Reborn As Papa Silva

Chapter 79: Their Story (29): The Bittersweet

I know many of you are disappointed, furious, and livid with Acier—and you have every right to be. Feel free to express that. However, that doesn't mean Sebastian should get a free pass just because he's the MC or due to any bias in his favor.

Just like Acier, Sebastian royally messed up and betrayed her. I don't think any self-respecting or loving woman would want their lover or husband to paint themselves as some sort of rapist just to save their own skin.

Sebastian's actions not only shattered Acier's trust—the trust that, no matter what the world thought of them, they could always rely on each other—but also risked affecting Nozel and the other future children in the long run.

This is especially significant because reputation is everything in an aristocratic, medieval society. Nozel, Nebra, Solid, and Noelle—Nozel in particular—could face an upbringing filled with scorn, oppression, and shame due to their father being seen as a rapist.

This is where much of Acier's anger comes from. As noted in the data book, she loves her children and family above all else. For anyone, forget her greatest love, to do something so reckless—and behind her back, no less—would infuriate her to no end.

Now you may be wondering, if that's the case, why had she not divorced him in the future, well you'll get that answer soon enough.

Relationships are about communication and mutual consultation, and both Acier and Sebastian failed miserably in that regard. Neither of them is particularly innocent or excusable here.

Now that I've got that rant out of the way, let's move past the doom and gloom and dive into the fluff... well, kind of.

—

June 16, 1603

In the early morning light, Sebastian and Acier lay together in bed, their bodies bare and damp with sweat. Acier rested on top of him, her head nestled against his chest, while Sebastian absently traced circles on her back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

Breaking the silence, he spoke quietly, "I'll never do something that stupid behind your back again."

Acier lifted her face, resting her chin on his chest. Her lavender eyes locked with his ocean blue ones as she reached up, brushing her fingers lightly against his cheek. "I'd prefer you never do something like that in general ever again," she said softly.

Sebastian's lips curved slightly, his tone teasing as he repeated his words from the night before, "No promises."

She bit her lip, hesitating before whispering, "I can accept that. I can even accept being put through hell by you... but only if it's me. Please think carefully next time—about how your actions could affect this child..." She guided his hand to her stomach and continued, "and any other children we might have in the future."

Sebastian's expression abruptly shifted, his gaze cool and unreadable. "That's rich coming from you," he said evenly.

Acier's shoulders stiffened, and she nodded, her voice brittle. "You'd be correct."

He sighed, running his hand gently through her hair. "Fine, then. I won't ever do something like that again. Period."

Before she could respond, Sebastian suddenly flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. A startled yelp escaped her as he grabbed her wrists, holding them firmly.

Her initial flush of embarrassment faded as her stomach dropped. The sight of his trembling expression, his red eyes glistening with unshed tears, froze her in place. Drops of water fell from his cheeks onto hers as he stammered, "P-please, I'm begging you. D-don't shut me out... or scare me like that again. You're all I've got."

Acier's throat tightened, her eyes burning as she nodded weakly. "Never again... I promise."

Sebastian's grip on her wrists tightened as his voice cracked. "I-I'm sorry..."

Her own tears spilled over as she freed her hands and cupped his face, gripping his cheeks tightly. "W-why are you the one saying sorry?" she demanded, her voice breaking. "I-it's my fault—I should be the one apologizing—"

He cut her off, his voice raw. "I never realized how much it hurts to be treated like you don't exist, like a nobody to someone you care about, until recently."

Acier's pupils widened as she began to comprehend what he was hinting at.

Sebastian's tears fell harder. "I'm sorry for treating you like that in the past. I'll never do it again. So... please don't do it either..."

Her mind spiraled back to her memories of him, to the void he had once been, denying their bond, refusing to acknowledge her presence. She remembered the day she shattered their friendship, the day he withdrew completely into himself, retreating into that black emptiness.

The only thing worse than being unseen is being unseen by someone you love—someone who once said they loved you. I knew how much that hurt, and yet I did the same to him. Acier bit her lip until it bled, her chest tightening with shame. I really am the worst.

"A-apology accepted," she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling. "And I swear I'll never put you through that again."

Sebastian nodded weakly before biting his lip, "I-I want... no I-I n-need an apology from you... despite everything I did, what you did to me wasn't right... it just wasn't."

Acier nodded, her eyes stinging again, "You're right, I'm sorry."

Sebastian wasn't satisfied as he persisted further, "e-even if you mean the most in life to me... I don't think that means you can just treat me like dirt, and expect me to accept it. I l-like to think I mean more to you than that, and I like to think I deserve better than that."

Acier inhaled a dry lump in her throat as she bobbed her head with a tremble, "I'm sorry for t-that too, for e-everything... you deserve far better than that, b-better than me-"

She was silenced by Sebastian's finger placed on his lips, "I get to decide that not you, just how you get to decide whether I'm good enough for you, not me. I simply want an apology, no more, no less."

Acier paused and nodded once more, "I'm sorry."

Sebastian exhaled shakily, as though he'd been holding his breath, and lowered himself onto her, his head resting against her shoulder. She wrapped her arms tightly around his back, holding him close.

Minutes passed in silence before Acier murmured softly into his ear, "A-are you going to Kikka today...?"

Sebastian shook his head lightly, his face still buried in her neck. "Still grounded for another two weeks," he mumbled.

A wry smile crossed her lips. "And after that... when your detention is over... are you going back to Kikka?"

He shrugged against her. "I don't know..." His voice was quiet, contemplative. "I don't know about the future. I just know that right now, I want to stay with you."

Her arms tightened around him as she choked back another wave of tears. "Y-yeah... me too..."

She gathered herself a moment later and whispered in his ear, "I love you, Sebby."

