[BL] Challenge: 100 Baby in Fantasy World-Chapter 285: Langga — Revealed

Langga felt like he must’ve misheard.

There was no way! That couldn’t possibly be what he thought he heard.

But just as he tried to convince himself his hearing was malfunctioning, Gara’s voice came again.

"We haven’t said anything yet because... no one’s asked."

"No one will ask. Madha’s always been attentive to you. They’ll probably only notice once they see your ring—"

"This hazel-gem ring is our engagement ring. He gave this to me when he proposed. We’ve been engaged since long before the party."

Thump!

Langga’s heart slammed against his ribs.

He knew that ring. He’d been staring at it for months, watching Gara wear it every day.

He’d thought Gara just really liked it.

That was why he bought that necklace —with the same hazel gem— hoping Gara would like it too.

And yes... Gara did like the ring. And the person who gave it to him, too.

Holding back the sudden tightness crushing his chest, Langga kept listening.

"So you two have been engaged for that long? No wonder no one ever notice."

"Maybe they’ll notice on the day I marry Madha." Gara ended with a bright laugh.

That laugh... Langga’s favorite laugh. A laugh Gara had never once shown him.

But this time, that laugh felt like a blade carving straight through his heart.

"They’re already engaged?" Langga whispered, his voice shaking. "Then what have I been doing all this time? What was the point of trying to earn his trust again?"

Thoughts ran wild through Langga’s head. One emotion after another —things he barely ever felt— rose to the surface.

His chest felt crushed... squeezed so hard he could barely breathe.

"After Father died, I should’ve known. Excessive emotions are wrong. So how do I destroy this... twisted feeling?"

His left eye flared red as he glared at the ring inside the box, teeth rattling as he held back a scream.

"Should I just get rid of that human boy? I could gouge out those pretty hazel eyes, tear apart those soft lips, slice that pale skin until it’s dripping in blood—"

Knock. Knock.

The knock on the door snapped him out of the spiraling fury.

Langga slumped back into his chair, dragging both hands roughly over his face.

Pere stepped in immediately and stated his purpose, pretending not to notice the chaos in his boss’s expression.

Keeping Langga busy was always the safest way to calm him, Pere knew that well.

For the rest of the afternoon, Langga drowned himself in documents, teaching materials for upcoming classes.

He still listened to Gara and the others through the crystal. They continued training at the back field.

When they finally decided to return to their dorms, Langga was nearly done with his work too.

But he no longer listened with the same enthusiasm.

If anything, imagining Gara and Madha being affectionate in the dorm made him feel worse.

Still, since he was almost finished, he didn’t close the metal box yet.

Then Langga froze when he heard a voice —a man’s voice— that shouldn’t have been audible through the crystal ring, not when Gara should already be in his own room.

"I heard you received an award at the academy?"

"Yes, Sir Agus. But why didn’t you attend the ceremony this morning?"

"Hahaha! I was far too busy here."

Langga was bewildered.

It was unmistakable. Sir Agus. Agus Soren.

Langga hadn’t misheard.

"What is Sir Agus doing in Gara’s room? Wait— was that really Gara’s room?" Langga muttered, a thousand unanswered questions exploding in his head.

While he tried to sort through all the possible explanations, another voice came through the crystal— a woman’s voice this time.

"Gara, didn’t you say you were going upstairs? Why are you still in the dining room?"

"I don’t know, Mom. I should be upstairs."

"You look dazed... like someone hit by a protective barrier."

Langga’s brows tightened.

From their conversation, they clearly weren’t in the dorms, and barriers like that couldn’t be deployed inside the academy.

He immediately contacted Pere through the crystal ring to confirm whether Gara was really in his room.

It didn’t take long for Pere to reply.

"I already asked the dorm staff, Sir. He saw all Class S students—including Gara—enter their dorms. None of them came back down."

"Pere, is it possible to teleport from inside the academy?"

There was a pause, as if Pere was confused why his superior would ask something with such an obvious answer.

"Not without the Headmaster’s permission, Sir."

Langga’s thoughts spun. Could Agus be involved?

