"Congratulation on your pregnancy. But alas..."
Beatrice and I failed to react in time, as Alphonse already sent her flying while my back hit the wall. I winced at the pain in my back, gripping Alphonse's arm on instinct.
I gazed down, only to realize half of his finger plunged into my chest. It wasn't that deep yet, so I mustered my remaining energy to stop his hand.
'Sam, I think I'm dead...' I muttered internally while gritting my teeth and glaring at the man before me.
"Duchess, I don't want to kill you, but this child..." Alphonse's eyes drooped as the sinister smirk on his lips sent a shiver down my spine. "... can't live."
As he said so, my feet gradually left the floor as he lifted me up. I clutched his arm even tighter while catching up to my breathing. The thought of being pregnant barely lingered in my head with my current situation. I was not even sure if he was telling me the truth.
"Kill him."