Sebastian mumbled something unintelligible into her ear, his voice muffled.

Raising a brow, she tried to meet his eyes, but with his face hidden against her neck, she saw nothing. "Sorry, Sebby, c-could you repeat that?"

He mumbled again, this time his neck noticeably red. Her smile wavered as she leaned closer to catch his words.

When he finally repeated himself, her entire face turned scarlet. Breathing rapidly, she bit her lip and shyly "corrected" herself. "I love you, Husband."

Sebastian lifted his head, his cheeks as red as hers, and nodded stiffly. "Love you too, Wifey."

If it was possible, Acier's blush deepened further, and Sebastian wasn't faring much better.

—

When Sebastian and Acier joined the rest of the family for breakfast, arriving hand in hand with faint, tired smiles, Amara and Aurelia visibly relaxed, letting out a shared sigh of relief. Nathaniel, too, seemed to find a measure of peace, his tense shoulders loosening as he observed them.

—

June 17, 1603

Nicklaus lay weakly in bed, his furrowed brows and pallid complexion revealing his fragile state. His dull silver eyes shifted to the side, landing on Sebastian, who sat silently at his bedside, his posture rigid.

A wet, rattling cough wracked the old Duke's body, bringing up a mouthful of phlegm and dried blood. When the fit subsided, he spoke in a hoarse whisper, each word labored.

"I... thought... you... fixed... things... with... her... Why're... you... back... here?"

Sebastian wordlessly raised a hand forward, which began to glow faintly with a blue aura. He placed it firmly on Nicklaus's chest, and the old man's breath hitched as the refreshing, cool energy coursed through him, granting a moment's reprieve.

Nicklaus stared at him in disbelief, his eyes wide, as Sebastian answered, his tone indifferent and cold. "I'm her husband. She still loves you. So, despite how much I hate you, let's try to coexist—for her sake—in your final moments."

The old Duke blinked, then let out a weak chuckle. "I never thought the one to come to me first... would be an in-law."

Sebastian snorted, his lips twisting into a bitter smirk. "It shouldn't surprise you. You've hurt your actual family more times than I can count."

Nicklaus bit his lip but nodded faintly, the admission weighing on him. "You're right..."

He turned his gaze to the ceiling, his eyes clouded with distant regret. I couldn't face my wife. I shut my son out, and maybe I'd have abandoned him too if Acier hadn't been born. I turned my son's wife against him, against Acier. I screwed that girl over more times than I can count. And Aurelia... I was practically a ghost to her.

The old Duke exhaled shakily and tilted his head to meet Sebastian's ocean-blue eyes. His left arm trembled as he raised it, reaching toward Sebastian's face.

Before it could draw near, Sebastian swatted it away with a sharp backhand, his expression unflinching.

Nicklaus didn't react—neither physically nor emotionally. He simply lowered his arm, looking at Sebastian in silence.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, his tone laced with unbridled disdain and dismissal. "Don't misunderstand. I'm only coexisting with you until you die. I have no interest in making peace with the man who destroyed my family and tried to kill me."

The old Duke nodded with surprising nonchalance, his gaze drifting back to the ceiling. "Fair enough."

—

In the Silva Patriarch's office, Nathaniel sat motionless, his face devoid of expression as he watched the scene unfold through a transponder.

He snapped his fingers, and the image shifted.

The new scene displayed a dimly lit cellar dungeon. There, Nicklaus's chained and sealed grimoire hovered ominously above a pedestal. Something was different now—the grimoire's lower half was missing, the only remnants of its existence were flickers of motes of light.

Nathaniel's silver eyes flickered with a complex emotion he couldn't suppress. His jaw tightened, and his fingers dug into the armrests of his chair.

—

June 18, 1603

On their private terrace, Acier sat comfortably on Sebastian's lap, her hands gently threading through his silver hair while his arms encircled her waist.

Sebastian's gaze swept over her, examining her figure with close scrutiny. Perhaps it was partly due to pregnancy and partly the final stages of puberty, but Acier's body had changed noticeably since May. She had grown slightly taller, her figure fuller and more defined—especially her chest.

He nodded, satisfied. Those were signs of good health.

Acier, being Acier, couldn't resist breaking the moment. With a sly smile, she cupped her breasts with both hands and tilted her head playfully.

"Like what you see? Want to feel them? Don't be shy—my body belongs to you."

Sebastian stared at her blankly, unimpressed and unaffected, his expression devoid of the embarrassment or fluster she might have hoped for. Instead, he leaned closer and spoke softly.

"He might not make it to your next birthday. Are you going to see him?"

Her smile faltered, shrinking into a thin, pained line. She averted her gaze as she answered in a subdued tone.

"I don't know... I don't want him to look at me like he always does. I don't want my last memory of him to be like that."

Sebastian's brows furrowed as he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin.

"But most of your memories with him are already pretty bad. If you keep waiting, your last chance to change things will pass you by."

Acier bit her lip, her eyes glistening as she fought back tears. "I... just need a little more time..."

Sebastian kept his hand on her cheek, his gaze softening. "If you need me, I'll go with you."

A faint, bittersweet smile crept back onto Acier's face. "Thank you, Sebby... but I want to face him myself." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He nodded quietly, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her into a tight embrace. Acier sighed contentedly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

—

Later that evening, Sebastian sat at the edge of their bed, his face flushed crimson as he looked down, utterly bewildered. Acier knelt between his legs, her head bobbing steadily.

"W-what are you doing?!" he stammered, his voice cracking in shock.

With an audible pop, Acier released him, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

"Actions speak louder than words. I need to apologize to you properly."

Sebastian opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word out, her smile widened.

