Julia thought about how much more frustrated she would be in the future, and she was depressed and frightened.
But Endymion, who looked satisfied, kissed her forehead and muttered to himself, as if it were a matter of course.
"Because you can't slip."
"...Why are you when there are maids?!"
"My baby needs to be washed by her dad."
"No, wait!"
Where is such a deterrent!
Julia's face was bright red, and she struggled, but Endymion was confident as he kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and her lips.
"Are you doing it on purpose to make excuses for your baby? This is really overprotective, what kind of bath are you going to take...!"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Endymion kissed her shamelessly to stop Julia's protest.
In the end, Julia surrendered to Endymion's relentless assault of affection. They had a light meal on the bed and even took a bath together for the first time since they got married.
"Hmm... It's harder, isn't it... It took three hours..."
Julia covered her face with a whimper. Even though she said she would do it herself, Endymion insisted that he wash it slowly.
It's not that she has limited mobility, but she couldn't help but allow it because of his persistence...
"We'll never wash together again..."
She liked it. When she asked him if he wanted to quit now, he asked her to do more...
"Stop"
Julia freaked out, trying to forget what had happened in the bathroom just before.
Meanwhile, Endymion wrapped a soft towel around her and hugged her to the bed.
Then, he casually peeled off the towel wrapped around his body, saying that he would give an ointment with perfumed oil.
"Ugh!"
"Be still."
A fresh herb-scented perfumed oil was applied. It had a mood-stabilizing effect, so it was very good for pregnant women.
However, the unnecessarily gentle rubbing made her feel that there was another impure purpose too clearly.
"Mion, hmm."
Julia tried to hold on, her eyes tightly closed. But the touch was too tempting.
Gently caressing her, Endymion kissed her cheek.
"I'll do everything for you for ten months."
Washing, changing clothes, and eating are all things.
Endymion muttered and pressed his lips against her earlobe. Perhaps because of pregnancy, after the hot bath, Julia, who was very tired, couldn't resist and cried.
'Why do I like it so much...'
Endymion was very satisfied with her care. From head to toe, his hand touched Julia, and she seemed to like being at home under his touch.
Endymion even stopped her from walking on her own after hearing the news of her pregnancy. He wondered how she endured it until now.
"Let's go to bed today."
After plowing the ointments, Endymion even dressed her in comfortable pajamas. Then he put her to bed and turned off the lights in the room.
"It's only ten o'clock, are you already sleeping? And I want to talk to my sister and mother..."
"Do it tomorrow."
Endymion, lying beside her, carefully took her in his arms and kissed her on the crown of her head. Then he patted her on the back as if he were growing fast.
"Hey, aren't you going to keep doing this? Won't it be like this after the early stage?"
"Yes, of course."
"Mion, you really promised. I need to prepare for classes at the academy and do more research in the lab."
"Yes. Don't worry. I'll do whatever you want."
As if to soothe a child, Endymion replied kindly. Julia was relieved and blinked slowly at the warm pat of her hand.
'Hmm... I think it's good.'
It was too protective, but it was okay if it was only done in the early stages of pregnancy. It's his first child, and he's worried about her because she's fainted.
"Hmm. Then, Haam. See you tomorrow, Mion."
"Good night."
Over time, the overprotection will get better. Julia slowly closed her eyes.
Julia didn't realize it, but she quickly fell asleep, tired easily at the slightest commotion.
'I think we should merge our residences.'
She never dreamed of what Endymion was thinking as he watched her sleep.
Because of the royal etiquette, the main castle and the Queen's palace were separated, so it was not a nuisance. She couldn't even meet him when she wanted to see him or hug him.
'I need to build a new palace.'
Twenty-four hours, all day long. He needs to combine the bedroom, the bathroom, and all the living spaces into one.
Endymion flipped the hair that flowed down Julia's face and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
He was very happy that he could now legally keep everything from Julia to himself.
'It's my daughter. I've done all these amazing things since before she was born.'
Endymion carefully covered Julia's stomach with his warm hand.
To be honest, he was more worried about Julia's physical condition than about a pea-sized child. However, as the eventful day ended and the night deepened, he began to look forward to it.
'When will we meet?'
The fruit of their love with a woman who loved more than their own lives.
It seemed that the child proved that Julia and he were one forever. It was so overwhelming that he wondered what kind of child this strange child would be.
Thinking about it, he pressed her stomach very carefully. Then, with the warmth of his hands, Julia, who had fallen asleep, smiled as if she felt good in her sleep.
"Pretty."
Of course, there are times when she doesn't look pretty. Even if she breathed quietly, she was so beautiful that he wanted to attack her right away.
Endymion smiled and hugged Julia preciously.
