"A… a child?"
Hearing Bronson's near-shouted confession, the thrill Roland felt from reuniting with his old friend came to a halt, instantly replaced by sheer astonishment.
He stared, a rare sight, his gaze darting back and forth between Bronson's face, etched with embarrassment and anxiety, and the Pirate leader battling a powerful Mage out on the sea. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
Marriage, funerals, having children—in Roland's eyes, these were just ordinary parts of life.
But no matter how far he stretched the bounds of his imagination, he could not immediately connect the erudite scholar before him—a man once engrossed in ancient texts, whose every word and action carried the refined and gentle air of academia—with the Pirate leader who commanded the storms atop raging waves, ruling a swath of the sea with her Curved Saber and an iron fist.
It was just…
Too far beyond imagination.
