It was two days later.

The real estate agent found a good property for Calis, who was looking into the land for the factory. The seller, in a hurry to sell, promised to reduce the price if Calis bought it immediately. The land was not far from the estate, making it easy for Calis to manage, and the flat terrain provided good transportation.

Calis was satisfied and proceeded to draw up the contract.

“All right. We agreed to lower the price in exchange for paying the entire sum at once, right?”

“Yes, yes. Of course!”

“Okay. Let’s make the payment right away.”

“As expected, your generosity knows no bounds!”

Shortly after, the seller, who had been inquiring about the purpose of the land, declared that he would introduce a construction company he knew when he heard that a factory would be built.

“All right. Then I’ll see you again in four days.”

“Yes. Please take a look! Your Grace!”

It was a fortunate day.

Finding good land, purchasing it for a lower cost than the original, and even securing a distributor to help export the products to the Sahir continent.

Calis, who generally disliked moving, decided to enjoy the moment and took a stroll. He planned to meet Mabu at the town’s fountain an hour later.

It happened while he was walking along, singing a little tune.

Flutter, something landed on his head and then fell off.

“What kind of trash is this!”

After carefully styling his hair, all the effort went to waste. Calis brushed off the dust-covered hair and exclaimed, “Tsk, litterbugs!”
Soon, his irritated hand picked up a piece of paper trash that had settled on the heel of his shoe with a touch full of annoyance. It turned out to be a leaflet scattered carelessly by street vendors.

With a disinterested hand, he flipped the leaflet. It was to confirm the culprit who spoiled his moment of satisfaction.

Surely, it would be promoting some ordinary product or service!

“Launching a product surpassing storage jars? ―Much lighter and cheaper storage container!”

But what greeted him was surprisingly unexpected news.

Thud.

The leaflet fell to the ground. The paper he picked up was still firmly held in his hand.

Thud.

It wasn’t just one. Numerous papers were showering down.

“A new storage container?”

“It’s even cheaper and lighter!”

“We don’t have to buy anything from Duke Argent anymore?”

He gazed at the countless leaflets raining down from the sky. Now, what consumed him was a sense of futility.

Dragging his heavy body, he returned from the mansion. The maids were tidying up as Helena, who seemed to have finished shopping in the village, walked back with the maids, Shane and a cheerful smile when she saw Calis.

“Cal!”

In the past, she would have rushed over quickly, but this time she slowly descended the stairs with patience.

Gradually, a warm hug followed as Helena, with both arms wrapped around his neck, whispered softly.

“I have something to tell you.”

Her voice was unexpectedly shy, not typical of her usual self.
It seemed unnecessary to deliver bad news to her right now when she looked so happy. Calis hid his feelings and played along with her mood.

“Yeah, what is it? Tell me.”

“Hehe, you know!”

Helena, laughing, gestured to Shane. Shane, with a faint smile, approached Calis and handed him something.

“A medical report?”

“Yeah! Read it.”

If it was a medical report, there must be some discomfort mentioned somewhere. But was that something to be happy about?

“Is there any discomfort?”

“Oh my, just read it.”

Perplexed, he unfolded the neatly folded paper.

“It appears that Madam is pregnant. Based on the timing, it is estimated to be around the 5th week, so your husband should also be cautious in the early stages.”

The doctor conveyed the facts in a stiff handwriting.

Reading and rereading the words multiple times, Calis expressed an expression of disbelief.

“I, I’m pregnant!”

“…Helena?”

“We’re going to have a baby!”

So, it was the story of him becoming a father.

After finishing a simple lunch, she spent time at the palace library.

“Um, Lady Cloe…”

At that moment, noise that didn’t suit the library mixed in. It turned out the librarian had urgently come to find her.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s a place you need to visit briefly…”

He urged Cloe with an awkward expression. Then, Winter, who was reading a book next to her, stood up.
“Speak the matter precisely.”

Though the librarian had no reason to be suspicious, her attitude was questionable.

Cloe, claiming she became the Duchess, clapped her hands. After tidying up the somewhat messy place due to reading, she asked where to go.

“Where should I go?”

“You can go to the reception room first.”

Guided by the librarian, she walked through the corridor and asked a question.

“Is a guest looking for me?”

“Well… Duke Argent has come to see you.”

“Without prior notice?”

In fact, the reason was easy to guess.