Premature

Akiyama stares at the butler. "your joking right" he shakes his head. "no your wife has entered Labour"

He narrows his eyes. "It's premature," he mutters. Grasping his finger tightly, anxiety growing within him. The butler bows again. "I am deeply sorry sire but I truly don't know"

He sighs "very well. Where's the doctor and nannies?" the butler kneels. "They are currently assisting to make sure no complications occur to the best of their abilities."

He scratches the top of his nail. The butler narrowing his eyes. "Sir, please don't do that so aggressively."

A crack resounds blood dripping from the split nail. Akiyama glances at it, the butler sighing. bringing out a small bandage kit, he walks over grabbing Akiyama hand he pulls his finger forwards.

wrapping the bandage around the bleeding nail, Akiyama sighs. the Anxiety seemingly fades.

Temporarily. "go figure out how long it will take" he leans back in the chair staring out the window before glancing through the many recruitment orders.

Closing it, the door opens. "They supposed it may take hours to a day maybe even 3. They are not completely sure."

"Demihumans are quite different in reproduction compared to regular humans. " Akiyama places a hand on his hand.

as if meditating "it's slightly concerning but something I should not worry too much about" he says, attempting to suppress the rampant thoughts in his mind from this "when the suspected next Corpse tide."

The butler glance out the window. "within 3 months is my guess," Akiyama nods. "I'll reinforce security, especially around the Palace."

The butler nods. Akiyama again scrolls through the recruitment orders. trying to take his mind away from worry.

an innate anxiety scratching at the back of his head, he glance at the orders, taking his mind yet more away from it.

[Elite soldier variant 6+]

[Grade gold]

[Description: A heavily Trained Soldier at the peak of human physique and agility capable of wielding a Range of Weapons, be it guns or not, this extremely well-trained soldier is often spawned in a section and in the same uniform]

[Trait 1: Hand of the lord. The Soldiers are like a hand of the King capable of Performing Complex Often considered impossible task with relatively low numbers.]

[Trait 2: Weapon Expert. These soldiers are master of all weapons in their hand.]

[Trait 3: Protective shield. These soldiers will step in front of attacks to protect their Lord unless order otherwise.]

[Trait 4: Suicidal. The soldiers are very careless about their life as long as the mission is complete.]

[Trait 5: Tough as steel. The Soldiers' own bodies are as tough as steel,]

[Blessing 1: Rally. being professions in groups or squads, each member gets a buff to all stats as long as at least 2 are alive.]

[Blessing 2: Inspired. Each Soldier in a squad with at least 2 members gains a shield equal to the number within the group.]

[Blessing 3: fast learner. Every expert soldier is an expectationally fast learning capable of picking things up from watching somebody do it once within limits,]

He stares at the unit. "I'll put them into production. To bolster our forces exceptionally," the Butler returns.

"so far there are no complications. She is already experiencing Contractions properly from what the Maid told me"

He nods, staring blankly yet again, his anxiety having calmed somewhat. He slowly breaths the butler simply leaving to get him a water and food.

he places his hand on the chair, carefully relaxing, attempting to Calm the Innate, worry scratching at his sanity.

"Goddamn, is this how my father felt when I was born?" he breaks out into a low laugh, smiling. Before shifting back to expressionless.

"it quite the strain." the butler returns with food and drink, setting it down in front of him on the coffee table. He glances at the food.

Before picking up the knife, cutting off bit size pieces. He starts to eat it before taking a sip of the tea. Carefully reflecting on things.

The butler remains stationary. "Sir The Duchess is here" he snickers "unsurprising" rolling his shoulder up he nods "let her in"

The door burst open, the women walking in graciously. "I heard it's Premature" he nods "indeed, but it's unconfirmed"

"since Lythinma is in fact a Demihuman, they don't know much. They are only humans who have delivered human Children. So A hybrid is new"

"are you even a little worried?" she says bluntly, the butler freezing like a statue. He glance at her, his eyes dead as the emotions Washes over the air.

Pressure pushing down on her. "yes I am in fact worried. however, being an emperor means to keep emotions concealed."

"as to not let anybody take advantage of a moment of confusion." She sighs sitting across from him "So you literally Are Worried sick but are hiding it completely"

He smiles. "Emilia, are you a blockhead or purposefully doing this?" she rolls her eyes. "no" Akiyama stares at her slightly suspiciously.

"you really are too good at pushing my buttons," he finally cracks, exhaling heavily. "It was premature by human standards and this is my first child."

He sighs yet again. "Of course I'm worried sick about them. After all, we have little knowledge about how a demihumans' reproduction system works."

Emilia nods, listening carefully to her brother's problems. "Do you think you'll screw up?" he glances out the window.

"of course it basically predictable I'll let something slip and it will mess up its entire life. There is no such thing as a perfect parent."

"though that innate worry is quite straining on me," Emilia nods once again, the butler remaining silent.

Loud tapping resounds through the hallway, the butler perking up Emilia and Akiyama's worry, skyrocketing at the thunderous tapping in the hallway.

a fear overwhelms Akiyama as if a Switch was flicked he shots up from his chair staring at the door.

It's slowly pushed open. A petite maid shot in. "MY LORD. " Time stops the fear increasing massively, his mind struggling to remain focused.

he goes blank "what happened"