weight of the dragon.
As I was taken aback, I heard a conversation from the other side asking if I had just taken the old dragon’s cushion. No, you guys…
“Thank you, but just lie down. The kids might misunderstand.”
Ina Dellaf lay back down.
When I petted her, she closed her eyes happily and licked my arm with her tongue.
The dragon’s licking was the same as a cat’s purring.
It meant that she was very friendly.
Actually, I wasn’t accustomed to the sudden whims of dragons.
I vividly remembered when I was seven years old, when the messenger dragon from the royal palace found me playing in the garden and tore my skirt.
Raiden, who was napping, woke up to my scream and wildly swung a sword at the dragon’s neck. Raiden was a pretty decent guy from then on.
Once again, my thoughts turned to Raiden.
“I’m sure I haven’t slept with anyone but him, except for maybe before I was certain about it. Oh, this is really bothering me.”
I believed Raiden wouldn’t do anything mean while I was asleep, and Raiden himself didn’t say outright that he had slept with me.
It was unsettling to be so confidently offered to be a father.
Who would say such a thing to a man?
It was unpleasant to imagine, but if I really lost my memory and some crazy person did something to me without my knowledge…
Would Raiden, who said he would be the father of the baby without any hesitation, be a total fool?
…So Raiden must be the culprit, right?
“I guess I won’t know for sure until the baby is born.”
Not only was the issue of who the culprit was a problem, but there were also many doubts about the timing and duration of the pregnancy.
There were also strange things.
My head was spinning, and I felt queasy.
For now, since health was the most important thing, I decided to think about the headache after the Chantal conference was over.
Since Raiden seemed to know something, he would tell me if I gave him more time.
Come to think of it, when I first mentioned the pregnancy, Raiden seemed more like he was holding back his anger than being surprised.
Ina Dellaf, who was enjoying my touch, suddenly made a chuckling sound and licked my belly.
Startled, I staggered backward, tripped over the chair leg, and fell backwards.
“Elly!”
Raiden was the one who accepted me. I was so surprised that my heart raced. I felt Raiden’s body heat as he hugged me tightly from behind.
Raiden used to hug me like a doll often, but today, perhaps because I was conscious of Raiden, the warm breath on my ear and the firm chest pressing against my back felt more intense than usual.
And especially, my buttocks touching his ‘thing’ down there…
“…She didn’t do anything wrong. She was just trying to be cute.”
“I know. I was watching as I came over. That’s why you’re not hurt.”
I see.
“Shall we go in? It’s cold.”
Raiden straightened me up, as I was in a strange position.
I think that the context clues are indicating that the FL is going to be a Mother to a Dragon. Without using the Title to give a clue.