"Just sit back and let your wife show her appreciation, Husband."

And then she took him back into her mouth.

Sebastian's eyes went wide as he leaned back instinctively. W-what is this feeling?!

If Acier intended to "apologize," Sebastian wasn't entirely sure he felt it—especially when she left him trembling, gasping for air, and begging for water.

—

June 19, 1603

Three generations of Silva men sat together in oppressive silence, their expressions cold and unreadable.

Nicklaus lay on his bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. Beside him sat Sebastian and Nathaniel, his grandson-in-law and son, side by side. The silence stretched on for an hour before Sebastian rose to his feet and left without a word, the door shutting softly behind him.

As the faint echo of footsteps faded, Nicklaus turned his head weakly toward Nathaniel. His voice, soft and brittle, broke the stillness.

"Do you think... if I'd been more like him... things between your mother and me could've been salvageable?"

Nathaniel's vision blurred for a moment before he shrugged. "Mother was a goner. Nothing we could've done would've saved her... she was born with a weak physique."

Nicklaus bit his lip, frustration flickering in his tired eyes. "That's not what I'm asking about... and you know it."

Nathaniel clenched his fist, his jaw tightening. After a long sigh, he answered, "Mother didn't want the world, Father. She wanted your attention. And while I don't think you were wrong to spend her final days searching for a cure to the bitter end, if you'd been at her bedside while you did it... maybe she could've passed away peacefully."

Nicklaus closed his eyes as the words sank in, his head falling back against the pillow. "I see..."

After a moment of silence, his lips parted again, voice even weaker this time. "I wasn't just searching for a cure for her..."

Nathaniel stiffened, the air around them suddenly heavier. Nicklaus turned his sorrowful gaze toward his son. "How long do you have?"

Nathaniel's breath hitched, and he leaned back slightly, his hands slightly trembling. "H-how do you—"

"I've always known," Nicklaus interrupted with a faint, rueful smile. "You might look a lot like me, but in the end... you're your mother's son."

His eyes softened with regret as he repeated the question, "How long do you have?"

Nathaniel hesitated, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Four, maybe five years."

Nicklaus bit down on his lip, his frail hands clenching tightly. "I'm sorry... even to the very end, I couldn't find a cure..."

Nathaniel shook his head slowly. "Don't be. Everyone has their fate, and this is mine."

Nicklaus's watery gaze lingered on his son before shifting to the ceiling. "And what about Acier and Aurelia? The two of them, especially Acier, resemble your mother so much... have they inherited—"

"No," Nathaniel interrupted firmly. "I had Alden perform divinations on them at birth. If they do die young, it won't be from natural causes."

A sigh of relief escaped Nicklaus as his body relaxed. "So they'll live long, happy lives..."

Nathaniel's jaw tightened imperceptibly, his mind flashing to the concerned expression Pope Benedictus wore when watching Sebastian at Aurelia's last birthday celebration.

One word escaped his lips before he could think better of it. "Maybe..."

Nicklaus froze, his brow furrowing slightly, but he kept his mouth shut, letting the silence fall over them once more.

June 20, 1603

Acier, Amber, Aurelia, and Florian stood in a row, watching Sebastian with comical amusement.

In his arms, he held baby Fuegoleon, who was gleefully tugging on his cheeks. Meanwhile, perched on top of Sebastian's head like a queen on her throne was toddler Mereoleona. Her feral grin only grew as she grabbed fistfuls of his hair as though steering a bull by its horns.

Acier beamed at the sight. She hadn't seen Sebastian look this utterly defeated since the day she'd accidentally toppled his market stall.

Florian, however, showed some concern. Raising a tentative hand, he offered, "Would you like some help, Brother?"

Sebastian resolutely shook his head. "No, I can handle it."

Adjusting his grip, he cradled Fuegoleon more securely, the baby rewarding him with a pleased smile. Mereoleona, meanwhile, began bouncing enthusiastically on his head, treating it like her personal trampoline.

Sebastian bit his lip. If I can handle this little devil, I'll be ready for whatever my future kid throws at me.

He forced a strained smile, even as Mereoleona yanked his hair hard enough to twist his head. Her delighted cackling echoed across the terrace, but Sebastian's expression betrayed no joy.

That was until Mereoleona upped the ante. Her laughter grew louder as she infused her tiny hands with mana, and before anyone could stop her—she set his hair on fire.

Baby Fuegoleon's giggles turned into a look of sudden concern.

Sebastian blinked blankly. So did Acier.

Amber, Florian, and Aurelia dropped their jaws in unison.

And then all five of them burst into panicked chaos.

Sebastian fought every instinct to toss Fuegoleon aside and save himself, but Florian darted in, scooping the baby from his arms. At the same time, Aurelia plucked the cackling Mereoleona from his head.

Moving quickly, Sebastian activated his water magic, dousing his flaming hair with enough force to save what remained.

—

Comical tears streamed down Sebastian's face as he stared at himself in the mirror. The top of his head was scorched and nearly bald.

Acier stood beside him, patting his shoulders consolingly. "Don't worry, Sebby," she whispered. "It'll grow back quickly."

Sebastian wasn't sure how to tell her that it might not.

Lowering his gaze, he placed a hand gently on her stomach and whispered, "Please, be easier on Daddy than your cousin."

Acier's cheeks flushed, and she broke into a broad smile.

Fortunately for Sebastian, it seemed he hadn't drained as much life force as he feared when saving Acier's life. By the end of the month, his hair had grown back—none the worse for wear.

—

July 1, 1603

Sebastian was on edge all day. He didn't know why, but everywhere he went, Acier was right behind him, her gaze fixed on him with a predatory gleam.

