And at this moment, Fisher, who was simultaneously being stared at by both of them, had his body become exceedingly rigid, like metal.

This was indeed a terrifying shock for him.

The key lies in the fact that, though he had decided to face his past debts before returning to the present, he never said he would immediately and without preparation endure such a bombardment from two Ladies, let alone understand why it had to be Moli and Rafael, in such a bewildering manner!!

Initially, he thought Moli was asleep at the sea floor, and even with his mind working at 120% capacity, he couldn’t comprehend when Moli sneakily came ashore and stayed with Rafael, thus becoming the High Priest... Wasn’t she supposed to control her curse at the bottom of the sea?

Though, it did appear from the surface that Moli had completely mastered her curse, leaving Fisher unsure whether he should be happy or upset.

His mind constantly flashed like electric arcs, almost burning his brain. Compared to the calm and gentle Moli, she might also be confused, yet no emotion other than bewilderment was produced. But Rafael was different; aside from incredulity, Fisher could also feel flaming anger.

Witnessing his beloved caught in the embrace of his sister, this was undoubtedly uncomfortable.

In Fisher’s mind, he even began to envisage escaping...

He turned his head, catching Emhardt beside him laughing to the point of nearly jumping up to open champagne.

It appeared this guy had probably known something all along, hence his unusual behavior yesterday, and Fisher thought his brain fried.

But speaking of it, since he had decided to return to see Rafael, he inevitably faced the scenario of encountering Moli. This information likely came from Emhardt after arriving at the Southern Branch Mountain Range, specifically the night Fisher drove him away.

Within such a short time frame, what could he prepare? Nothing but a few deep breaths, reminiscing about the past.

Clearly, escaping was not an option.

Either he would never let go, or besides the devastation before him, he would end up empty-handed. What would he choose?

Fisher took a deep breath, trying his best to stay calm, considering this and any similar situations as life-and-death crises, forcing himself to muster all his spirit.

He first distanced himself slightly from Moli, who was tightly clutching him, and as Moli opened her mouth, slightly dazed, he looked toward Rafael and said,

"Rafael, indeed, I know Moli. She entered Saint Nali at the time and happened to be one of my students. It wasn’t until later that I left Saint Nali because I was wanted by Elizabeth, and we parted ways..."

Watching Fisher separate nearly zero-distanced contact with Moli, Rafael’s blank mind finally unfroze; her tail lifted a minor arc as if the words spurred a processing ability in her brain.

For a moment she said nothing, but Moli beside Fisher nodded, looking somewhat worriedly at Fisher and then spoke to him,

"Mr. Fisher, I... ever since mastering the curse, I came ashore. I’ve been inquiring about you, but..."

Moli’s words paused slightly, then hesitated, glancing at Rafael behind her, and couldn’t help asking,

"So, Mr. Fisher, you really are Rafael’s husband?"

"Husband?"

This time, it was Fisher’s turn to be confused, his rhythm for maneuvering disrupted abruptly. He turned to look at Rafael, who bit her lip a little and avoided his gaze slightly, then defiantly looked back.

But there was no confrontation in those eyes, only intense emotion due when she uttered that word...

Rafael herself knew, she hadn’t gone through a wedding ceremony with Fisher, but they already... and he was her tail-matching partner; by Dragon-man Species’ regulations, Fisher should be her husband!

But... Fisher was a human from the Western Continent, where humans specialized in revelry, not fidelity.

Even, she had seen firsthand, women giving Fisher flowers, probably sharing relations with many others!

Looking into Rafael’s straightforward green eyes fixed onto him, Fisher paused momentarily, about to speak, but as the sudden turn came, conflicts began to escalate, and he couldn’t maneuver words freely.

Just as Kexier, holding a child behind him, joined the battle at first, further stirring the already chaotic atmosphere, she spoke to Moli,

"Lady Moli, back before Fisher returned to Saint Nali, he had met Lord Raphael. Truly, Lord Raphael hadn’t held a wedding due to objective conditions, but in Dragon-man Species’ views, Fisher, as Lord Raphael’s tail-matching partner, is indeed Raphael’s husband... Lady Moli, you spent so long in the Dragon Court, you should know what a tail-matching partner signifies to the Dragon-man Species."

"I... I know, but..."