"Have you made up your mind? I can't stay in the Holy Land too long; there are other things to attend to..."
At this moment, within the Third Day, the pink-haired angel Yuphile was leaning against the edge of a magnificent building, watching the planet below being stained by the night once more. She turned back to Fisher, who was deep in thought, and asked him.
Awakened by her voice, Fisher raised his head, clearly having made a decision in his mind, and he spoke,
"I understand. I agree to see Michael, take me to him."
Yuphile snapped her fingers and praised him with a smile,
"Smart guy, I was just joking earlier. Actually, I'm not in such a hurry. Bringing you up here was already completing the task ahead of schedule. In my expectation, during the process of bringing you up, we might have had to fight a battle."
"...Why?"
