About 30 minutes later, the Anti-Warrior Taskforce seemed to have arrived as Amon sat on the edge of the bed stroking the soft brown hair of the sleeping Rebecca.
'I've already called her mother so she doesn't worry and apologised.'
[Hey~ why did you apologise when it wasn't your fault?]
'Mmmm, when you employ someone, their well-being and safety become your responsibility and burden...so today I failed.'
[What will you do in the future?]
[Those snake dragons will never let this go, and that ice freak, he hates you.]
'Should I just knock his sister up, then become the Brother-in-law from hell?'
[Me first...]
'Oi now... you can't...'
[I can now]
'Really?'
[Mmmm... we can this time.]
'Ahem... Maybe in the future, why not enjoy life first?'
[That's better. I got a second chance, so why would I rush to become a mother]
[Save that for Maribell, who wants you bad]