Oh No, Am I Going to Be a Dad?

Before long, Zenith got up humming a little tune, while Lilia emerged from the bedroom looking exhausted and began helping Zenith prepare breakfast.

"Good morning, Young Master."

"Good morning, Lilia."

Rudy passed through the hallway, greeting Lilia with sparkling energy.

"Lilia, you don't look too well today. Are you sick?"

A flicker of panic passed through Lilia's pupils behind her glasses.

"I didn't sleep well last night. Thank you for your concern, Young Master."

Rudy blinked and brushed past her.

Just then, Allen came down from the second floor bare-chested, with a towel draped over his body. Droplets of water still clung to his hair.

"Morning, you two."

Hearing Allen's voice, Zenith poked her head out of the kitchen. She pressed her hands together apologetically and said,

"Morning, Allen. Sorry, Paul was a little angry yesterday, so he hit you a bit hard! I checked your neck, and there was nothing wrong, but it looked like you wouldn't wake up anytime soon, so we brought you back here. But you still had bloodstains on you, and we couldn't exactly bathe you, so we just laid out a mattress and put you on the floor. Paul also told me last night that he wanted to properly thank you when he got up today. Apologize, I mean. He should be getting up any moment now."

Allen squinted at her radiant face, the muscles at the corner of his eyes twitching involuntarily.

Ma'am, if you really feel sorry, then I suggest you sleep at night instead of playing ball loudly enough to disturb the neighbors. And you clearly said thank him just now!

Still, I should be the one thanking you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known Detoxification Magic could be used like that. Seriously, that was amazing.

"It's fine. Rudy and the others got poisoned because of me, after all. By the way, did Uncle Rolls take Sylphy home yesterday? Uh... was he angry?"

Zenith blinked.

"No. He just looked a little helpless. But it seemed like he had a very good impression of you and Rudy! He even asked me to tell you not to feel too guilty, and said he hoped you would look after Sylphy more in the future."

Allen could not help scratching his head.

"That's only natural. It's good that he wasn't angry."

Meanwhile, Rudy was left slightly dazed by their conversation.

So Paul taught Allen a lesson yesterday? He actually got knocked unconscious. When did he make that shrine? In the middle of the night? Allen looks a little tired. He kept my secret and even made me a shrine... Surprisingly, he's a really good guy. Yeah, I have to find a chance to repay him.

Knock, knock, knock!

Urgent knocking suddenly rang out from outside.

Allen looked at the door in surprise, exchanging glances with the equally startled others.

"I'll get it."

Unexpectedly, the person outside was a somewhat petite young married woman with a very nice figure. She tucked the hair beside her forehead behind her ear and looked through the doorway with the corners of her eyes slightly raised.

But when she saw that the one opening the door was not the burly knight she had expected, but a stranger she had never seen before, she froze. Then her gaze quickly swept across Allen's rugged features, traveling from his neck to his sturdy trapezius muscles before darting down to his chest.

Then she quietly pinched her nose.

"Where's Paul? And who are you?"

Allen blinked and searched his memories, but he still could not match the woman before him with any named character from the novel's early years.

Allen subconsciously brushed back his damp hair, frowned, and asked,

"May I ask who you are—"

Before he could finish, Allen froze. He tilted his head slightly toward the figure beside the woman.

It was the little chubby boy she had intimidated yesterday, who was now looking at him with an awkward expression.

No?! This plot seems to be—

Instant Quest: The Temptation of a Big Rack, issued.

Mrs. Somal liked Paul's muscular body and was always finding excuses to seek his attention. At this moment, you have gained Mrs. Somal's attention. Compared to Paul's twenty-five-year-old body in his prime, your sturdy physique at around ten years old seems to have a unique flavor of its own.

Quest Reminder: Zenith often complained inwardly about this woman's harassing behavior. Now is a good opportunity for you to repay the Detoxification Rune.

Reward: If handled properly, you may further gain Zenith's favor and receive 2 participation points. At the same time, you may also gain a wonderful married woman.

Go, Host! How could you possibly not want a blonde thug?

Allen had no time to deal with the system, which had obviously come out not to issue a quest but to tease him. He only stared blankly at the awkward little chubby boy in front of him, his expression gradually stiffening.

Because...

He remembered what he had said to the kid yesterday.

"If she's a demon, then I'm your dad."

Oh no, this was bad.

It looked like he was about to become a dad.

Seeing Allen's stunned expression as he stared at her child, Mrs. Somal instantly understood that this rugged, handsome boy was the culprit who had bullied her son.

The corners of her lips curled into a subtle smile, but then she furrowed her brows and spoke to Allen in a low voice.

"So you're the one who bullied Somal? You're quite impressive, huh~ Using your height and age to bully a child?"

Allen blankly glanced at the big rack staring back at him with interest. No, I'm too tall, so the big-rack element is gone. Damn it, what am I even thinking about?!

He hurriedly looked again at Somal, who had lowered his head and was completely speechless, and anger surged up in him.

"Don't just stand there! Did I bully you? Say something!"

Somal jerked, shrank his head back, and lowered it even further.

Allen was dumbfounded.

Seeing Allen like this, Mrs. Somal's eyes lit up. She grabbed the dazed Allen by the ear and dragged him outside.

"You still dare say you didn't bully him? Come back with me and explain yourself. Somal's father passed away early, and I can't just let people bully my child."

The high-ranking Water God Style Swordsman, captured by a widow's ear-tugging attack of light, felt like life was no longer worth living.

Your Somal is the one who bullies people! And why did a widow buff get stacked on top of this? Danger, danger, danger! Save me, save me, Brother Paul, save me!

"Wait!"

Allen's eyes lit up as he looked toward Rudy, who had hurried outside.

I knew you were dependable, kid! I didn't go out in the middle of the night to make you a shrine for nothing. Hurry up.

"Mrs. Somal, could you let him come back before noon? He has Swordsmanship Class this afternoon."

Rudy gave a perfect bow, polite to the extreme. He lifted his face slightly and winked at Allen.

I didn't expect the chance to repay his kindness to come so perfectly! With Allen's skills, there's no way Mrs. Somal could grab him by the ear, right? So Allen must be doing this on purpose! Mm-hmm~ I never thought you, Allen, with those thick eyebrows and big eyes, were this kind of person. But everyone has their own special preferences. Since I've accepted you as my little big brother, it's only natural that I help you solve your troubles!

Allen: ????

"Wait!"

At that moment, Paul finally arrived late. Allen looked at him as if he were seeing a savior.

Paul, you are my god!

But before Allen's god could even step out the door and say a word with his mouth open, Rudy hurriedly shoved him back through the doorway.

As the door slammed shut, Allen, Mrs. Somal, and Somal himself all fell silent.

The gentle breeze of late spring passed over Allen's body. He stiffly turned his head toward Mrs. Somal, who was squinting as she eyed his upper body from the side, and felt his heart turn ice-cold.