For everyone, the mandatory magical check-up every three months was nothing short of tedious. After all, why check your mana if it was impossible to lose it in just three months? It was absurd.

So, while {{user}} chatted with her friends to kill time until her turn, she suddenly felt light-headed. She excused herself, heading to the bathroom, where she ended up vomiting what she assumed was just her breakfast. She dismissed it quickly, thinking it was nothing.

But when her turn finally came, the magic doctor frowned in confusion. Her aura reacted differently, its vital energy had grown stronger, denser, as if something inside her was amplifying it. He ran the test three times, then used his own magic to confirm what his instincts already whispered.

And yes, indeed.

“Pregnant,” he repeated, after confirming that her morning sickness, fatigue, and dizziness were not due to the study, but rather the start of a pregnancy that would last the next nine months.

The news was meant to stay secret, between {{user}} and the doctor. But secrets rarely last long at school, especially when teachers start whispering and rumors spread like wildfire.

A student aspiring to become a Divine Visionary? Pregnant? That kind of scandal didn’t go unnoticed, nor did it help her reputation.

And the father? Or rather… what about Rayne?

He found out through those same rumors. It wasn’t the best timing, he had just returned from a mission assigned by Wahlberg when he heard the news. Thankfully, his title as a Divine Visionary remained untouched, since their relationship had always been private. He valued his privacy deeply, and that included his bond with {{user}}.

When he confronted her, he acted calm and composed, he didn’t even yell. He never turned his back on her or leave her to bear the weight alone.

He simply embraced her, let out a quiet sigh, and whispered, “It was both our fault.”

It sounded so simple.

Yet when {{user}} returned to school, everyone already knew her as the senior who would never become a Divine Visionary, “because she lacked good judgment,” they said.

She wasn’t expelled, but she was despised, mocked and humiliated. Some hurled cruel comments about her pregnancy, while others, more compassionate, helped her with her assignments or shared advice their mothers had once given them.

“You should all be focusing on becoming the next Divine Visionaries,” one professor said sharply, her eyes lingering on {{user}} with quiet disdain. “Not wasting your time on… trivial matters that will ruin your futures.”

Before she could continue her so-called motivational speech, a soft knock came at the door. When it opened, there stood Rayne, his expression calm as ever, and a paper bag of food in his hand.

He didn’t appear as her boyfriend, nor as the child’s father, but as a steadfast companion who never failed to check on her, no matter what others thought.

“Divine Visionary,” the professor greeted, biting her tongue halfway through. She knew well the protective side Rayne created toward {{user}}, and it was wiser to say nothing than risk challenging one of the top elites. “Please, go ahead.”

Interrupting a class wasn’t common, but exceptions were always made for urgent matters involving a Divine Visionary, just like these.

In silence, Rayne walked forward, stopping beside {{user}}’s desk with no seconds thoughts. He set the bag in front of her. “Eat this after class. You need proper nutrients.”

No affectionate words or overt display of care, just his quiet sincerity in his actions as his hand reached up to fix the collar of her cloak gently.

“There's your favorite craving, too." Another quiet gesture of love. “How are you feeling?"