Chapter 597 The Child of a God (So Lovely, It’s Divine) ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Even as I racked my brain over preparations for Roland-sama’s coronation and the pending task of persuading the Queen of Coalmine, our household’s birthing season and seeding season marched right along.
Saint Sister Amelia was nearing her due date, and the house had grown suddenly rowdy — or rather, everyone around us had.
”Listen up, you’d better keep warm when you sleep, okay? ♡ It’s starting to feel properly like autumn now, and it’s getting cold out there, okay? ♡”
Fussing over her like a real mother was Mother Marian, Amelia’s mentor and superior. Ever since returning from the succubus subjugation mission and laying eyes on Amelia’s visibly enlarged belly, she’d been in this mode nonstop.
I think the D**do-Buddy Palace was probably her first visit. I’d had a quiet feeling that it wasn’t the best environment for children’s education, but since she also works at a convent-run orphanage for boys, she turned out to be surprisingly used to caring for babies. I’ll never admit how grateful I was inside.
”Don’t worry about your convent duties, okay?”
”You really can’t push yourself too hard, Amelia, nano~”
”Don’t do it, kamo—!”
”Not allowed—!”
Holding back Amelia, who was determined to work right up until the last minute, were Mother Superior Shireen and the Triplet Sisters — Tetra, Metra, and Netra. Nuns from her seniors, colleagues, and juniors also stopped by in shifts to check in, and it drove home just how well-respected and beloved she was.
As for our household, nuns were most welcome — even though they were devoted to that faith of theirs, they were surprisingly level-headed. They didn’t start dancing some strange dance praying for a safe delivery, and they didn’t go building shrines. Well, I did hear a rumor that a shrine might get built somewhere inside the convent, but…
A little trickier were the pilgrims from the Church of Demon-Subjugation who visited our shop, and nuns from other regions. Amelia was the first nun ever officially recognized as a “Saint” by the “Holy Figure” — and the first to be publicly acknowledged as married — so her visibility was high, and there was always a line of people begging to meet her.
Most of them backed off from requesting a meeting once they heard she was already pregnant and near term, but strangely, Amelia herself wanted to meet them.
According to her, “If I can be someone’s salvation, there is no greater joy.” I was worried out of my mind, but it wasn’t my place to dismiss her convictions.
In the end, a system took shape: I’d stand at the shop counter, and whenever such visitors came, I’d summon Amelia from the back living quarters.
It was genuinely hard to manage around my busy schedule, but the customers who laid eyes on her big belly would immediately fall to their knees, crying out, “How wonderful!” — and somehow, that made me want to keep pushing through.
There was also the matter of meeting Amelia’s family a short while ago. The family who’d sent her to the convent after their land was devastated by monsters.
Amelia had kept absolutely no contact with them, and while she’d wanted to see them, she’d been too awkward to take the first step. Mother Marian had pulled every string and brought them here.
The family had somehow managed to revive their ruined fields and were now living quietly in a village not far from the capital.
The reunion was to begin with greeting her family at the capital’s front gates. It was the first time they’d been to the capital since sending Amelia to the convent — and the D**do-Buddy Palace, tucked away in a back alley where outsiders rarely wandered, would have been impossible for them to find on their own.
That morning, Amelia had been on edge all day, anxiously standing and sitting over and over. Her big belly made the restlessness even more pronounced — whenever I told her to sit still for her own sake, she’d freeze mid-sit and just stare at her knees.
When it was finally time to go greet them, she pressed to the inner side of the gate and stared out, waiting with barely contained impatience. When a carriage appeared far down the road, she looked ready to bolt. When it turned out to be just a delivery cart, she wore an expression that was part relief, part disappointment — everything tangled together.
Then, at long last, they arrived. It seemed they’d hitched a ride on a merchant guild carriage, and they disembarked one by one from the line of carts. But they hadn’t seen Amelia in so long, they didn’t recognize her. And Amelia wasn’t sure either. She approached them hesitantly and spoke.
”Um…”
”Hm, young miss… could you possibly be…”
”F-F-Father…?”
”Amelia…?”
That was all they said, and then they embraced — wordless. Her mother, her brothers, her sisters gathered close, and they celebrated the reunion in quiet joy. I fought back tears without meaning to, but this wasn’t a moment I could claim to understand — I simply watched over them for a while before greeting them myself.
Amelia’s father was a small, unassuming man, the picture of a simple farmer — honestly, he didn’t look like the sort who could have ever protected Amelia from a monster attack. But the hand that shook mine was thick and strong.
Come to think of it, this might have been my first time actually meeting anyone who worked in agriculture in this world. Farming in a land overrun by monsters was no ordinary task — he had to be far tougher and more resilient than I could ever hope to be.
What stood out most was his gentle manner of speaking and clear eyes — they were exactly like Amelia’s. Her mother and siblings were all the same. Looking at them, I understood where Amelia came from. They must have worried about her all the years after sending her away — but they’d felt awkward about it too, and hadn’t been able to bring themselves to visit the convent until now.
The brother who’d moved independently to a nearby town had heard of the nun who’d saved the country from two Great Dragons and a “Stampede” — but her father hadn’t even heard that, and he was thoroughly astonished. When he learned I was a noble — and when he saw the D**do-Buddy Palace — he nearly fainted. I felt bad for him.
They stayed for a few days. They could have stayed longer if they’d wanted, but their fields were being watched over by fellow villagers, and her siblings who’d left home each had their own work.
On top of that, it was harvest season fast approaching. I’d have preferred they come in winter, after the baby was born — but there was a good chance I’d be unavailable then because of coronation matters. In the end, everything was squeezed into the gaps of various schedules. I felt terrible about it.
To make up for it, Amelia and I showed them around for those few days — the convent, the Great Cathedral, and the castle walls, which only I could guide them to.
Amelia’s family was straightforward and earnest — nothing like the other wives’ families (not that theirs were anything bad — just… a matter of taste). Showing them my work took a great deal of courage.
Luckily, it seemed our shop’s reputation had even reached the rural villages — and when her older sister blurted out, “Wait — the one with the ‘D**do—’!?” we managed to avoid the absolute worst-case scenario. …Her father’s face did twitch a little, though.
In any case, Amelia couldn’t walk around for very long in her condition, so they spent most of their time relaxing and talking in the D**do-Buddy Palace — or playing with the children.
After those days together, they set off for home. Both Amelia and her family hated saying goodbye — but they could visit anytime now, and write letters. Promising to come back and meet the baby once it was born, they boarded another shared carriage and left. Amelia watched them go, her face bright and clear.
And so, surrounded by the blessings of so many people and finally freed from the weight that had been on her heart for years, Amelia reached her due date. The shop had been flooded with visitors — but somehow, not the Three Sages. No, wait — the baby wasn’t born yet. Getting complacent now would be premature.
Somehow relieved, somehow fired up again, I waited for that moment to arrive.
Notes:
• Amelia – A voluptuous, light-blue-haired “Saint” Sister of the Canarias convent who runs soup kitchens, this shy, blushing religious figure is the protagonist Kento’s wife. Pregnant with his child after a sacred conception and wearing his ring, her intimate bond and controversial marriage to him spark intense ecclesiastical debate, yet she remains as devoted as ever.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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