Yes, this book is none other than Fisher’s long-lost Great Inner Chief... no, dear friend, the magnificent Sir Emhart.
"Dong..."
Just as Emhart lay on the bookshelf to catch his breath for a mont, a dull collision sound suddenly ca from the distant shelf, startling him into floating up imdiately, cautiously glancing in that direction, fearing the sight of a dreaded figure.
He pursed his lips, but upon following his wary gaze, there was nothing frightening, only the lightly swaying curtains.
"I scared myself..."
He sighed in relief, just about to lie down, when he turned to find a blank, expressionless face on the other side of the bookshelf staring him down.
It was a beautiful, light brown Angel, though for so reason her face was dazed, making her appear abnormal, yet the illusionary floating objects behind her, like hundreds of eyes, consistently demonstrated her authority and high rank.
She was atop the nineteenth rank, the Angel Leader signifying wisdom, Gabriel.
"Aaaahhh! A ghost! Fisher, save !"
In terror, Emhart turned to flee, but before he could escape, Gabriel effortlessly reached out and seized him, his prideful speed seeming slow against Gabriel and naturally being restrained.
At the mont of capture, Emhart’s expression turned into a calm, dead fish-eyed look, as if having experienced this often, anticipating what’s next.
"Little Nob, where are you headed? Ti to go back to sleep with mom... When did you learn to fly? You’re really impressive..."
Sure enough, Emhart was promptly hugged tightly by Gabriel, squeezed alongside a crystal in her broad, soft embrace, engulfed by her overflowing maternity.
But Emhart was not like Fisher, he found no comfort in a woman’s arms, only suffering.
Indeed, during their ti together, Gabriel’s condition worsened.
She started viewing Emhart as her second child, the sibling to that broken crystal in her arms, even giving him the absurd na "Nob."
"But Little Nob is not obedient, needs to be more like his brother. Running around like this could cause you harm, and mom would be worried."
Gabriel carried Emhart, who was dubbed "escape failure number two hundred twenty-seven" through the bookshelf, and once more returned to the center of the Wisdom Vortex with his hopeless expression.
At this mont, not only was it empty, Gabriel had fetched many baby supplies from the vortex’s storeroom, seemingly for a previously stillborn baby, including a baby crib, a Light Halo energy charger for Angels, various Holy Object toys, and more...
"It’s sleep ti now, join your brother, Little Nob."
Gabriel first placed the crystal in the crib, then lifted the blanket to place Emhart next to the crystal’s baby shadow.
Emhart quickly struggled, angrily shouting,
"I don’t want to! Damn it! It’s sleep, sleep every day, all the ti! I refuse! Let go! Aaahhh!"
But of course, he couldn’t escape Gabriel’s grasp.
Yet surprisingly this ti, Gabriel with her dull expression lifted Emhart up in both hands, putting him before herself.
Faced with such a sudden and unfamiliar action, Emhart was stunned, unsure of Gabriel’s new reaction.
Next second, Gabriel tilted her head, picking up a spherical Holy Object like a small sun, a Light Halo energy charger for Angels, and pushed the radiant sphere against Emhart’s face, asking confusedly,
"Is Little Nob hungry? Here’s sothing to recharge..."
"Damn it!"
Emhart, with mouth agape, sputtered out the glowing sphere in irritation.
He spat out the light ball, furiously berating Gabriel’s blank expression,
"Damn it! I told you countless tis, I’m not Nob! I’m Emhart, the great Sir Book Knight! Your child is dead, that unnad crystal! Stop naming , treat it as your child! Leave alone, okay?!"
Even after the outburst, Gabriel showed no reaction, maintaining her puppet-like posture, holding Emhart uphanded, staring at him with vacant eyes.
Emhart’s anger slowly dissipated in the face of her vacant gaze, whether out of pity or indifference to confronting a crazed Angel. After a few seconds of staring at Gabriel, he sighed again, resigning.
Emhart’s eyes turned into lifeless fish-eyes, clearing his throat, reciting emotionlessly,
"Oh, mom, Nob is so sleepy, let go to sleep... whimper, whimper, whimper..."
Upon hearing his falsetto voice, Gabriel finally reacted, slowly embracing the book, then cautiously placing Emhart next to the crystal in the crib, covering him snugly in blankets,
"Little Nob, sleep well, grow up... Mom is right here."
"..."
Then, Gabriel stood up, softly rocking the crib, the gentle swaying failed to shake the dead fish expression off Emhart’s face.
He glanced at the nearby crystal holding the baby’s shadow, shuddered slightly in revulsion, turned away from it, grumbling quietly,
"Fisher, when will you co to get ? During my absence, be careful, Paimon is a ruthless monster, if you’re not careful, you’ll encounter trouble with her..."
Emhart lying in the crib didn’t notice Gabriel outside gently rocking it seed to hear his words.
Following, Gabriel tilted her head dully, her gaze shifting to the world outside the vortex.
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