She would lick her lips whenever they locked eyes, place her index finger in her mouth and bite her nail suggestively, or bite her lip and moan "Sebby" or "Husband" out of nowhere.

Sebastian was terrified.

Sebastian regretted not leaving for Kikka today.

That regret reached its peak that night, when Acier chained him to their bed and had her way with him.

Pregnant women, Sebastian concluded, are utterly insatiable.

—

July 2, 1603

Nicklaus turned his frail head to the side and parted his lips. "You don't have to be here, Aurelia. I don't deserve it."

The youngest Silva bit her lip, then whispered softly, "Goodbye, Grandfather."

Nicklaus teared up, nodding weakly. "Goodbye, Aurelia."

—

July 3, 1603

Nicklaus craned his head to the side, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry for everything, Amara... I nearly irreparably ruined your relationship with Nathaniel and Acier."

Amara Silva clenched her fists and bit her lip. "I'm also to blame... I let myself be led astray too easily. That wouldn't have happened if I didn't share some of the same thoughts and ideas as you."

Nicklaus nodded, forcing a faint smile. "Goodbye, Amara."

Amara's eyes stung as she nodded back. "Goodbye, Father."

—

July 4, 1603

Nicklaus turned his head weakly to the side. His voice was barely a whisper. "How much do you hate me?"

Sebastian crossed his arms and tilted his head. "A lot," he replied bluntly with a shrug.

Nicklaus bit his lip, his voice faltering. "What for, exactly?"

Sebastian blinked, then sighed. "I despise how you heartlessly put my family and the other branch families through that torture. But, at the same time, in some very sick way... I'm kind of glad for it."

Nicklaus' eyes widened as Sebastian continued.

"Because it revealed my parents' true nature. It made it clear they weren't worth loving or fussing over. Whatever affection I feel for them now is just a sliver of nostalgia for the blood bond we share—nothing more."

Sebastian's tone darkened. "What I truly hate you for is the abuse you put Acier through. But, in another twisted way, I'm thankful for that too."

Nicklaus' breath hitched as Sebastian chuckled self-deprecatingly. "If it wasn't for the hell you put either of us through, our paths might never have crossed. You starved her of friendship, and that pushed her toward me. For that, I'm grateful. Because I got to meet, befriend, love, and marry the woman of my dreams—something I wouldn't trade for anything."

Sebastian sighed. "If you hadn't done what you did, I'd still be living a peaceful life with my parents..." He paused, momentarily lost in thought. Aurora wouldn't have even been born, because they wouldn't have needed a 'replacement' for me. Snapping out of his internal mustang he continued: "... That happiness would've been a beautiful lie, but I wouldn't trade it for the life I have now with Acier."

Nicklaus bit his lip. "Even after how she treated you?"

"Especially after how she treated me," Sebastian corrected firmly.

Nicklaus' expression darkened with an intense heat in his eyes. "If it happens again—if she puts you through that again, or something even worse—could you still love her? Would you stay by her side?"

Sebastian paused, his face unreadable, before answering calmly. "As long as she'll have me, I'm here to stay."

Nicklaus clenched his frail fists, his nails digging into his palms as he hissed, "That's not healthy."

"Maybe," Sebastian relented with a nod, then shrugged carelessly. "But it's us."

Nicklaus hissed harder. "Do you think she'd do the same for you?"

Sebastian froze, then shook his head. "Doesn't matter. That will never happen—"

"Answer the question!" Nicklaus coughed hoarsely, his voice sharp.

Sebastian hesitated, then nodded weakly. "I wish I could say no."

Nicklaus sighed, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. He placed a trembling hand over his eyes. "Please, no matter what happens in the future... stay by her side."

Sebastian stood up casually. "I wasn't planning on going anywhere," he said, then wordlessly walked out of the room.

—

July 5, 1603

Acier placed a light hand on her stomach as she sat by Nicklaus' bedside. Her lavender irises locked with his withered silver eyes before the former Duke coughed hoarsely.

"I know it's far too late for apologies... but I'm sorry, Acier... for everything..."

Acier clenched her jaw. For the first time in her life, she could feel that her grandfather was truly looking at her—not projecting the shadow of her late grandmother, Acyer Silva, onto her.

This time, he wasn't searching for echoes of his wife. He was seeing her, as his granddaughter.

There were so many words she could have said, but Acier wasn't in the mood for them. Her eyes stung as she gave him a shaky smile.

"I love you, Grandpa... goodbye."

Nicklaus Silva's eyes stung in turn. He felt it was the most genuine and beautiful smile he had ever earned from her. Returning a shaky smile of his own, he nodded weakly.

"Goodbye, Acier."

—

On the night of July 6, 1603, Nicklaus Silva passed away at the age of 77.

—

July 7, 1603

The skies were clear, the summer morning fresh and beautiful, yet no joy could be found at the Silva estate. The funeral and burial of Nicklaus Silva had been completed with mechanical efficiency.

Visitors from across the aristocracy and royalty attended—many just for show, a few to offer heartfelt words of condolence. Pope Benedictus, an old comrade of Nicklaus, personally oversaw the service.

In the Silva private cemetery, Nathaniel stood silently before two graves: those of his mother and father.

The cemetery was empty, save for him and Sebastian, who stood quietly by his side. Aurelia, Amara, and Acier had gone inside an hour earlier, thanks to Sebastian's urging. He had chosen to stay behind with his father-in-law.

Nathaniel stood motionless in front of the graves until the afternoon sun cast long shadows. Finally, he broke his silence, speaking softly into the still air.

"He was a jerk. A coward. A thief. A manipulator. A real piece of shit and an all-around bastard—but he was still my father. My dad. And so I loved him."

Sebastian stayed silent as Nathaniel continued.

