The fact that I had to leave my pregnant wife behind and set off on a campaign didn't sit well with me at all, but as someone responsible for both Feuzen's stability and one axis of the civil war, I had no choice but to head for Baschurten.
For a lord's sense of duty, and for my ambition.
When Hilda first learned she was pregnant, she was very flustered. The joy seemed to outweigh everything else, but what flustered her was the fact that she'd fought fiercely against the enemy while carrying a precious heir.
It was a relief that her plate armor had been sturdy enough that she hadn't taken a direct blow. Just thinking about what might have happened had she been struck in the belly made both Hilda and me shudder.
After she was examined by Madam Arzt and a midwife, the pregnancy was officially announced, and the retainers and Feuzen townspeople rejoiced greatly, calling it a happy occasion. For a moment they forgot the time they'd spent steeped in grief, mourning the war dead.
