Helen stood on the square as the new head of the Fortrion family.

Baxter, feeling pressured, lured the assassins chasing him to a secluded area with his magical smoke. While revealing his magic to the people in the square wouldn’t be beneficial, Elizabeth’s assassins already knew about his magic.

Once they arrived in the sparsely populated forest, Baxter stopped and turned towards the assassins.

“How about I show you something interesting as a reward for following me so well?”

The assassins, who were pointing their knives at him with a fierce look, started mocking him to not brag too much when suddenly,

Crack!

Soon, ribs and leg bones broke, and most of them succumbed to the excruciating pain caused by Lexion’s magic wreaking havoc inside their bodies.

‘Are they all unconscious?’

Having withdrawn his magic, Baxter tried to confirm if the assassins had indeed lost consciousness.

“……. ”

However, for some reason, he was struck by a severe headache. Even when he bit his lip, it felt like his brain was being squeezed, and he could hear a painful scratching sound, making his ears throb.

As the pain that felt like his heart was being torn apart intensified, he dropped his head, and something splattered on the dirt floor. It was blood, spurting from his nose.

‘…Why is this happening?’

Knowing that Cassius was following, Baxter quickly tore the clothes of one of the seemingly unconscious assassins. While using it to staunch the blood and wiping his face, the blond guy, who was thought to have fainted, bolted away.

“That guy.”

“Baxter!”

Fortunately, with Cassius following, they were able to engage in a pursuit, capturing the blond assassin again. However, the memory of that moment was quite shocking even to the numbed Baxter.

If he was so bewildered, would he have lied to Cassius, saying it wasn’t his blood but the assassins’ blood that had poured from his nose?

‘I thought it wasn’t a normal symptom, but it seems to be a magical issue after all.’

Judging by the chief physician’s expression, his condition seemed serious. Just as the gentle voice of Edith, heard from the adjacent room, filled with vitality, made him feel like he had tumbled into a world of the deceased, unreachable by Edith and the little one inside her.

Into the desolate world within the restrictive and monotonous magical realm.

Although it seemed that he could live peacefully by not using magic anymore, the situation seemed unlikely to comply. With his mind struggling to stay focused, Baxter asked.

“In the letter I sent earlier, I mentioned that my magic was needed for the child.”

“That… ”

George seemed to shrink instantly, like an herbivore encountering a predator. He had no room for creating plausible lies for the young master’s health after sharing the baby’s condition with Delma during his examination in the adjacent room.
“I will be honest. The baby inside Madam’s womb needs the biological father’s magic. If the necessary magic is not infused during pregnancy, the baby might… ”

George couldn’t continue speaking for a while, but he yielded to Baxter’s persistence.

“There is a high chance that the young master will become a stillbirth, like Lady Leia.”

“…”

“For details, we need to conduct examinations after the baby is born, but even if you drink several types of potions every day, by the age of twenty, you would most likely end your life.”

Franz wiped his pale face with both hands. To him, this felt like a nightmare. A nightmare that God was bestowing upon him for not finding Leia’s child sooner.

The pain of hearing that Edith’s child, who would resemble me halfway, would live a short life was more agonizing than Franz. Despite pressing down on his emotions to the last bit of patience, Baxter asked.

“What if I infuse magic into the baby right now?”

“The young master’s magic has not awakened yet. If we calculate the amount that will be consumed for awakening…”

George put Baxter’s magic state and quantity into complex equations and came up with the results.

“Even if you don’t use any magic at all after sharing it with the baby, it will be three years. After that, there will be a magical explosion, causing the loss of all memories. Unlike the first explosion, the body will be severely damaged to the point where you can’t use it anymore.”

“…”

“Fortunately, because Madam doesn’t have innate power, it’s possible for the young master’s magic to be less than Lady Leia’s.”

Franz mumbled, almost losing his sanity, asking how it couldn’t be possible with his own magical power as Mrs. Joubert. When George lowered his head as if he had no dignity, Franz found it hard to endure and tried to get up, indicating that it was hard to listen any longer.

In a moment of decision, Baxter called him with a firm voice.

“Grandfather.”

“…”

Baxter’s gaze was so chillingly cold that Franz and George stopped moving.

“Even if the body takes a hit, it seems that life won’t be cut off. For now, let’s keep today’s events strictly confidential.”