"I got it!"
"...What did you figure out this ti?"
"I know why I’ve been eroded by Chaos but it’s not a big deal!"
"...Why?"
Helair groaned as she struggled to sit up, then she smiled and pointed to Fisher in front of her, saying,
"Because of you."
"Because of ?"
"You forgot, that night in the Ideal Country, you injected so much love into my body... Mmm mmm mmm!"
Before she could finish her words, Fisher darkened his face and covered her mouth. Being weak as she was, she had no power to resist, so Fisher easily succeeded.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Mmm mmm..."
She blinked innocently at Fisher, indicating she was being rational. Seeing her pitiable expression, Fisher couldn’t help but doubt himself.
Could it be that he really is this special, that even injecting such things could have this effect?
Wouldn’t that an that all the ladies involved with him have a certain level of Chaos immunity?
As Fisher pondered, Helairna’s loose white robe gradually slipped off, revealing her terrifying appearance marred by Chaos Pollution.
Just seeing those dreadful wounds made Fisher’s heart ache, so he gently released Helair’s mouth and slowly helped her lie back down.
After a mont of silence, he suddenly asked,
"You’re so smart, didn’t you suspect anything when Pandora and Remiel took you to that cave?"
Lying on the bed, Helair smiled at him and said,
"I realized it... But they’re both of the Nineteenth Rank, even if I suspected sothing, there’s nothing I could do. And I held onto a bit of luck, so... well, and you hadn’t driven away Death then, right? Looking at the results now, isn’t this fine?"
At this mont, Fisher suddenly rembered that ti when she lay in the ocean of Chaos, raising the Holy Grail to him...
Perhaps like her, he wouldn’t forget that scene either?
He didn’t speak, just squeezed her hand lightly.
Helair had no strength to resist, so she allowed him to do so. She just opened her mouth to him and said,
"Fisher, I want to rest..."
Fisher looked down at her, only to see her smiling and closing her eyes, just like that before him.
He understood what Helair ant by "wanting to rest," so after a mont of silence, he turned his body and embraced Helair’s cool body into his arms.
After being embraced by Fisher, whether it was an illusion or not, Fisher always felt that her crown suddenly seed a bit brighter.
She had no extra strength, just leaned softly in his arms, her head moving slightly, nudging against him as if expressing her comfort.
Yes, these days of rest, she had been sticking close to Fisher.
Fisher didn’t want to rest, nor did he close his eyes, he just continued to stroke her back and hair while observing her peaceful sleeping face.
During this silent observation, Fisher suddenly spoke again,
"Next ti, let’s not do this again."
"Not do what?"
Helair yawned, replying like a cat opening its mouth.
"Those adventurous things like before."
"Why?"
"Maybe because I’m rather greedy, always prepared for various dangers, so I wouldn’t mind whatever happens to ... But if it’s you..."
"Don’t worry, dear..."
Helair suddenly interrupted Fisher’s words, smiling lazily as she opened her relaxed blue-gold eyes, saying with sincere earnestness,
"Even if this world ends, you will be fine."
"..."
Fisher was slightly stunned, then glanced over her body full of wounds, reaching out to give her a flick on the forehead,
"Ouch, that hurts~"
"Overconfidence, it’s a habit you should get rid of sooner."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
"Dear~~"
The drizzling rain outside seed like an indescribable song, expressing an unknown joy.
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