"Huh? I don’t like older guys, okay? I like soone younger than ! What are you talking about... Stop knocking on !!"
Ingrid covered her head with one hand while the other hand began a swift counterattack. In a mont, it looked like children playfully bickering and couldn’t stop.
"Enough! So, what is Paimon, and why did you suddenly run over to hit ?!"
Ingrid gritted her teeth and shouted, scaring Emhardt into shrinking back into Fisher’s embrace, repeatedly saying to Fisher,
"Quick, Fisher! She’s about to blow her cover! Let’s run!"
Fisher looked speechlessly at Ingrid, who was lying on the ground holding her head. He waited for a long ti, but she made no move.
If it weren’t for the fact that the two of them were being utterly childish, like kids pecking at each other, Fisher wouldn’t just do nothing.
He glanced at Emhardt in his arms and couldn’t help but ask,
"Do you have any way to expose Helair’s disguise?"
"...No. Paimon is, after all, an Eighteenth Rank Demon God, and disguises aren’t that easy to reveal. Or you could try beating her disguise to death, maybe, probably, perhaps then... hmm, you could see?"
"..."
Fisher tapped his forehead hidden in his arms, slightly clearing Emhardt’s startled mind.
Then he looked at Ingrid, who was sitting up holding her head, and said to her,
"We can’t take you with us; the plan remains as I just said. You can try reporting other things, though I think you resting back at the press might be better."
"Fine, fine, if I’m not going, I’m not going, why hit ... and say I’m that... Paimon? I have a job, okay, I’m a legitimate reporter at Schwali!"
Ingrid shot a fierce glance at Emhardt, who just stuck his tongue out at her, almost making her smash him with the Picture Keeper in anger.
Fortunately, before that happened, Fisher had already led the now cald Emhardt to lie on the ground at a distance, leaving the spot by the fire for her, along with so furs and leaves picked up from the wild.
This might be for the best since Fisher never planned on taking this woman, whom he had just t a day ago, along with him. There was no need for it.
Even putting aside the matter of Helair, Fisher would not add any debts ford from his greed. He had many wronged Ladies to make ands with; he needed to restrain himself anyway. Besides, bringing her over without knowing how to explain to Rafael was another concern.
Following Fisher’s strategy, he intended to deal with these contradictions gradually, resolving issues one Lady at a ti. He absolutely couldn’t allow them to et without any preamble; otherwise, without Renie, it would truly result in a clash of Thunder and Earth...
Fisher held the back of his head, staring at the starry sky, unable to sleep for a long ti. On his chest, the rectangular Emhardt lay there also looking at the stars, occasionally glancing at Ingrid, who had already curled up in the furs and leaves far away.
After a long while, seeing Fisher hadn’t closed his eyes or rested, not knowing what he was pondering, Emhardt asked,
"Aren’t you going to rest either? Well, you can guard against that guy. If she’s Paimon, she might secretly take you away at night, and as a Book, I can’t stop her... Right, I forgot to ask, how did you enter the Mythical Rank?"
"Didn’t you say you were brought by Gabriel Angel Leader to watch from above Ideal Country earlier? That’s when I entered the Mythical Rank, didn’t you know?"
"I’m not watching you every mont, and seeing you with that person, looking completely enwrapped and oblivious in the land of tenderness, it made my myocardium hurt, almost dying in dear mom’s arms!"
Hearing that moniker, Fisher couldn’t help but lower his head to look at him, asking,
"...Do you think Gabriel is your creator?"
"I don’t know either, but I think she is; even if she’s not, it doesn’t matter... I initially lost my mory twice, once when the Holy Land collapsed, losing all mories—where I ca from, who created , what my purpose was; the other ti in the Abyss of the Demon Dynasty, losing much knowledge I had seen, even forgetting things I saw in the Abyss. But both tis are related to that Paimon guy!"
Fisher touched his book cover, then answered the previous question Emhardt asked,
"I entered the Mythical Rank with Helair’s help."
Emhardt looked up at him with a surprised glance, pouting and brainstorming for a while before maliciously speculating about Paimon,
"Hah, then she must have so plan for you, no way she genuinely wanted to help. That’s definitely not her type... Hmm, maybe she wants to study you by taking your kidney?"
"What kind of speculation is that... Let’s stop talking about her and get so rest, Emhardt."
"Mm, good night..."
Emhardt turned over, facing Fisher with the side with the eyes. Just about to rest, he looked at Fisher again and asked,
"What about you, not resting?"
"I’ll rest later."
"What are you thinking?"
"I don’t know, maybe nothing at all."
"Ha, everyone has a corresponding purpose and reason for doing anything... Co on, you must be thinking sothing, unless you want the great Book Knight to guess?"
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