After Mier reassured her repeatedly, Moli finally turned to Fisher beside her and spoke softly,

"Mr. Fischer... I have something about the Dragon Court to discuss with you, please come with me."

"Okay."

"Just... just Mr. Fischer alone."

"..."

Fisher’s movement paused slightly as he was getting up, and Emhardt in his arms indignantly poked his head out and shouted,

"Moli, what do you mean, targeting me? If you have to count, the great Book Knight is actually just a book, your words are useless! Blah blah blah... Right, Fisher?"

"Alright, alright, you stay here for now."

"Fisher, you mom!"

Fisher took the small Emhardt out of his arms, asked him to keep an eye on Ingrid, and promised he’d be back soon.

Mier helplessly stayed in the room to take care of the chattering and fluttering Emhardt and the startled patient Ingrid, just like in the past when he looked after the young and ignorant Lar.

Meanwhile, Fisher followed Moli, who was dressed in a priest robe, outside. She led the way, and Fisher was far less knowledgeable about the Dragon Court than she was.

"With such a big issue earlier, aren’t you going to handle it?"

"My part is already done."

"That fast?"

"Hmm..."

"Where are we headed?"

"We’ll be there soon, Mr. Fischer..."

Fisher didn’t ask further, because indeed, as Moli said, they arrived soon enough.

The next second, they stopped right in front of Fisher’s own room.

"Back to my room?"

"...Yes."

Moli nodded her head, then stepped forward to push open the door, pointing to a distant corridor. At the end of the corridor was a corner, the specific place Moli was indicating,

"Go past that corner, walk straight... through the Royal Court, and you’ll arrive directly at my resting place..."

"What?"

"It’s... very close..."

"..."

Fisher turned his head back in a daze to find her face slightly flushed, with the long ears on the sides of her head flapping rapidly, seeming to express her current emotions.

There was no need for doubt; Fisher felt that the place where he now rested was arranged by Moli for him, which was why there was this "shortcut"... Well, pretty convenient.

He wisely refrained from asking where Rafael lived, because no matter where he stayed, Rafael would surely come looking for him.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

Footsteps echoed from the distant corridor. Fisher didn’t look that way, but gently pushed Moli into the room first. Once both of them were inside, Fisher silently closed the door to prevent being discovered by others.

Fisher looked at the tightly closed door, as the footsteps outside passed by, completely unaware of any anomaly here.

Once the footsteps faded away, Fisher turned his head back, saying,

"Doing this is dangerous. If Rafael were to find out..."

"Mwah!"

Just as he turned his head, a pair of soft lips tightly pressed against his own, as if claiming him, capturing Fisher in a kiss.

"..."

His body froze, concentrating all his effort on feeling the warm and soft lips in front of him, alongside her proud figure.

The touch, as warm and passionate as a hot spring, filled every part of Fisher, capturing him in this unexpected ambush.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Outside the door came another series of hurried footsteps, while Fisher’s back pressed completely against the door due to Moli’s sudden kiss. The footsteps and vibrations outside were just inches away from him and Moli, as if they might be discovered any second by the people outside, observing a strange human man and their High Priest in such intimate contact.

Predictably, news like this would quickly reach the Queen of the Dragon Court, leading to serious consequences later...

But the more dangerous it was, the more exciting it became.

Feeling the commotion outside, Moli’s body trembled, yet her kiss became even more fervent and captivating. Fisher could even feel her accelerating heartbeat...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After a long while, the footsteps outside gradually subsided, and only then did Moli reluctantly release Fisher from her embrace...

The silver thread connecting their lips signified her lingering desire.

Between breaths, her voice, soft and sweet as cotton candy, came through,

"Ha... Ooh..."

"Fisher... I also, really missed you."