A few days passed and Noah was back to living his life normally.
Emma's nausea had subsided without anyone suspecting a possible pregnancy. Noah talked daily with her about it, but she kept denying the pregnancy.
Because of this, the hope of having a brother was diminishing.
"What is it? You look thoughtful."
At the village training camp, Noah was facing Ciaphia.
"I'm thinking about something about my mother."
"What happened?"
"I don't think she would be happy if I talked to you about it. But if I'm correct, in a while you'll find out what I'm talking about."
'Even have diminished, I still have hopes of having a brother or sister.'
"I see. I won't insist that you speak, it must be something important."
"Yes..."
"But you shouldn't think about it too much, you'll end up hurting yourself." Ciaphia held her sword and swung it toward Noah.
After swinging it, Ciaphia had her sword blocked.