"I loved him so much I let him get away with so much more: manipulating my wife, screwing over my eldest, ghosting my youngest, torturing the branch families I swore to protect as Lord Silva—and yours included."

Sebastian bit his lip but said nothing.

Nathaniel turned to him suddenly. Sebastian stiffened. He had seen Nathaniel red-eyed before, but he had never seen him cry. Now, Nathaniel's eyes glistened as he slowly knelt before Sebastian, startling him.

"F-Father?!" Sebastian stammered, his eyes widening.

Nathaniel placed his hands on Sebastian's shoulders, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry for what happened to your family. I'm sorry for what happened to your sister."

Sebastian froze as a jolt of disbelief coursed through him. His jaw slackened. "Y-you know about m-my unborn sister?"

Nathaniel nodded weakly and whispered, "Few things happen on this land—on this estate—without me being informed. Your parents never hid your mother's pregnancy. It's just that... to most people, they were nobodies. It was never newsworthy."

Sebastian's eyes stung. He clenched his fists and managed a weak nod. "I see."

Nathaniel chewed on his lip before speaking. "That fateful day, they stopped by the main castle looking for a doctor. I felt a bit guilty about the consequences of my father's actions and my own, so I ordered one of our medical staff to check on your mother. I—I never thought they would do something so extreme just because that child was a girl."

Tears dripped from Sebastian's eyes as he shivered and trembled, his fist tightening further as he hoarsely repeated, "I see."

Nathaniel bit his lip. "Do you hate me?"

Sebastian paused, then shook his head. "I-I don't..." His voice broke as he answered truthfully.

Nathaniel flashed him a bittersweet smile and slowly stood. He froze mid-motion as Sebastian hesitantly wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Nathaniel's pupils dilated, his breath catching. Then Sebastian's voice broke through the moment, low and heartfelt.

"Dad... let's just move on from this. Let's focus on my wife and your future grandchild... alright?"

Nathaniel teared up. Slowly, he hugged Sebastian back and nodded. "Alright."

A moment passed before Nathaniel whispered softly, "Do you want to add your sister to the family registry—"

Sebastian shook his head. "No point in digging up old wounds and causing future problems. She was real to me... and that's all that matters."

Nathaniel nodded again, his expression heavy with understanding.

—

July 8, 1603

Sebastian blinked at the mountain of paperwork, textbooks, reading materials, folders, files, and more placed in front of him. He looked up blankly at Acier, who was beaming at him while standing beside Nathaniel, who was seated at his desk.

Sebastian weakly parted his lips. "F-Father... Acier, what's all this for...?"

Acier twirled her hair and cocked her head. "What do you mean, Sebby? You've married me, the heiress of this house, and as such, you've asserted your place as its future patriarch. It's time for you to learn how to lead a royal house."

Sebastian blinked again and turned his head to Nathaniel. "Please tell me this is some kind of joke."

Nathaniel shook his head indifferently.

Sebastian bit his lip and turned back to Acier with a forced smile. "What happened to not needing a man to lead? What happened to proving to the world that a woman can lead House Silva?"

Acier smiled even brighter. "I'm fine with it if that man is you."

Sebastian stared blankly, taken aback by her nonchalant dismissal of her previous life goals. He suppressed his sarcastic thoughts as Acier continued with a sly smile, rubbing her hand over her ever-so-slightly bumping stomach.

"I'd rather spend my time as a magic knight or making babies."

Nathaniel's eyebrow twitched, and his expression darkened.

Sebastian felt his throat dry as his smile began to falter. "How many babies...?"

Acier licked her lips. "We're only about to turn 17, and I heard it's not impossible to get pregnant even at 50. I'll give you some rest in between—30 isn't much to ask for, right, Husband?"

Sebastian felt a painful clench in his groin as cold sweat ran down the back of his neck.

He looked down at the mountain of paperwork and suddenly found it more appealing and interesting.

—

That night, Acier forced him to make love with her again. When he asked why, she said she'd heard it was possible to get pregnant while already pregnant, and they shouldn't waste their youth.

Sebastian felt his youth slipping away each time she squeezed out his vital essence.

—

July 9, 1603

Life had become hectic for Sebastian. He had a pregnant wife to please—a woman prone to very sexual mood swings—patients to care for in Kikka, and lessons to undergo to learn how to manage a royal house.

His doctor's license and exam had been put on the backburner.

Even when he tried to sneak in some late-night studying for the exam, Acier wouldn't allow it. She would catch him and declare that if he was going to be awake that late, he might as well make himself useful and do something "actually productive."

Then she'd drag him to bed for another "intense workout."

Sebastian was utterly exhausted, perpetually sleepy, and constantly dehydrated.

—

July 20, 1603

Sebastian pressed his ear gently against Acier's stomach, a soft smile tugging at his lips. She sat at the edge of their bed, running her fingers fondly through his hair.

"What are you listening for, Sebby?" she asked with an amused smile.

Sebastian looked up, his expression warm and cheerful. "The little one's heart should be developing around now... I'm listening for their pulse."

Acier raised a brow, chuckling. "Isn't it a bit early for that?"

Sebastian nodded but continued rubbing her stomach lovingly, the gesture causing her heart to race. "Even so, I want the little one to know their daddy is right here—with them and mommy."

Acier blinked, her expression softening for a fleeting moment—before she pointed firmly at the bed.

"Strip and get on. Now."

Sebastian froze, his cheerful smile faltering. He stood up with a tremble, tears streaming down his face like a virgin maiden as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "P-please... just be gentle."

Acier licked her lips, her gaze predatory. "No promises."

—

July 27, 1603

The lead doctor of House Silva removed his glowing hand from Acier's stomach, his grimoire returning to the satchel slung at his side.

