Things had just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated. Mitsuki was pregnant.
[Great… And now I can't let anything happen to her.] I internally sighed, feeling another headache throb behind my eyes while the silence inside the shrine stretched thin, pulling taut until it felt like it might actually snap.
The relaxing scent of sandalwood incense hung in the air, doing absolutely nothing to mask the suffocating tension in the room.
Mitsuki stood across from me. Her posture went completely rigid as her dark eyes narrowed into tiny slits of pure judgment.
She processed the sheer audacity of my existence, taking a slow, deep breath before she let it out through her teeth in a sharp hiss.
"Why are you even here then?" she asked, keeping her voice tight and dangerously controlled. "Why didn't you rush straight to the capital to report your findings? Please tell me you at least sent a Thunderbird..."