He was so frightened in the bathroom a while ago, but now he wanted to wake her up right away because he loved her burrowing into his arms.
'By the way... This is a problem.'
Every time he touched the soft skin, he felt a deep desire.
However, Julia, who fell asleep leaning only on him, embracing the fruits of their love, was much more precious than his desires.
Endymion suppressed his desire to hold his head up with a sense of satisfaction.
And he looked at Julia all night long as she slept peacefully.
***
"I am going to declare a new national holiday. The schedule is about ten months from now."
The ministers who attended the regular cabinet meeting faced each other at once.
A sudden declaration of a national holiday. National holidays were a glorious system that was established only when there was a very big occasion for the country.
Typical days were the founding day, the first King's accession day, and the current King's accession day, and quasi-national holidays were the annual harvest festival and martial arts tournament. The rest were classified as royal events, and the scale and budget were determined according to etiquette and importance.
"Looks like you're celebrating your recent sweep of the impure wizards."
"We have strengthened our alliance with the Magic Tower, so it deserves to be used as a souvenir."
The high-ranking ministers exchanged glances and bowed. They didn't know that their Queen was a wizard, but they did know that the Magic Tower had become much closer to Semele than before.
An academy for wizards to be educated before entering society was also planned to be established in Semele. When the foreign nations heard the news, they tried to strengthen their relationship with Semele.
Even so, Semele, which was the most powerful country, had risen to such an extent that it was almost like an empire.
"Yes, Your Majesty. If so, will you be able to attend the National Day Proclamation Ceremony?"
"Then His Majesty's authority will spread throughout the continent. It's a little early, but it would be good to build on the foundation of the empire."
His achievements in eradicating severe droughts and eliminating black wolves who commit heinous crimes such as random kidnappings and murders were already widely rumored.
Therefore, the authority of King Semele was much stronger than before. Even a small number of conservative courtiers had long since turned to the royalists. The courtiers were happy and excited to spread the young King's achievements even further.
"If you show your friendship with the Magic Tower at the proclamation ceremony, neighboring countries will look up to us even more. There is no shortage of material and human proclamation of the empire, so if we raise awareness, it will be a great deal."
"I know that it is usually done one year after birth. Well, it's not bad to be fast."
"Birth, Babies... Do you mean?"
What is the birth?
The stunned courtiers blinked. The young King, sitting on a high throne, touched his chin with a serious face.
"Since the Lord of the Magic Tower has promised to be the Godfather, we will hold the ceremony right after the birth."
"...Yes?"
"That's a good idea. If Lord of Magic Tower attends that day, my daughter will get more attention."
The young King's arrogant face lit up with satisfaction. The courtiers stuttered in confusion
"Oh, she is my daughter... Could it be that the Queen...?"
The King tilted his head.
The courtiers uttered exclamations at this. The royal couple were young, but they were all looking forward to an heir as they had been married for a long time, so they were even happier.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
"I didn't expect such a slope! I'll present a congratulatory gift for the Princess right away!"
Since the King called herself a Princess, the courtiers thought that the Queen had been absent for a long time. After all, to use a gender-detecting magic tool, the child had to grow up for several months.
Everyone was surprised and congratulated him. At that time, a minister who had just switched from a conservative to a royalist party and had no sense of it spoke excitedly.
"Congratulations from the bottom of my heart, Your Majesty! But isn't it a little hasty to declare a national holiday on the first Princess's birthday?"
He gave it to him as a congratulations. The snarky old man naturally thought that the young King would wait for his son to be his successor.
"Hehe, according to the law of the land, a new national holiday can only be designated once during the reign. The second one may be a Prince, so you should be more careful..."
However, he was hesitant without noticing, and at some point, he felt that the atmosphere was strange. He looked around and saw that everyone was averting his gaze.
'Hmm?'
Just as he was bewildered, a cold voice came overhead.
"Is my daughter not good enough to be praised by the whole continent?"
"Yes? No, I don't mean that."
Surprised, he hurriedly dented it, but the King's face was already cold. Everyone congratulated him, and his blue eyes, full of satisfaction, stared at him coldly.
"How dare a servant discuss my daughter's grade. You don't know the subject."
"My Majesty. It's just a wish for a greater slope!"
Tubbuk.
The King walked down from his lofty throne. The courtiers around him just coughed and ignored him
'Ugh, help me!'
The old man, who had made a foolish mistake, eagerly begged for help, but there was no savior. In the end, he received the overwhelming energy that seemed to suffocate him head-on.
"My Majesty. I made a mistake. Of course, the birth of a Princess deserves to be declared a national holiday!"
"Of course. Whose daughter is this?"
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