At this mont, all the humans in the settlent were crowded quietly into their respective houses, cautiously watching the distant house of the Clan Leader, even the owner of that house, the Human Clan Leader, stood outside, looking over there.
The reason was simple: a few days ago, two guests arrived in their settlent.
Frightening guests... no, Gods.
"Creak..."
At this ti, in the pouring rain, the door suddenly swung open before anyone inside was visible, and the humans outside promptly knelt down, fearing they might anger the Gods who had traveled from afar and bring doom upon their tribe.
"Great Gods, good afternoon, please allow us to express our most sincere greetings. Your majestic presence is like the claws and teeth of the Rama Kriya Beast, so..."
"Alright, everyone go rest, no need to be so scared. I’ll prepare the food for tonight."
"Thank you for your generosity, great Gods!"
Faced with the gratitude of these "Ancient Humans," a trace of exasperation slowly appeared on Fisher’s face.
Yes, the "Gods" who arrived a few days ago were none other than Fisher and Helair, sent here by Gabriel. Fisher had originally wanted to find a quieter place to rest, but Helair wanted to stay, saying that so noise would help her recover from her injuries.
What kind of twisted logic is that?
Although those humans had no choice but to acquiesce in front of the two of such a High Rank, even if Fisher looked just like them; after Fisher carried back the prey they would normally take a month to catch on the first day, this stay beca mutually beneficial.
After sending away the people outside, Fisher turned back into the room, his expression sowhat grim, because Helair’s condition inside was still not encouraging.
At this mont, she lay on several layers of animal skins, her pallor and weakness apparent, yet she smiled softly at Fisher. Seeing her kick off the blanket nearby, Fisher couldn’t help but reach out to cover her again.
"Whether covered or not, it’s the sa for a Mythical Species, it’s better for your face to look a bit better than to cover with a blanket~"
Fisher’s hand paused slightly as it clutched the blanket, then he glanced at her, and his expression slowly softened,
"Back then, I was sent here by so power, now I can’t contact anyone. I wonder how Tangze, Mikhail, and Hooked Kiss are. Moreover, Pandora made such a grave mistake, causing the death of several Elves, and even involving the World Tree and the Dragon God, this affair won’t end so easily. You..."
Before he could finish his words, Helair next to him pretended not to hear and closed her eyes with a pale face, as if about to faint.
Initially, Fisher, who was quite worried about her physical state, would have his heart skip a beat; now, after two or three days, he had co to realize that she was usually pretending, simply trying to avoid listening to these discussions.
Fisher looked at her speechlessly, and after a long mont, he sighed in defeat, saying,
"I really admire you. You almost died there, do you know that? You’re so at ease, as if nothing happened... your heart is really big."
Upon hearing Fisher change the subject, she imdiately opened her eyes and stopped pretending. She just smiled and turned slightly to the side. The chaotic threads on her body no longer spread but showed no sign of retreat, just lingering on her body, making Fisher’s gaze linger.
She slightly turned her body, her blue-gold scattered eyes half-hidden under her golden bangs, as she spoke softly,
"Because staying together with you is better than thinking about those things, right? Besides, I haven’t died yet, have I? When you bravely jumped down to save , although it was hard at the ti, my mory of it is vivid... I will never, ever, forget it."
Her voice was gentle, and her eyes looked at him full of watery light, making Fisher daze for a mont,
"...It was just impulsivity."
"Oh, really?"
"Really, I kind of regret it now."
Helair, smiling sweetly, said nothing more, as if seeing through his little piece of pretense.
Perhaps worried about being seen through, Fisher changed the subject again,
"Speaking of which, the chaotic sea is so harmful to all other creatures. Even those Transferred People with such an affinity for chaos can’t withstand it, so why... why am I perfectly fine after jumping into it? And you, you don’t seem too badly off either..."
Fisher looked at Helair in front of him, and she just pouted, shaking her head,
"I don’t know either, do you have any clues?"
After a mont of silence, Fisher suddenly said,
"Gui."
"Gui? That Elf?"
"Yes, back before I advanced to the Mythical Rank, I t Gui. She said I was special because back on the Tree Continent, to save you, I detonated the chaos sealed inside , yet remained unhard, which is why she also took note of ... It’s the sa this ti, getting so close to chaos, yet remaining unhard. The reason might be that there’s indeed so kind of trait in that neither I nor others have ever noticed..."
Helair smiled as she watched the pondering Fisher, her scattered pupils reflecting Fisher’s figure. After a brief pause, she seed to burst with inspiration, clapping her hands and saying,
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