Pregnancy Is Too Much For The Villain - C150.1

Like other settlements around the desert, there was an oasis near this place. This oasis was the reason why the village where Valentin was staying had settled in this area for a long time and could nomadically move with small herds of horses and sheep each season.

There was a separate well there for drinking water. The water in the oasis, which was like a small lake, was mainly drunk directly by animals.

Valentin, who had followed Asif, was helping to fetch water with the children. They filled water jugs adorned with beautiful intricate patterns and loaded them onto camels, while some was put into leather pouches. The girls hummed songs together as they drew water with buckets. It was a busy but lively scene.

Meanwhile, Valentin, who lacked experience in the work, was holding the reins of camels that hadn’t yet been loaded with water jugs.

“Valan-teen! Look, look!”

Little Fahod called out to Valentin with his lisp from beside the animals drinking water. There was a huge horse vigorously quenching its thirst. It was a fine steed rarely seen in this region. Valentin smiled, thinking it was almost as magnificent as the black horse Reynard used to ride.

“Look at this!”

Where Fahod’s small finger pointed, there was a large curved sword with very ornate patterns and decorations hanging. The horse’s owner must be from the Persian region. Valentin smiled brightly, finding it cute that even such a young child was interested in weapons, being a boy.

At that moment, the horse suddenly turned around.

“Oh?”

Such a small child crouched behind such a large horse. It was in the perfect position to be kicked by the horse’s hind legs. If kicked directly by such a huge horse, he would surely be seriously injured. As this thought crossed his mind, Valentin ran over without thinking, letting go of the camels.

“Fahod, it’s dangerous!”

“Valan-teen?”

In that instant, the horse really did start to kick its hind legs while swishing its tail to chase away flies, and Valentin instinctively threw himself forward.

“No!”

Splash!

His reflexes certainly weren’t bad. By a hair’s breadth, Valentin snatched up the boy and turned him in a safe direction. But how far can a life showered with the love of misfortune really go? His own body fell completely into the water from head to toe. No… to be precise, not into water but into the mud at the edge of the oasis.

Seeing Valentin sitting plump in the small puddle, covered in grayish-brown mud, Fahod burst out laughing. Still unaware of the seriousness of the situation, he was truly still a baby in his innocence.

“Valan-teen, you’re a mud monster!”

“Oh well… At least you’re not hurt, so it’s fine.”

As he was barely managing to wipe the mud from his eyes, Asif came running.

“What on earth happened…! Your nice clothes are ruined. Fahod, you little troublemaker!”

Asif, who had roughly grasped the situation while fetching water, scolded his son while helping Valentin up from the mud.

“I’m sorry, Valentin! Oh my, what a state you’re in…. What should we do…”

“It’s okay. He’s still a baby. As long as Fahod is safe, it’s fine.”

He must have lacked awareness of the huge horse, being still young and used to the donkeys and camels around him. Asif managed to take Valentin to the clear water and personally washed his dirty face and hair, while scolding his son who was still giggling, not understanding the situation.

“This needs a proper washing….”

Asif kept apologizing as he rinsed the mud that had gotten even inside Valentin’s ear.

“This won’t do, Valentin. We’ve fetched all the water now, so let’s go back.”

“Okay…”

Thus, due to a sudden accident, he ended up taking a warm bath unexpectedly.

It wasn’t easy for nomads to bathe in heated water in winter. Asif, who ended up bathing together with Valentin by chance, carefully covered the tent so no one could see, then returned and mixed cold water with boiled water appropriately. Then he poured the suitably warmed water over Valentin.

“Here’s some soap.”

“Thanks, Asif. You don’t have to help me like this.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m grateful that you saved Fahod. And there’s no mirror here, how would you deal with this mud stuck in between without my help?”

Valentin giggled at that sigh. The two omegas sat naked on small wooden chairs, lathered up soap, and scrubbed with soft cloths dampened with water.

“The clothes are a problem. We can’t get clothes like that here…”

Valentin had been wearing relatively common imperial clothes while living here.

He wore some local outer garments along with them, but basically wore clothes from his homeland because he wasn’t used to the local attire. Especially, tying the strings that interwove between the clothes in a unique way was difficult. But it wasn’t completely unwearable as Asif was worried. He had just worn them because they were more familiar and comfortable, there was no other particular reason.

