The instant blood spilled from Isaiah's mouth, every single one of us rushed toward her.
Needless to say, I was the first to practically catch and support the Inquisitor.
“Isaiah?!”
What the hell? What was this?
Everything had been moving along like it was going to end well, so why—why did she suddenly……
“Blockhead?!?!?!”
“Th-This… What is the meaning of this?”
“Whoa! What the hell! Are you hurt?”
“Hero, are you ill?”
[Whoa, whoa!! Ancestor, what do we do about that?!]
[What? What? What's happening!]
“I-I'm fine!”
“How are you fine?! You just coughed up blood……!”
I hurriedly seized that steamed-bun-like face and checked her mouth, eyes, and everything else I could.
Her eyes were still bright, but the dark shadows around them made her look unmistakably haggard. Her skin was so dry that it had cracked in places, exhaustion practically clinging to it.
And yet her soft cheeks felt as though bone lay directly beneath my fingers the instant I pressed them.
The cute little nose I wanted to bite had blood pooling inside it too, and then, and then……
“I-It's only because I pushed myself a little too hard!”
“Then shouldn't you be resting immediately?!”
Oh god, our baby's mouth is shining with blood!
Why didn't I put a bed in my inventory?!
Of course, now that Ratel had been returned to Mephistopheles and she'd stayed behind in Hell, the only inventory I had left…