"Helair? What's wrong with her?"
Emhardt was infuriated by Fisher. Even after leaving Fisher's side for a long time, he familiarly bumped into Fisher's body with his book cover, saying with bitter disappointment,
"What's wrong! She's Paimon!! That Paimon! Do you understand?! You have no idea how terrifying that being is; you have no idea what I saw in the Abyss before, she..."
As he spoke, it was as if a force beyond time and space strangled his voice, abruptly cutting him off.
It seemed to be some kind of confinement, originating from an existence he feared immeasurably.
"We have to escape quickly, Fisher... listen to me, otherwise, we won't meet a good end... let's hurry, can we?"
In the end, Emhardt's words were only those, but even so, Fisher could feel his inner anxiety. Otherwise, he wouldn't demand such an immediate departure after just reuniting without even a moment to relax.
But hearing his words, Fisher's mind kept replaying moments spent with Helair.
Paimon?
