Iver had actually wondered whether his sudden feelings for Isabel were caused by Morgan's influence...
But after repeatedly confirming it, he knew that his will was clear and independent.
For the time being, he could rule out that possibility.
Since that was the case... Morgan's words, "You'll know very soon," made Iver somewhat uneasy.
Could it be a child?
From Isabel's perspective, she would probably like this gift very much—perhaps even look forward to it. After all, Iver had considered the issue of safety yesterday, but Isabel had firmly insisted on carrying out the less safe plan.
But from Iver's perspective, he actually didn't want to have a child so soon. The Fallen Angel could descend into the Material Realm at any time, and Iver would certainly have to risk his life when that happened.
Isabel was one of Iver's most trusted teammates, a reliable support. But if she became pregnant or had a child, Iver would certainly not dare let her fight on the front lines. And not only that... even Iver's own actions might become restricted as a result.
Even now, Iver felt as though a lock had been placed deep within his heart—a restraint called "love."
Before this, Iver had been able to use risky strategies recklessly, even using himself as a chess piece and bait. He could casually stake his own life as the price for intimidation.
But now, Iver no longer dared to act that way. One kind of "dedication" had replaced another, diluting the madness that cared for nothing and feared no consequences.
It was only then that Iver finally realized he wasn't as brave as he had thought.
True courage wasn't the absence of fear.
It was continuing forward despite being afraid; knowing the price, knowing that he absolutely couldn't afford to pay