"She said, she knows you’re not ready yet, so this is just a small reminder. She changed the summoning ritual to... a Demon God still locked in the Abyss, so the ritual won’t succeed no matter what, but next time she won’t be able to help you...

"She said, [the game] is still ongoing, don’t forget that... that’s it."

Listening to this, Emhardt felt as if his imaginary heart was about to leap out of his chest,

"A game?! Fisher, you! You actually dare to play a game with her?! You, you, you, have some nerve. What are you playing at, hasn’t some part of you gone missing already?"

Unlike Emhardt’s worry and panic, Fisher seemed quite calm. He furrowed his brows, lost in thought.

Of course, he knew what Helair meant by the game...

"One price, three divine favors"

But before leaving the Holy Land, Helair’s three fingers had already been snapped, so does that mean two of the divine favors have already been consumed?

But then, what were the two divine favors granted to him?

And what was the corresponding price?

Tut, that wicked woman is really...

For some reason, Helair’s stunningly beautiful smile flashed abruptly through Fisher’s mind...

But at this moment, he seemed to have the same feeling as Emhardt.

Perhaps those alluring blue-golden speckled eyes of hers were hiding somewhere, watching his every move closely.

But in any case, this would still lead back to a riddle Fisher found utterly perplexing...

What on earth is Helair’s goal?

"...I understand."

But he didn’t delve into this completely clueless question, didn’t continue the topic, and instead, he spoke to the unfortunate reporter in front of him who was scared witless, like a chick,

"Previously, I didn’t understand many things here, so I agreed to let you into that factory, which put you in danger. But you’re lucky, at least you survived, maybe now you’ll think twice and ensure your own safety..."

Ingrid hurriedly nodded; only facing terrifying matters could wake her up. Previously, this fellow recklessly wanted to go to the Dragon Court with Fisher, but seeing danger up close finally made her realize the potential consequences—surely she’s left with quite a scar in her heart,

"Uuuh, uncle, I was wrong... I’ll never do it again... I’m going back to Schwali’s hometown to farm, uwu... I’ll never be a reporter again..."

"It doesn’t have to come to that..."

Fisher chuckled reluctantly as he clasped Emhardt, who had been nudging his shoulder incessantly wanting to know the inside story of his game with Helair, and tucked him into his arms, then advised her,

"For the time being, you should stay in the Dragon Court and not wander around; this place is unlike Schwali or other places. If you’re not cautious and something happens, I won’t be responsible. Once things settle down, I’ll find a way to send you back."

"Mm... okay. By the way, those two demons aren’t dead yet; I don’t know where they hid, uncle, you..."

"Those two aren’t actual Demon Species, just attendants serving them, posing a greater threat to ordinary humans like you... I’ll handle it, rest assured..."

"Mm..."

"Thud!"

Just then, the door behind Fisher was slowly pushed open a bit. Ingrid immediately shrunk into the blankets to hide, while Fisher and Mier turned back to look, only to see a large, watery eye gazing at everyone in the room.

"Moli?"

Fisher spoke with suspicion, and outside the door, the Whale-man girl flapped her long ears, evidently not expecting so many people here.

After a moment’s hesitation, she pushed open the door, somewhat bashfully saying,

"Mr. Fisher..."

Mier was a bit surprised and instinctively asked,

"Moli, weren’t you busy with Lord Raphael earlier, how come... oh..."

As she spoke, she noticed Moli continually glancing at Fisher beside her; even someone as dense as Mier should’ve sensed something was up.

Could it be that Moli had just used her supposed busy schedule as a diversion for Lord Raphael, and once confirming that Lord Raphael was truly occupied, she secretly snuck back?!

"Well... um, I... haha, I have some matters, Moli, Fisher... I... I didn’t see anything, I’m leaving now."

Mier laughed awkwardly, stood up to leave swiftly, but was grabbed by Moli at the doorway.

Moli’s little face was slightly red as she too spoke a bit awkwardly,

"Mier, I just... have something to discuss with Mr. Fisher, that’s all, nothing happened. You stay here and take care of this human, and... we’ll be back soon."

"Ah... okay, no problem, Moli."

"Don’t ever tell Raphael about this, okay? Mier, you wouldn’t want me to reveal such secret matters you know, right?"

"...Mmhmm!"

Mier nodded with teary eyes, still wondering why something that had nothing to do with her made her heart race so nervously, yet Fisher, who should’ve panicked, remained entirely unphased.