Sebastian sat close to Acier, his hand wrapping around hers as he leaned forward anxiously. "Sir, what's the verdict?"

The doctor gave a calm nod. "The baby is perfectly healthy and maturing as expected, Young Lord and Young Lady. You've officially reached the end of the first trimester."

The couple smiled in relief, but Sebastian leaned in further, barely suppressing his excitement. "And...?"

Acier followed his lead, leaning in eagerly as well. The old doctor chuckled in fond amusement before continuing.

"Don't quote me on this, but the child will likely be male."

Sebastian fist-pumped in joy, unable to contain himself.

Acier, who was about to do the same, froze mid-motion and furrowed her brow. "Why are you so excited? Is there something wrong with a girl?"

Sebastian stopped celebrating immediately and looked at her with deadpan seriousness. "If they're anything like you, then yes."

Acier blinked, her expression flat.

She turned stiffly toward the rest of the family, who had been quietly observing the interaction. Their awkward glances only made the tension more palpable.

Forcing a strained smile, Acier fixed her gaze on Nathaniel. "Daddy, now that you know the gender, it's time for you to start thinking about names."

Nathaniel froze, pointing at himself in disbelief. "Y-you want me to name the boy?"

Acier's smile brightened. "Of course! I told you about this years ago, right? Did you think I was joking?"

Nathaniel blinked, unsure of how to respond. How could he admit that he'd thought she'd been bluffing about the whole early-pregnancy discussion? Still hesitant, he was about to shake his head when Sebastian stepped in.

"We'd be honored for you to name our baby, Father," Sebastian said with a warm smile.

Nathaniel froze again, his eyes shifting from Sebastian's soft, encouraging smile to Acier's expectant beam, Amara's excited grin, and Aurelia's jealous pout. His face turned slightly red as he nodded awkwardly.

"I-I understand... I'll pick out a good one."

Sebastian and Acier's smiles widened even further, radiating satisfaction.

—

August 5, 1603

"Paw," Sebastian said simply, holding out his hand.

Baby Fuegoleon, wearing a tiny birthday hat, grabbed it and shook with a cheerful smile.

Amber's expression darkened like a storm cloud as she forced an anything-but-sweet smile. "Sebastian, please don't treat my baby boy like a dog."

Sebastian laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, while Acier chuckled from her seat, a slice of cake in one hand and her other resting on her now noticeable bump. "Lighten up, Amber. Sebby's just trying to learn how to deal with a baby boy."

Sebastian flushed crimson, prompting Acier's grin to widen. Her gaze drifted across the room to Ignatius, whose blank, tired face said he'd seen too much today. Meanwhile, Mereoleona hung from her father's neck like a monkey, gnawing happily on his head.

Florian and Aurelia seemed thoroughly entertained by the chaos.

Acier turned back to Amber, absently rubbing her stomach, her tone curious and slightly concerned. "Is it true that giving birth hurts?"

Amber shrugged nonchalantly. "Like a bitch."

Acier's cheerful expression faltered, while Amber smirked mischievously. She waved a hand dismissively. "Relax, Acier. You're a strong girl—you can handle one birth."

A beat passed before Amber shot a dark glare across the room at Ignatius, who stiffened like a guilty man on trial. "Unlike some people, who recklessly knock up their wife again right after she's given birth."

Acier blinked. Suddenly, her grand plan for 30 children seemed... ambitious.

Meanwhile, Sebastian stared at Amber, his eyes glistening with admiration, as if he'd just found his savior. Amber raised a brow at him, her face filled with confusion.

—

August 15, 1603

Rattle! Rattle!

Sebastian gently shook the toy in front of Acier's stomach, a wide smile lighting up his face. "Look what Daddy got you, Baby!"

Acier laughed, resting a hand on her bump. "Sebby, it's your birthday. You're the one who's supposed to be getting gifts."

Sebastian leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her stomach, making her face flush scarlet. Looking up at her lovingly, he whispered, "This is my gift."

Acier's cheeks reddened further as her husband turned back to her stomach, holding up the rattle again. "Come on, Baby. I know you can hear me—give me a sign!"

Acier laughed, shaking her head. "Sebby, come on. Leave the little one alone—ow!"

The rattle tumbled from Sebastian's hand as his head snapped up in concern. "Are you okay—"

"No, I'm not okay!" Acier cut him off, tears welling in her eyes as she glared daggers at him. Her voice dripped with venom. "Because of your wise-ass antics, this little devil is kicking! Ow!"

Clutching her stomach, Acier winced, muttering soothing words in vain as the kicks only intensified. Her expression darkened with each passing moment until her crimson glare locked onto Sebastian, a promise of wrath written all over her face.

Sebastian swallowed hard, hastily placing a cool, steady hand on her stomach to calm the life within. The kicking subsided as he let out a breath of relief, looking up at her weakly.

"H-Happy birthday to me...?"

Without a word, Acier flicked him with her finger, sending him crashing through the wall.

—

August 31, 1603

Acier wasn't exactly subtle about what she wanted for her birthday. She made her desires clear, and Sebastian, without any choice in the matter, obliged. She lay back on their bed, perfectly at ease, while he moved around her carefully, making love to her with painstaking attention to avoid touching her growing belly.

—

September 3, 1603

Acier sat blissfully on a rocking chair, her hands cradling her stomach as a peaceful smile graced her lips. Beside her, Sebastian sat on a stool, flipping through a picture book and speaking tenderly to the life growing in her womb.

"Long ago," he began, his voice soft but animated, "a race of evil, demonic beings lived in this world. They sought to claim the world and its magic for themselves."

