"Best to think about all this tomorrow…" he murmured, his voice already heavy with exhaustion. "Right now my head can't take any more."
The exhaustion of an impossibly long day, first the journey, then the Demon Lord's visit, then Luna, and now all this business with the pregnancy, had finally taken its toll.
His thoughts began to slow and blur as sleep gradually pulled him toward unconsciousness.
'Emilia…' he thought, before finally drifting off.
The following morning, the group resumed their journey toward the beastman capital.
And while Mark had tried to talk to Princess Luna before they set off, wanting to clear up the matter of Emilia's pregnancy and ask all the questions that had been stuck in his head the night before, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't manage it.
She found a way to avoid him at every turn.
