"What's wrong?
As I rub my chest frequently wondering what's wrong with this unspeakable feeling, Cecil, you speak to me as to whether you have noticed anything strange.
I was working as hard as I could to keep it out of my face, but still, I seem to have figured it out in my complexion.
I didn't want them to know I wasn't feeling very well, or anything. Cecil, if you find out, Jill will find out.
"Hmm... You haven't been feeling well here lately, have you? I don't know, my breasts are mocking... and I don't have an appetite..."
I have trouble when people say I'm not feeling well, but somehow, it's not generally fragrant. I'm tired, or I'm blinded by anaemia, and my chest is upset... oh, but I can eat raw tomatoes these days. I used to hate it.
I'm a little happy that my taste has grown up too, Cecil, but as for you, I'm worried about my poor health and I'm lowering my brow.
Well, it's not that bad, and it's not as worrying as it sounds.
... and, well, somehow, because I know it.
"It's okay, it's not that bad."
"You'd be the one who's unscrupulous in saying that. So it's possible to get hot and fall down."
"Ugh. But I don't think that's what this is about... something I can't help until I calm down"
"Then you should rest until you calm down, you don't have to go out of your way to work even though you're not feeling well. Look, you don't have that much work, so get out of here."
I ran out of words, Cecil, that it's better to leave before you can fall.... um, Cecil, it's not enough for you to worry... but I'm the one who can definitely be overstated where I argued here, so I'll be honest with you.
Not really, Cecil, there's no reason to put your heart into it. Perhaps even if you say you can't and you're working, you'll see this one in a whisper.
You're a gentle person who doesn't look rusty, and you smile bitterly, and you get cared for thankfully.
I still smile loosely at you, caring Cecil, "Then sweeten to your words," and try to get up - the world turns.
The feeling of your vision turning blindly. They do it with every sense of equilibrium, even if it supports something.
If you noticed, Cecil, your magic was killing shocks and crashing to the floor.
In addition to still jerking off, he holds down his licence to the sickening feeling of rising. Cecil, you rushed over and said, "Are you okay!?" and a remarkable voice of impatience.
Even if I manage to return the word, all sorts of maladies are pushing me and I can't open my mouth.
Whatever I did, I thought with my rather grumpy head, but dizziness was the limit, and I was going to throw my consciousness out as it was.
"... Liz, are you awake?
When you notice, the familiar ceiling...... or the ceiling and the face of your beloved husband enter your sight. You were immediately transported home.
Maybe, Cecil, you called Jill and entrusted it to Jill.
Cecil, you've got me worried, and when I wake up reflecting, Jill says, "Please stay asleep" to stop me.... or you won't see a doctor until you wake up. Anyway, because you'll be calling.
"It's okay. Jill, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Absolutely... I thought my heart would stop when I heard Liz had fallen"
"Excuse me. But maybe it's also Jill's fault, right?
Huh? and gave a meaningful smile back to my husband who tilted his neck, and I asked him to solidify, please call a doctor.
"I'm pregnant."
Congratulations, and I smile back calmly to the doctor who seems to smile, "Thank you". Jill, for some reason, has been solidified.
... I thought you might have guessed because it was about Jill, but it didn't seem that way.
It was something that looked at me with a stunned look, so I couldn't help but blow it out.
You already loved me that much, so didn't you imagine it was time to give it to me or something?
As far as I'm concerned, I had a faint guess at a time when the moon man didn't come, but I couldn't say anything for sure, and I couldn't. Well, I didn't think I could stop Jill at night.
"Jill?"
"... ah,"
Speaking to Jill, who seemed relieved, you returned it to me, and he peers at me in awe.... watching that emerald soak in, I gently stroke Jill's cheek as it is.
Feeling the warm droplets wet my fingers, I whisper to Jill, "There you are," as I remain impulsive.
Jill wraps me in her body, tearing away. I gently slap my back-shaking husband in the back as he watches the doctor who cared over Jill's shoulder leave the room without making a sound.
"... my child, right"
"What, are you saying you suspect cheating?
"No.... are you really my child..."
"Jill, it's our boy."
Jill laughs bitterly, "It was a silence," when she mouths it on her eyeballs and tears it off.
Jill cried since the day you got Sir Alfredo.
At that time, I took the life of what was my family, nasty. At this time, you will rejoice in the presence of a new family, you will cry.
"... I dreamed about it. Happy families."
... I'm sure Jill remembered the old days. I wasn't loved, when I was Savannah's child.
... silly, too, Jill. There's no reason for me to think that. You're going to have a happy family ever since you came to Adelshan, and always will be.
"Then let that dream come true properly and don't let go, will you?
"… of course"
To whisper, Jill wipes tears and smiles. That smile, whoever sees it, will surely be regarded as happy enough.
I can't imagine from Jill, who was Savan, with a heartfelt smile.
My lovely husband, I warmed my chest with serene happiness, too, and broke up with him.