His hand rested gently on Acier's stomach, prompting her to smile down at him lovingly as he continued.

"The strongest among them used forbidden magic to transform into a demon of unimaginable power... and tried to exterminate humanity."

Their baby boy seemed to react to the story, tiny kicks thudding against Acier's belly. Before she could wince, Sebastian's hands began to glow blue, easing her discomfort and calming the baby's excitement.

Smiling, Sebastian carried on, "The one who stood against him, vanquishing the demon at the cost of his own life, was crowned the first Wizard King. His noble sacrifice earned the kingdom's eternal gratitude."

"The four leaves of a Clover represent faith, hope, love, and luck, and just like the First Wizard King, we should all strive to live up to that name."

He closed the book and knelt before Acier, placing a gentle kiss on her stomach. She flushed at the gesture, her cheeks reddening as he looked up with a warm smile.

"Understand, Son?"

The baby kicked again, and both parents beamed at each other, their expressions mirroring the shared joy in their hearts.

Sebastian rested his head lightly against her stomach as Acier ran her fingers through his hair. But when he looked up at her, his expression was troubled, his brow furrowed ever so slightly.

"Something wrong, Sebby?" she asked, raising a brow in curiosity.

He frowned, hesitating before he spoke. "I don't know... I've never felt this way before, but for some reason, that story really rubbed me the wrong way."

Acier's smile didn't falter, though her curiosity deepened. "Which part?"

Sebastian chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "The part about them being all demonic and evil."

She continued stroking his hair, her voice calm and reassuring. "Why?"

"I'm not sure," he said with a shrug, his frown deepening. "It just doesn't sit right with me."

Acier nodded softly, her voice gentle. "Then don't read that story to our baby anymore. Pick another."

Sebastian blinked, surprised by her simple suggestion, before his face broke into a broad smile. Standing up, he leaned down to give her a quick peck on the lips. "You're right. Thank you, Wifey."

Acier's cheeks turned pink as she shyly nodded. "N-No problem, Husband."

—

September 17, 1603

Acier winced slightly, her hands cradling her stomach as she muttered with exasperation and fondness, "This little one is getting more active by the day, kicking his poor mommy at every turn."

Sebastian stood behind her, massaging her shoulders gently. Leaning down, he nuzzled her neck, pressing soft kisses to her skin, causing her to tilt her head back in bliss.

He chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "His ears should be fully functioning by now. He can hear everything around him—it's normal for him to be this excited."

Acier smiled, patting her belly tenderly. "I'm still waiting for him to have a name. I'd like to call him something other than 'little one.'" Her voice shifted into a frustrated mutter. "Honestly, why is Father taking so long to come up with one?"

Sebastian kissed her cheek, his tone affectionate as he teased, "Cut him some slack. You know how socially awkward he is. Rumor has it he's been tearing through the library, combing through countless books to find the 'perfect' name for his grandson."

Acier laughed, her exasperation melting into amusement. "That sounds just like him."

—

September 29, 1603

Sebastian and Acier stood in their bedroom, admiring their work with shared delight. Their room had been transformed, featuring an ornate white crib placed carefully beside their bed. A soft rug lay beneath it, and a small mountain of toys—most of them delicate and extravagantly expensive—completed the cozy nursery corner.

Sebastian placed a loving hand on Acier's stomach, his voice tender as he spoke. "No rush, Son. Take your time to come out healthy and strong. Mommy and Daddy will play with you all you want when you're ready."

Acier's eyes suddenly filled with tears, her emotions overwhelming her. Turning to Sebastian, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his chest as he embraced her in return.

"I l-love you so much..." she sobbed, her voice cracking.

Sebastian pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "I love you too."

As Acier wiped her tears on his shoulder, she bit her lip, her thoughts swirling. I can't believe I was willing to give this up. I'm never letting go... ever again.

Sebastian, unaware of her inner monologue, smiled fondly. I can't believe I was ever scared of being a father... This is the happiest time of my life.

—

October 16, 1603

The nobility of the Clover Kingdom buzzed with excitement at the grand announcement: Elara Kira had given birth to Lux's son, the heir to House Kira, who had been named Damnatio.

A celebration was quickly organized, but the Silvas and Vermillions didn't bother to attend, pointedly ignoring both Lux and House Kira, offering not the slightest acknowledgement.

It didn't seem they were missing much. Strangely, neither Elara nor Damnatio made an appearance. Lux had excused their absence, stating that Elara needed rest after giving birth and that the child was with his mother.

The explanation made sense, but rumors swirled among the attendees. Something about the situation felt... off.

—

October 28, 1603

As Acier's stomach grew even larger, she officially reached the end of her second trimester. Sebastian, however, couldn't shake a lingering sense of unease. Everything seemed to be moving faster than expected.

Although it wasn't unheard of for some to give birth at seven or even six months, Sebastian silently prayed Acier would carry their baby for the full nine months, the full forty weeks, ensuring both she and their child remained as healthy as possible.

—

November 5, 1603

Acier's pregnancy had been a journey, with each trimester bringing its own challenges.

During the first trimester, she'd been plagued by sudden bouts of vomiting and urination, often without warning. In the second, she found herself battling constant itchiness, dizziness, swollen hands and feet, and headaches, even as her energy levels surprisingly improved.

Now, in the third trimester, she faced frequent heartburn and shortness of breath. Though perfectly normal, these symptoms filled Sebastian with panic every time they occurred. Nights were often sleepless, not because of his own restlessness, but because Acier's pained expressions kept him on edge.

He felt deeply grateful for his abilities as a healer, which allowed him to ease her discomfort almost instantly. Seeing her relief brought him a profound sense of calm.

