Very soon, Milly finished washing up.
It was just a quick rinse—didn’t take much time at all.
There was still a faint fragrance lingering on her body, making Milly feel a little lost.
She dried herself with a towel and took out the undergarments she’d prepared in advance: to guard against Felusa going overboard, Milly had readied several extra sets.
Putting on her underwear and robe, she tidied her hair in front of the mirror.
“Mmm… It feels so uncomfortable…”
Milly clutched her chest, still a bit nauseous.
Could she really be pregnant? No, it couldn’t be that fast, right?
Still, she’d better go to the infirmary for a checkup, and ask about the margin of error for a pregnancy test—if it really was that bastard witch’s child…
If it really turned out to be true, there was no way she could abort it!
Milly covered her stomach, a tender light in her eyes.
No matter what, it was still her own child. Even if her daughter’s birth was a mistake, Milly couldn’t bear to give up her own flesh and blood.
After getting dressed, Milly tiptoed out the door.
Seeing the freshly bathed girl, Felusa couldn’t help but walk over. Milly glared at her, didn’t say anything, but exuded a chilling aura.
Felusa froze, not daring to step closer.
“All right, I’m heading back first,” Milly said, not in the best mood. “You’d better hurry up and get ready, we still have a mission soon!”
With that, Milly left without looking back.
She started off slowly, then picked up her pace. Her heart was pounding wildly. She kept telling herself it wasn’t pregnancy, she’d just eaten too much last night.
Milly half-ran all the way to the infirmary.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” came a gentle voice.
Milly glanced around; there was no one else. Gathering her courage, she pushed open the door. The room was bathed in soft sunlight. Liana, dressed in a white lab coat, sat by the desk.
The scent of disinfectant filled the air, making Milly a bit nervous.
“Saintess, are you feeling unwell?”
“N-no…”
Milly hesitated, tears welling in her eyes.
Instinctively, she closed the door, leaving only the two of them in the consultation room.
Liana sat up straighter, pushed her chair over, and gestured for Milly to sit. Milly dawdled for a while, but finally took the seat in front of Liana.
“Saintess, there’s no need to be nervous. I’m a doctor—I don’t gossip about patients’ privacy. Or, did you want to ask about something?”
“I, um, that…”
Milly’s gaze wandered. At last, she made up her mind.
“Do you… have any pregnancy tests here?”
When she said “pregnancy,” Milly’s voice was barely audible—even she could hardly hear herself. But Liana understood, a hint of surprise showing on her face.
She opened a drawer and took out an unopened pregnancy test.
“Saintess, are you showing signs of pregnancy?”
Milly took the test, squirming, not wanting to answer. But she felt that, no matter what, she needed to consult, so she spoke up bravely.
“This morning, I felt a little nauseous…”
“I see,” Liana replied. “But, if you use this test, there’s a margin of error of about three days. Three days ago, you and Lady Felusa…”
Milly’s face went bright red and she nodded silently.
It wasn’t just Felusa. There was also that bastard witch. That’s what made it so complicated!
If it really turned out she was pregnant, whose child would it be? And once her belly started to show, how would she explain it to Felusa?
“I’ll go check by myself over there…”
Milly clutched the glass stick, hurriedly ran to the corner.
In the corner was a small surgical table. Milly carefully drew the curtain and nervously undid her buttons. The pregnancy test had an indicator line—no need to worry about getting it wrong.
Not long after, Milly held the pregnancy test.
She stared at the indicator line, feeling inexplicably tense.
A line lit up on the left—seems like she’d done it right. The key was the line on the right: if that lit up, it meant she was pregnant.
“Don’t light up, don’t light up!”
Milly chanted inwardly. She didn’t dare look, only peeking with one eye.
She thought heaven might still show mercy. But the line on the right lit up.
Two pink lines—strikingly obvious.
“How… how could this happen!…”
Milly trembled, hugging herself tightly, as if she could ward off the tide of despair surging inside her.
Uncontrollably, her mind drifted back to that nightmarish evening,
Locked in the dungeon by the witch, tormented without restraint.
She had struggled desperately, all to no avail. All she could do was watch herself fall into an endless abyss.
She thought those agonizing days were behind her.
She never expected that, with the sudden arrival of this child, she’d be plunged into despair again.
She didn’t know whose child it was!
If it was the witch’s, what was she supposed to do?
She hated the witch—despised her—yet she was carrying her child!
She wanted to get rid of it, but just the thought filled her with unbearable reluctance.
Maybe… this was a mother’s duty. Since life had already begun, she no longer had the right to decide her daughter’s fate.
Liana quietly walked up to the curtain outside.
From Milly’s voice, she already knew Milly was pregnant. It was really nothing so terrible—Milly and Felusa were so close, it was only a matter of time before they had a baby together, right?
But Milly seemed a bit overwhelmed?
After all, she was still young—maybe it was prenatal depression.
“Saintess, please don’t cry?”
“I know it’s a lot to take in at once, but this is the crystallization of the love between you and Lady Felusa!”
“Your daughter has come into this world with your love and hope—what a wonderful thing, isn’t it?”
Hearing Liana’s words, Milly cried even harder.
If it really was Felusa’s child, that wouldn’t be so bad. After all, she did like Felusa a little, even if only just a little.
Honestly, even without that little bit,
A child with Felusa was far better than one with that bastard witch!
Now, she didn’t even know whose child it was!
She couldn’t say anything, nor could she let Liana check. If anyone found out she’d been with the witch, she’d be dragged straight to the execution grounds and burned alive!
“Lady Milly, should I tell Lady Felusa? After all, this is something the two of you should face together…”
“No, no way!——”
How could she tell Felusa!
Felusa knew what she’d been through, knew there was a chance it was the witch’s child!
What if Felusa said, “If you don’t want it, just get rid of it. If you want a child, we can have one in the future. I can’t accept some wild child from who-knows-where.”
What would she do then!
“You don’t need to worry about this,” Milly pulled herself together and said as calmly as she could, “This is between us. I want to tell Felusa myself…”
She said that, but she had no plans to tell her just yet.
“And also, don’t tell anyone about my pregnancy.”
“Don’t worry, I’m a doctor. I never gossip about my patients’ privacy.”
Milly bit her lip, clutching her belly—she couldn’t feel anything yet, but she knew new life had begun within her.
Since you’re here, Mama will treat you well.
Milly straightened her clothes and pulled back the curtain.
She tried her best to smile—she couldn’t let Liana notice anything was wrong.
“Please prescribe me some medicine to stabilize the pregnancy,” Milly said. “And also, some supplements—I want my child to grow up healthy and happy.”
“Of course, leave it to me!”
Seeing Milly’s acceptance, Liana was happy for her.
The offspring of two Saintesses—surely their talent and potential would be amazing, right? But aside from all that, it was wonderful that lovers could finally have a child born of their love.
That, too, was something to celebrate.