They would turn this into a giant scandal that would put a bunch of eyes John Doe and I."

That didn't sound like the worst thing in the world, since your place was already 'officially acknowledged' by the Knightly Orders and the postal service, while also being on Forthwythe's radar.

"Also, besides that," Aila continued. "There's something strange going on around here in Centria. I don't know how to describe it, but it feels like there's some sort of tension in this city. Although the vision I got from Artemia specifically told me not to worry about it, I can't help but-"

"Artemia can be a huge jerk, especially when it comes to visions." Herta said, but doesn't elaborate.

"Well," Aila continues. "This might sound horrible but, even if there's something bad happening I don't want to be a heroine. Saving the world is fine, but I'd rather spend my days with someone I love." She glanced at you, then bit the bottom of her lip. Really laying it thick, wasn't she? "Um, I'd rather be with the man I love than go around the world collecting magical thingies for some holy weapon. Although I'd be fine with traveling if I was beside my Master-husband. The main reason I even came here was because I felt like there was a holy request made of me after my vision was over. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it felt like it was important if I became a schoolteacher. But only after-"

"Oh!" Herta interjects. "Master, I think Aila might be one of the babysitting candidates!"

"What?" You and Aila said at the same time.

"Yeah!" Herta seemed rather proud of herself. "I made a request to get someone to help take care of our babies once they're born, Master! Someone who's motherly and well meaning, but not so much that she'd think she know better than the real mom."

"But I'm not motherly..." Aila protested.

"Maybe not now, but once Master is done with you you'll be." Herta rubbed her own swollen belly for reference, a content look on the goddess' face.

"We're gonna talk about this later." You said to Herta, then turned back to face Aila. "Are you feeling alright?" You could swear you were steam come out of Aila's head.

"Um, well," Aila looked around sheepishly, her cheeks pinkening. "I often daydreamed about having... b-babies with John... I wanted to elope with you, Mr. Doe..." She then glanced away. "But if you aren't interested I'm perfectly fine with things going back to how they were!" She quickly added, then got up and went around the corner before you had a chance to respond. But not before giving your ears a gentle touch.

The four of you continued to talk about things, and that talk became eating when Aila presented some glasses full of fruit (although Herta didn't eat anything, as usual), and that eating turned to walking after Bertha felt like stretching her legs, and that walking turned to going around Centria for a while after Herta became bored. This went on until Bertha started to feel sick again and needed to return to the castle for some rest.