The Real Elysia

"For now, her belly isn't showing."

Russell took out the blood test report he had asked Megumin to examine overnight.

The moment that report appeared, Miss Piggy's expression stiffened considerably.

"Th-then Durandal is next, right?"

She spoke cautiously.

"Yes."

Russell nodded, then, as if comforting Elysia, said,

"But there's no need to be nervous. According to the prophecy, there are still at least several months."

"Maybe I'll hear the prophecy and then get knocked up sometime in these next few months."

Hopefully.

If there was still no movement the whole time, then...

Miss Elysia pulled a long face.

Her strength had clearly returned, yet she still felt like a pitiful, helpless little piggy.

"Then, shall we head to the next era now?"

Elysia quietly prompted him. She felt as though ants were crawling all over her body.

"Sure."

The man nodded and picked up the longbow again, but just as he drew it, he lowered it once more.

"What's wrong?"

Elysia tilted her head and asked.

"Mobius is looking for me."

Russell spoke, and as his words fell, Mobius appeared in the room, dressed in tattered rags.

Her refugee-like appearance startled both Elysia and Russell.

"Mobius, what happened to you?"

Elysia could not help asking.

Mobius merely gave her a bland glance, then grabbed Russell by the sleeve and headed toward the bathroom.

"Hey, hey, hey! What does a flat-chest like you think she's doing? I'm a married man!"

Dragged along, Russell let out a piercing shriek.

"Shut up! Stop thinking about lewd things all day! Are you really trying to make rice more expensive across the multiverse?!!"

The snake woman seemed especially irritable today. She shoved Russell into a corner of the bathroom, then locked the door behind them.

Standing on the step, she wrapped her arms around Russell