Chapter 45
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: The Lady Who Wants to Make a Baby (15)
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I was a bit flustered at first, but the sheer absurdity of it all made me burst out laughing in the end.
"Young Lady. What did you say?"
"...Everyone will find out. What you and I did."
"Why would you do that? To put me in a tough spot? Blackmail me?"
Dia pondered for a moment.
The very fact that she was thinking it over meant she wasn't trying to corner me just to make me squirm.
I waited quietly for her answer, and soon enough, Dia gave it.
"If I do that... then everyone will know we're dating, right? That way, you can't back out..."
Of course. I let out a little more laughter, utterly dumbfounded, relief washing over my face.
She wants a baby. Yeah, I get the determination.
But this lady seemed completely clueless about how to set up a situation in her favor or persuade someone to get the outcome she wanted.
In a way, it was only natural.
In a warped family where all the benefits flowed to Abera de Menesil, what could she have possibly learned? At best, how to watch her sister's moods.
So, the key from here was what I could do for Dia.
A baby? Sure, I could make one. Responding to the plea she was clinging to.
But that wouldn't solve the root problem.
Besides, we had some leisurely time on our hands right now, along with a stack of educational books. I figured I'd use this to help Dia grow.
"Dia, Young Lady."
"Yeah."
Fortunately, Dia was paying close attention to my words. Praying we weren't talking past each other entirely, I pressed on.
"How many people in the world do you think would cheer for a romance between a personal physician and a noble lady?"
"Love is beautiful, so of course people would support it..."
"No. There are loves that get condemned by others. That's why love is hard. It looks beautiful in your eyes, but not always in theirs."
I cut her off firmly, continuing sternly.
But today's Dia seemed sincere. She pushed back just as earnestly.
"I can't keep living for everyone else's approval forever."
Only then did I pinpoint the odd feeling I'd had—Dia was parroting something she'd heard somewhere.
She'd only read three novels so far, at most. I asked.
"Where did you learn to say that? Was it in a novel?"
"No."
"Then who told you?"
"...Sua did. She's my friend."
Just as I suspected.
No wonder she seemed fine despite my worries—Sua's goal had been to close the psychological gap with Dia. That's what hit me.
"Did you decorate the room by yourself?"
"With Sua."
A room decorated with Sua. She'd said Sua hung the strings from the ceiling too, and the baby-making idea was no doubt hers as well.
"...Ganeghan. I want... to make a baby."
Sorry to urge me on like that, Dia, but my answer had to be no.
Especially with Sua lurking in the background. An idea straight from her head? Of course I'd be on high alert.
Telling her to make a baby meant she knew exactly what had gone down between Dia and me.
From a maid's perspective, cheering Dia on like that would plant hopes that the other servants might support her too if they found out.
But reality was far from that. Make a baby? Put another way, the moment we did, she'd have her opening. I had no intention of falling for such a shallow trick.
"No. Making a baby is something even couples save for the very end."
"We're dating."
"No. That's something we need to think about more too..."
"What?!"
I'd answered carelessly while mulling over Sua, and Dia shuddered, shouting.
It wasn't wrong, exactly. But it wasn't the best response either—I winced inwardly.
Dia lunged at me right away.
"We are! We're dating!!"
She tried to knock me over. But there was no way I'd budge to her strength.
I groaned in distress, struggling to calm her down.
"Young Lady. Calm down."
"What am I to you? You said it felt good back then too!"
"That's not the issue..."
"What does that make me, thinking we've been dating this whole time!!!"
I let out a deep sigh.
Then I grabbed her arms tight so she couldn't swing at me anymore and said,
"I misspoke. We are dating."
"Y-yeah, right? Why didn't you just say it straight!"
Tears were already welling up in Dia's eyes by then.
"I must be a little tired. Calm down first."
"Then the baby... the babyyy..."
"Yes. We'll just make one. Right now."
"R-really?!"
"Yes."
I nodded.
No choice now but to pull out the last resort.
"Hic, h-huh, hiiing... Ganeghan."
"Yes, Young Lady."
"Eut.... Is this really how babies are made...?"
"Of course. Why, having second thoughts now?"
"It's haaard..."
"No can do."
"Huuuh..."
Against a backdrop of silence, there we were on the bed.
Not having sex, though.
The lady with beige hair and beautiful pink eyes was currently reading an educational book on the bed, following my guidance.
A marriageable-age lady diligently focusing on her book—whoever saw it would be awed by her beauty and praise the scene.
If someone painted it just like this, it'd belong in a museum.
But the subject herself looked utterly exhausted.
"This isn't how I thought babies were made.... Hing."
"Building culture is essential for making a baby. Without it, postpartum depression hits hard during pregnancy, leading to preterm birth or low birth weight."
"I just want a baby that looks just like you, Ganeghan..."
"And you want that baby to grow up smart and proper, don't you? No more chit-chat. Read."
"Huiiing...."
Dia sniffled and wailed like she was dying, but she never stopped moving her eyes or turning the pages.
It was commendable, and exactly what I'd hoped for.
Dia was innocent because she knew so little—easily swayed by others, in the worst light. That was my conclusion.
Sua had figured that out, approached her, and started gaslighting to slowly back her into a corner.
Thankfully, that was handled. I'd convinced Abera to ship Sua off far away.
And I decided to 'use' that same trait in Dia.
For good, of course.
By cheerfully agreeing to make a baby, I'd naturally guide her through experiences that built her up culturally.
'But what if she picks it up too fast?'
...Then I'd have to actually get her pregnant, as promised.
'No way.'
I shook my head vigorously.
Nah, no chance. She barely knew anything yet.
There was no way Dia would master all this quickly enough to have my baby.
To get pregnant, she'd have to absorb every bit of culture before Abera returned—an impossible feat.
I chuckled at my own absurdity. Ridiculous thought.
"Ganeghaaan..."
"Yes. Ask about anything you don't get."
"When do you cum inside me? Hmm...?"
"At the very end. Only if you nail everything."
"Hiiiing...."
Dia sniffled on, reading steadily.
I gazed at the teary-eyed lady.
Her eyes darted back and forth rapidly—one of two things: skimming roughly, or flipping past what she didn't grasp.
Educational books were tough by nature. You could skim novels, hit key scenes, and still follow the plot, but miss one thing here, and it blocks understanding at crucial points.
'Read like that, and you'll need ten more passes.'
Yeah, exactly.
No way I'd actually have to impregnate Dia.
That's what I genuinely thought back then.