"Rafael..."
Faced with Rafael’s firm stance, Moli couldn’t help but falter, oppressed by her words, retreating until she could retreat no further.
In truth, neither Moli nor Rafael wanted to start an open conflict; they had been comrades and sisters, supporting each other for four years, sothing Fisher couldn’t easily shake.
Their long companionship had given them deep insights into each other’s personalities, avoiding words that would hurt too much, leaving breathing space for each other. Seeing Rafael’s unprecedented firmness, Moli found herself at a loss for words.
More importantly, Moli indeed had no better reason to fight for Fisher.
She had nothing, and a simple "I don’t want to give up" couldn’t achieve anything, adding only conflict without any other purpose.
Compared to Rafael, her relationship with Mr. Fisher was like a blank paper, lacking justification and reason.
Seeing Moli’s defeated look, Rafael showed no sign of victory; she seed to realize her words were too harsh, but there was no room for regret.
She paused briefly, softened her tone slightly, and said to Moli,
"Sorry, Moli... Let’s leave it at this for now. Let’s both calm down, and then we’ll discuss this matter. This happened too suddenly; I wasn’t prepared..."
"I understand, Rafael... Please rest well, and we’ll talk more when you’re ready."
Moli took a small step back, her gaze shimring as she responded to Rafael.
Rafael gratefully looked at Moli, who had made space not far away, and then turned to Fisher beside her, speaking softly and calmly,
"Fisher, co with ."
Then, Rafael turned ahead and walked into the depths of the Royal Court.
Watching her figure fade into the depths of the corridor, Fisher finally recovered a bit from his silence.
During most of the ti just now, he remained silent, not because he wanted to see Rafael and Moli clash due to his mistakes, but because he had no room to maneuver.
Objectively, first of all, the incident was sudden, breaking into his unprepared situation in a near-defunct manner, leaving little ti to react, and the situation was too complex and dreadful, even rendering Fisher dumbfounded.
Though he was of Mythical Rank, he couldn’t use his higher rank to resolve emotional conflicts, or more precisely, he couldn’t directly use it.
Well, here again, thanks to the great Book Knight, thanks to his betrayal causing the current situation, Fisher would properly thank him later.
Secondly, he had just returned from the past to the present, with a four-and-a-half-year gap during which many things occurred, and he had been separated from the two Ladies for a long ti, not knowing their bonds and relationships. He hadn’t figured out the changes in Dragon Court and the conditions of the chaotic scene, nor how Moli suddenly ended up here...
Any response might have had oversights; it was better not to speak temporarily, understanding the principle that the more you say, the more errors you might make.
Yet from the interaction between Rafael and Moli just now, Fisher gained a general understanding of their relationship.
Their emotions were deep, their bond strong.
Thanks to the unwillingness to harm each other, they didn’t further intensify their conflict, temporarily separating. Of course, this doesn’t an the matter is settled; at least Fisher believes even if they don’t settle with each other, he should face his own reckoning.
Fisher would rather let the Ladies settle with him because he understands these consequences stem from his unbridled demands, deserving such punishnt.
Admittedly, Fisher does have a sense of awareness in this regard.
Thinking about this, Fisher turned to look at Moli, but saw her forcing a smile, clearly still not recovered from the aftermath of the conflict, she said to Fisher,
"Mr. Fischer, you go first, I’m... it’s okay. Rafael probably has things to discuss with you..."
"Alright, Moli."
Fisher nodded, then took a deep breath and walked down the corridor Rafael entered, disappearing into the darkness under the gaze of the Whale-man Species.
He passed through the corridor and soon reached the palace deep within the Royal Court.
The gate opened before him, in the suddenly bright hall inside, Fisher saw Rafael’s figure hanging the cloak held in her hand earlier.
Her tail drooped down, looking sowhat weary; hearing the footsteps behind, she paused for a mont before a low voice ca,
"Close the door first."
"Okay."
Following her instruction, Fisher gently closed the heavy door behind him upon entering the palace.
Looking ahead, Rafael was arranging the cloak on the rack, ticulously smoothing each inch and fold, an act seemingly without purpose, done silently without knowing why.
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