"Congratulations, but I'm gonna be honest… You still need to do these recon missions until you feel like you actually can't. You're the only one for this job as if shit hits the fan, then you're the only one who has a chance of escaping,"
"I see… Well, I can probably go for about another month, so rest assured… I'll figure out all their secrets,"
That day, a fiery, psychotic flame of emotions burst from the commander's tent.
…
About a month had passed, and I could definitely feel a baby practically kicking inside my womb.
The pain was really bad, but thankfully, I had my pain immunity off; otherwise, I would've continued with my dangerous job, not even knowing the baby was close.
I kept thinking about the scenarios that could erupt if I ever didn't stop… would the baby die? Life-threatening deformities? And if all of those did happen… Loni would probably be very disappointed and angry at me.
