"Let go of me! Scumbag! I'm going to fight you!"
Walking in the corridor, Emhardt, held by Fisher, was fussing and yelling loudly, apparently discontent with Fisher for a long time.
Jokingly, Fisher had kindly paid attention to his health, yet he was treated with such ingratitude. Truly fed, overly pampered—ugh! Scumbag!
"I need to talk to you, stop fussing around."
Fisher gently released Emhardt, allowing him to float mid-air and look up seriously at him as he spoke.
"...What is it?"
Emhardt squinted at Fisher, deciding to trust him one last time, and obediently flew in front of him, ready to see what nonsense he was going to spout.
"When we were in the Saint Nali Royal Library before, we struck a deal, trading a period of your companionship for the knowledge I possess, right?"
"Hmm, what about it? Are you planning to go back on your word?"
Fisher nodded, then shook his head before Emhardt could explode in anger, interrupting his spellcasting,