But then he heard a loud thud through the crystal, like something had fallen.

Faintly, Gara’s voice followed: "Finally, I can go up. Why couldn’t I earlier...?"

After that... silence.

"The crystal slipped off?" Langga guessed. "The barrier must’ve stopped Gara from going upstairs because something foreign was attached to him."

"What’s he hiding upstairs to need a barrier that strong?"

The question only fueled his curiosity.

Even though the crystal was no longer attached to Gara, Langga continued listening.

He heard shuffling, footsteps, and conversations. Two female voices he didn’t recognize.

Three young male voices he did—Gara, Madha, and Fian.

He also heard Agus Soren... and the bat-maid.

"Where is this place?"

As if answering Langga, the young woman spoke again.

"Auntie, are we cooking a lot again for Master Gara? He just got an award at the academy."

"Of course, Della."

"But... are you okay, Auntie? You’ve been spacing out a lot lately."

"It’s about the triplets’ biological father... Gara refuses to tell him about the children. But he’s not the only one— that man is their father too."

Suddenly, everything around Langga froze.

No wind. No sound.

Even his own body felt like stone.

As if learning about Gara’s engagement to Madha wasn’t enough—

Now he learned Gara already had children. Triplets.

"But from what they’re saying... the father isn’t Madha. Then who—"

Before he could even begin to guess, the young woman, Della, gasped loudly.

"The triplets’ biological father... you mean the Devil?!"

Langga’s heart stopped for several seconds.

"Devil...?"

The older woman answered calmly, "He’s half-devil, but he’s actually a good person. What happened wasn’t intentional..."

Wina began explaining the incident to Della.

And Langga —who listened to every word— could only stare wide-eyed, speechless.

Because the incident she described...

...was something he himself had experienced with Gara.

"You should know this, Della... the father of the triplets is Gara’s professor at the academy. A professor who’s famous for being exceptional."

Langga didn’t need to hear the name. He already knew —without a shred of doubt— that the person they meant was him.

"I have children with Gara? Triplets? And they know I’m half-devil? Then... my children must have inherited traits from my father?"

Out of everything he heard today, the fact that he had suddenly become a father —of three, no less— hit him harder than anything else.

"It all makes sense now... Gara needed a year before enrolling in the academy. He carries the same scent as a druid, so he’s not fully human— meaning he can get pregnant. And that scent that felt so familiar... it really was mine. The scent of my children..."

Piece by piece, the puzzle finally formed a complete picture.

There were still holes, sure. But now Langga could guess what filled them.

While he was still trying to assemble everything he’d learned about Gara inside his spinning head, Wina and Della continued chatting without pause.

And before Langga could even decide what he was going to do, now that he knew he had children, three children—

Another shocking piece of information fell from Wina’s mouth:

"Gara’s pregnancy is already six months along. Soon, Madha’s child will be born. Even though Madha is a good man, after his baby is born, the love he gives won’t be the same as the love he gives the triplets. Wouldn’t it be better if the triplets could receive affection from their biological father too?"

THUD!

Langga slammed the table without thinking. "Gara is pregnant again— and the father is Madha? Is that why they’re engaged?"

"NO!" Langga shot to his feet, pacing toward the window behind his chair.

"I’m the father of the triplets, Gara’s first children. Shouldn’t I be the one who’s engaged to him? Shouldn’t I be the one to marry him?"

Langga’s gaze hardened into something feral.

The flowers on the cabinet beside the window trembled, lifted, and suddenly snapped apart into tiny broken pieces.

"I need to take the triplets— and Gara."

"Madha...? Should I just kill him?"

In the days that followed, Langga overheard even more information.

About how Gara apparently possessed a space-type Talent, and how Sir Agus was currently conducting experiments inside it.

What kind of experiments, Langga still had no idea. There just wasn’t enough information.

"Gara’s Talent should fall under the same type as Mona’s, dimensional shifting. It’s not the same as moving past the academy’s barrier..."

A few days later, the crystal stopped transmitting any sound at all.

"Did it finally break?" he whispered.

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