133 May I Present To You Raphael Destan (1/2)

The two were united in their panic.

Zenith did not appreciate this. Not at all. He came to the game to have fun, not be more stressed out, but he couldn't just leave a pregnant woman – err – man to his own devices without feeling like shit afterwards.

Dimitri, Deltan's Hidden Guard, appeared in a split second the moment he realized that his Master was in pain. Quickly, he checked over the prince whilst the other two were losing their cool.

”Okay, okay…” Zenith trailed off, looking completely frazzled. ”Alright, so! Aren't you going to quickly bring him to his residence?”

Aciel blanked. ”Right. Yes,” she blurted out, finally on the right track. Now that she had a solid goal to work towards, she felt calmer. The panic was still there, but more muted in a sense. It was controllable.

She grabbed Deltan, causing him to groan. The blonde mage steadfastly ignored his groan. She gestured for the eccentric man to grab onto her, which he did, and teleported the both of them.

The three landed as gently as was possible in Aciel's steady teleportation. The woman inwardly heaved a sigh of relief that she went through her Teacher's spartan training. She had never been gladder than at this moment.

Dimitri teleported himself, saying, ”I will go get Master's brother.”

Aciel nodded. ”Thank you, Dimitri.”

Dimitri nodded and blinked away, reappearing within five minutes in tow with more people.

Nine had uncharacteristically lost her cool when she heard that her brother was 'giving birth'. She had panicked for a full four minutes upon receiving the news, and she wasn't even the one giving birth.

In the end, it was Nocturne who had retained his cool and snapped her out of it quickly. She lightly squeezed his hand in thanks, receiving a smile that made her feel gooey in return.

”Alright, everybody out!” she said lowly, silencing all protests.

Everyone left the room except for Dimitri. She frowned at him, but he stubbornly retained his gaze on Deltan's pained face, causing Nine to relent slightly. She supposed it was fine. It wasn't like he was *really* giving birth.

Nine approached the pained Deltan, who had been relocated to his bed whilst help was found. The Eldest Prince's face was a pasty white from the pain he was feeling in his head. He felt like his head was ringing as he tried hard not to think of anything.

Nine sighed upon seeing him like this. ”Elder brother,” Nine said, trying to project as much calm as possible. ”Take deep breaths, okay? Release the tension you're holding in your body.”

Deltan, upon hearing Nine's voice, subconsciously and obediently listened to her instructions, having been somewhat conditioned to do so. It was a relief when the pain that had been blaring a constant siren in his head receded, and before long, it was as if the pain had never been there in the first place.

”Ah? It doesn't hurt anymore?” Deltan said, mystified.

Nine gave him a droll look. ”It wasn't meant to hurt in the first place. It was only because you were trying to stop the spatial hole from growing, so the magic all rebounded onto your body.”

”Oh,” Deltan said blankly.

”Yes, 'oh'. Look, the hole's growing now. Why were you trying to stop it anyway?”

Deltan's pale face flushed, feeling sheepish. ”I panicked at the thought of water going into the hole.”

The prince scratched the back of his head at the looks his younger brother and Hidden Guard were giving him, though Dimitri looked more relieved than anything.

”So why did you chase everyone out?”

Nine shot him another hard to decipher look. ”Think about it after you get my nephew out of you,” Nine said, effectively silencing all of Deltan's words.

The three looked at the hole still growing on Deltan's abdomen area with abject curiosity. The hole was black and looked like it could suck in all light. As it grew, Deltan waved a hand around it, only it distorted rather than going through. In fact, the hole wasn't even on his body per se, it was just hovering in the air around his abdomen area, moving when Deltan himself moved.

Their father quietly slipped into the room, giving his son and daughter a large grin. He could hardly believe that he was about to have a grandchild already.

”Son how are you doing?” the Emperor asked, all but beaming.