"How did the negotiation go?"
Ilaria asked as soon as she saw Jude come into the sealed shelter.
"A success, of course. I don't know about the other factions, but Corvino's faction won't come in here anytime soon."
"A pity... I was hoping they'd refuse so I could stomp on them."
"They won't come for five days, so let's just finish what we need to do here."
"Those words..."
Ilaria wrapped her hands around his neck. Not in a sweet, romantic way, but in a violent way. "I wonder what kind of things we have to do here..."
However, since the smell coming off their bodies, a mix of sweat and blood, was too strong, Ilaria could not stand hugging him for long and began to gag.
"Morning sickness?"
Jude asked playfully.
She wiped her lips gently and looked at him. "Be careful what you say. I might suddenly show you two lines someday."
"In the apocalypse, pregnancy is a disaster."
"Then why are you so careless when-mmphmpph."
