Six months into the separation. It had been quite a while since we started our isolation, and the girls were now showing physical changes—their bellies were beginning to grow.
As their bumps grew, the atmosphere around everyone started to mellow out. Though Minerva had been mellow from the start, she was the one who changed the least… No, I guess that's inaccurate.
"HAAAP!"
*BOOM!*
After all, there was one who hadn't changed at all—Fang.
Saying that she wanted to exercise regularly to maintain her strength... Right now, she was "sparring" with one of my semi-powerful clones.
Of course, since it was just sparring, my clone was careful not to hurt Fang too much. Especially her abdomen. He avoided hitting anywhere near that still-flat tummy as a safety measure.
Oh, right. Fang was the only one we couldn't tell was pregnant at a glance. If not for the occasional symptoms she showed, I would've doubted it myself.
