After a moment of silence, Fisher interrupted Emhardt's impending reminder and asked earnestly.
Emhardt hesitated slightly, then pitifully pouted and said,
"I want... but I don't want you to have a conflict with Gabriel's mom... She hasn't done anything wrong; she's just too pitiful... Although she's an Angel Leader, and although she possesses a vast amount of wisdom... I feel nothing from her but a boundless despair and emptiness... Her child was taken away from her; she's in immense pain, yet she has no way to alleviate it... And I, I have the opportunity to help him, even if it means staying here forever... After all... after all, I was created by the Holy Descendants."
Indeed, the Holy Descendants he encountered after arriving in this era were far from the great race he once imagined.
"If that's the case, I understand..."
Fisher took a deep breath and then held Emhardt tightly, never letting go, raising his eyes to look at Gabriel standing before him.