Still, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Ignatius, a mage with no healing abilities. Sebastian often wondered how Ignatius had managed when Amber was pregnant, especially during her infamous mood swings.

—

November 12, 1603

A soft lantern glow illuminated the darkened room, its light casting gentle shadows over Sebastian as he sat at the coffee table, working through estate paperwork. The quiet of the night was broken only by the occasional rustle of paper.

Sebastian's gaze drifted toward the bed, where Acier lay sprawled across the entire space, sleeping peacefully. A fond smile crossed his lips as he set aside his work and stood.

He approached her, sitting gently by her side. Running a hand tenderly through her hair, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

Acier stirred, smiling faintly in her sleep as she murmured, "Sebby... I love you..."

Sebastian's cheeks flushed, but his smile grew brighter. "Love you too," he whispered.

Turning his attention to her rounded belly, he placed a gentle kiss there as well. "You too, baby. Daddy's waiting for you."

There was no response, no kick this time. Just like his mother, their son seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

—

November 26, 1603

"I'm home," Sebastian announced, stepping into the living room with a warm smile.

Acier was seated comfortably on the center couch, flanked protectively by her mother, Amara, and her sister, Aurelia.

"Welcome back, Sebby," Acier greeted, tapping her lips with a teasing gesture.

Sebastian hesitated, his cheeks flushing red, but he mustered his courage and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her lips—right in front of her family.

Amara watched the scene with a fond smile, while Aurelia wasted no time teasing him mercilessly.

Meanwhile, in his office, Nathaniel observed the moment through his transponder. His expression was a complex mix of warmth and unease, a foreboding feeling settling over him.

From that day forward, Nathaniel secretly increased Sebastian's security detail, ensuring guards trailed him discreetly wherever he went.

—

December 5, 1603

A black-haired boy, his face twisted into a perverse smile, strolled leisurely through Saint Luminous Basilica. Strangely, none of the guards, priests, or other servants of faith paid him any attention as he made his way toward the papal office.

Without hesitation or decorum, the boy pushed open the grand doors and stepped inside.

Pope Benedictus knelt piously before the Primeval Cross, his hands clasped tightly in prayer. He did not turn around, but his expression turned cold and somber as he addressed the intruder. "What is it you want, blasphemer?"

The boy's smile widened as he stepped closer. "Don't do anything foolish, Benedictus. With angels unable to descend and no true gods walking this world right now, there's no one to protect you if I'm angry."

The Pope slowly opened his eyes, his expression unwavering as he spoke calmly. "At the end of the day, it's merely death. I don't fear it."

The boy chuckled darkly, his tone mocking. "If I will it, you won't even get the release of death."

Still, Benedictus remained unmoved. He clutched his hands tighter in prayer. "So be it. As a servant of God, as one blessed by the Almighty, if I am unwilling to endure such an end, I am unworthy of my station."

The boy crouched down in front of the Pope, his grin turning sharp. "That might be true for you, but what about your friends, your fellow believers? Their families, their loved ones? Are they as willing to suffer?" He let out a low chuckle. "Think carefully before you make a stupid decision."

Benedictus met the boy's gaze with an expression of pity, his resolve unshaken. "People like you never meet a good end, child. It's not too late to repent and return to God."

The boy sneered, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood and turned away. "I'd rather die than submit to That One. Humans should kneel to no one."

With a low, mocking chortle, the boy disappeared into the shadows.

As silence returned, Benedictus let out a weary sigh. He turned back to the cross and resumed his silent prayer.

—

December 11, 1603

Acier lay silently on their bed, her hand moving fondly through Sebastian's hair. He knelt at her bedside, one hand resting gently on her stomach and the other on her forehead.

"I love both of you," Sebastian whispered.

Acier's face lit up with a bright, radiant smile, and as if in response, the baby in her womb kicked.

—

December 17, 1603

In the world between worlds, the hooded Angel of Death paused mid-step. A soul drifted in front of him, shimmering faintly before taking form as Alden Arcana, the 26th Wizard King.

Alden parted his lips to speak, his voice soft and uncertain. "What will happen to that child?"

Azrael, the Angel of Death, spun his scythe indifferently, his voice emanating cold and monotone, yet with an undercurrent of affection and love.

"God's salvation extends to all that lives. One day, the light will shine on him again."

Alden bit his lip, his shoulders sagging as he let out a resigned sigh. "But the light doesn't need to stop shining on him—not even for a moment."

Azrael remained silent, his expression unreadable beneath the hood.

Alden's tone grew polite yet pressing as he asked, "Are you capable of stopping this?"

Azrael gave a single nod.

Alden's voice softened into a plea. "Will you? Can you?"

Azrael shook his head slowly. "My domain is death and the fallen. No more, no less."

"But life and death intertwine," Alden pressed, desperation creeping into his words.

Azrael did not respond.

Letting out another heavy sigh, Alden's form dissolved back into an orb-like soul, floating silently away.

—

December 29, 1603

In the pale light of early morning, Sebastian strode purposefully toward Kikka. His steps faltered as his transponder began to glow, buzzing insistently in his satchel.

Raising a brow, he pulled it out and answered with a calm, "Yes—"

"Brother!" Aurelia's anxious voice cut him off, her words rushing out before he could respond. "Sister's water broke! She's going into labor!"

Sebastian froze in place, his heart lurching.

Without hesitation, he spun on his heel and broke into a sprint, racing back toward the castle. His mind whirled with panic, his teeth sinking into his lip.

Shit, shit—it's only been eight months!

Author's Notes:

[1] The story Sebastian was reading, is based on the first panels of Chapter 69 in the manga, where Noelle recounted the story her grandmother used to tell her as a child

[2] Feel free to join the discord: https://discord.gg/s3MME8X8ar