“It’s really okay. I can just wash them well and dry them. Besides, I was thinking of returning to Markant soon anyway.”

It would also be inconsiderate for a guest who couldn’t work well to keep imposing on the nomadic village in winter.

Of course, the money Valentin paid to stay in this village was substantial, but it must have been inconvenient for the people here who lived as families in one space. On the other hand, occupying a yurt alone would be a waste of resources in many ways.

“You’re going back already?”

At Asif’s words that sounded regretful, Valentin grinned and poked him with his elbow.

“You probably couldn’t have enjoyable time with Jamil because of me.”

Then Asif, who had been washing Valentin’s hair, blushed and rubbed Valentin’s scalp hard as if in revenge.

“Oh, we’re too busy with the young children to think about that anyway!”

He grumbled, seeming embarrassed, and tilted a kettle of warm water to rinse Valentin’s hair. Then he scrubbed Valentin’s body with a cloth, saying he would wash off the dirt thoroughly. While washing behind Valentin’s ears and under his nails, Asif asked:

“By the way, I’ve been wanting to ask… Valentin… are you pregnant?”

Where Asif pointed, there was a protruding belly that didn’t match Valentin’s thin body. He had been feeling like only his belly was getting bigger lately. Feeling somewhat like he had become a tadpole, Valentin blushed.

“I must have eaten a lot lately…”

“If you ate a lot, you’d gain weight all over. Not just have your belly swell like this.”

“Really? But that’s strange…. It really shouldn’t be possible.”

Although they had embraced each other to their hearts’ content on their last night before parting with Reynard, there was no way a child could have been conceived. Because even if an alpha tried his best, nothing could grow in a womb that was as hard as stone and didn’t even have heats. He had been told definitively by a professor at Kingsford Medical School that he couldn’t have children.

“You said you divorced your husband, right?”

“Yes…”

“Nothing comes to mind?”

“Not really…”

Although Reynard had gotten excited and knotted at the end, Valentin had never suspected or worried about pregnancy. It was an impossible body, wasn’t it…? What nonsense was this? Valentin rubbed his belly with a somehow complicated feeling.

“Maybe I’m sick…”

‘Could my womb have swollen from some problem? Did I develop some serious illness?’ Valentin muttered, and Asif shook his head and brought the lamp closer.

“But the stretch marks are too clear…”

Valentin moved his gaze to where Asif pointed with his hand. Vertical stretch marks were clearly visible from below the navel down towards the lower body.

These were lines that had faded after giving birth to Sharon. They had become so faint as to be almost invisible, but now they had somehow regained a deep color. Upon confirming this, Valentin felt like his head had been struck.

“Huh? Strange…? This really shouldn’t be possible?”

Watching Valentin flustered while insisting he couldn’t possibly be pregnant, Asif clicked his tongue.

“What do you mean it’s not possible? You didn’t have any intimate moments at all?”

“No, I did have…”

“Then there’s definitely a possibility!”

“…But the doctor clearly said I couldn’t have children…”

“What nonsense is that?! The stretch marks are so clear. Was that doctor a quack? I’m not just saying this casually, it looks exactly like when I was pregnant.”

As the two were bickering like this, they heard Asif’s mother saying “I’m just coming in to get a sack, Asif!” as she entered the yurt. Upon hearing his mother’s voice, Asif covered Valentin’s naked lower half thickly with a wet towel and called out:

“Mom! Come over here for a moment!”

At those words, the middle-aged woman poked her head around the partition.

“What is it?”

“Mom, you’d know for sure if you looked, right? Doesn’t Valentin look pregnant?”

She was the village midwife. All the children in this place had been born through the hands of Asif’s mother.

The woman frowned, creating deeper wrinkles as she carefully examined Valentin’s body. She checked the stretch marks visible on the front of the belly, turned him sideways to closely observe the shape of the belly. Then she checked his breasts which had darkened, with eyes like a doctor’s, and nodded.

“Yes. It does look like pregnancy.”

“What???”

At her words, Valentin was completely dumbfounded and turned upside down.

*

The next day, Valentin gave Asif some gold coins and they rushed together to the big city to see a doctor.

“Yes, you are pregnant.”

Aaaaaargh!

On the way back to the village, Valentin’s scream echoed across the desert.

You quack bastard of a royal physician!!!

Various curses aimed at the Kingsford Medical School professor and imperial physician echoed hoarsely in the desert as the sun set.