17. A confession

That afternoon, the Demiurge was packed. The sun is quite hot. The workers are required to work diligently at this time, and Amelie is no exception. The girl forced herself to move quickly, even though she was currently very tired. She staggered along with her growing belly.

"Waiter, over here!" exclaimed a man in a mask as Amelie carried the tray with her order. She almost bumped into the back of another worker standing not far from her.

"Oh, yes, sir." Amelie replied kindly. Slowly serving the food that the visitor had ordered.

"Are you alright, miss? Your face is so pale," asked the man with glasses who noticed Amelie's pale face.

"O, no, sir. I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." Amelie replied and turned around.

It was a very hot afternoon, even though all the fans in the hall were spinning.

Cold sweat poured down Amelie's forehead. She limped along with her body, which felt so heavy. Her legs were so heavy to walk on, like they had no strength at all. It was as if all her bones