"Have you calmed down, dear~"

"..."

Fisher gritted his teeth as he pulled his finger back from her mouth. The force of inertia made him involuntarily retreat, and as she moved, the surrounding darkness surged like tides, sending out ripples. She raised her head, revealing a bit of her figure covered in a white robe, as though swimming in the sea, smilingly looking at Fisher.

"You haven’t answered my question."

Helair looked at Fisher and didn’t answer his question. Instead, she asked,

"Why, are you worried I might harm those women you know?"

"You... actually found me a long time ago, didn’t you?"

"Yes, in theory, I’ve known you for ten thousand years, earlier than anyone you’ve met, isn’t that right? Although I didn’t find you right from the start, due to certain reasons, I did take notice of you very early on."

"Then why..."

Fisher was somewhat puzzled. He wondered, if Helair had noticed him so early, why didn’t she stop him from meeting other Ladies, remaining hidden until he returned from the Holy Land...

Helair’s smile faded slightly, clearly aware of what Fisher wanted to ask. But she seemed unwilling to discuss this topic further, only flashing a cheerful smile again and asked Fisher, 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Fisher, what if I say, this time I’m coming for those women you know? If the demons are released by me, and I’m going to take action against them and everything they have, for example, your Dragon Queen, letting her fall to a fate of a ruined kingdom and death, what would you do?"

Fisher looked directly at Helair in front of him. After a moment of pause, he resolutely replied,

"I won’t let you succeed."

"Even if it means you’ll face possibly three Eighteenth Rank demons including me, or more with ranks higher than yours? Even if you’re isolated and helpless, even if the Ladies you intend to protect will turn against each other, will harm each other, will harm you..."

"The answer is the same, Helair."

As he spoke, Fisher suddenly felt as if someone touched his shoulder. The darkness blocked his originally keen senses, leaving him only with the primitive method of turning his head to observe his surroundings.

Upon turning his head, Helair, who was supposed to be smiling at him stood once again mysteriously leaning on his shoulder, like a gauzy veil lightly pressing against Fisher’s cheek,

"Even if it means you have to make me sad?"

"..."

Fisher just looked at her, remaining silent without replying.

Helair, leaning on Fisher’s shoulder naturally understood his sentiment, sighed and said,

"Such heartlessness... To me, ten thousand years have passed, yet I have never changed; to you, mere moments have gone by, and you’ve changed this quickly."

"It’s not the same, Helair..."

"...You should really be thankful for that damned elusive one, Fisher."

Mentioning that term, the expression of Helair on his shoulder had already turned cold. She sneered softly, then gently pushed Fisher’s shoulder, and floated away into the darkness.

"Elusive one?"

"Ah, someone very annoying, the mastermind behind all of this today..."

Helair shook her head, seemingly unwilling to mention anything about the so-called "elusive one," she just floated out, interrupting the previous conversation.

Mastermind?

Fisher chewed over this term, clearly hearing the unusual tone in Helair’s voice, carefully pondering; it seemed to be the first time she also felt troubled and disliked that "elusive one."

As she drifted further away, her figure once again hid within the shadows, appearing like a ghost behind Fisher, behind his ear, by his hand, near his heartbeat.

Once again, Fisher felt her kiss his cheek, like a current running through, bringing a tingling sensation.

Returning from the darkness, her icy expression completely vanished, reverting back to her original smiling appearance, though the smile lacked its former playfulness, gaining some solemnity,

"I really dislike those other women you’ve met. They are like nails embedded into your flesh, pinning you to the whirlpool of demise, preventing you from reaching me. And you, just like a fool, under the instigation of those malicious ones, oblivious to pain, take up the hammer and nail those nails into yourself one by one, thinking it is sweet beyond compare...

"The Doomsday Prophecy is approaching, and if you don’t escape, you will perish in it. Fisher, you don’t even know what I’ve gone through in these ten thousand years, what you faced before was merely the prelude to annihilation, swallowing countless times stronger than you are now, Nali, Dragon Court, where my homeland Holy Land, the Elves’ Tree Continent, Fermat Baha’s Dragon Court were consumed whole; how could I bear putting you in such danger?

"Weren’t you curious about what I am, why I could trigger the Seal on you? I’ll tell you now, I’m the last remaining Angel Species, before you left, I met the Elf Slot who could see the future...

"She found me and revealed the inevitably destructive future and the way to escape the fate of demise. She shared with me knowledge about Chaos and prophecies related to annihilation... She sacrificed herself, wanting to find a bright, broad path for this world; she said you’re the key to resolving this Doomsday Prophecy, hoping I could help you secretly, but she couldn’t provide me with the power to overturn everything...