"It won't be much trouble, and you don't need to do anything extra... The thing is, my actual job on the Western Continent involves researching demi-humans."
Every time Fisher mentioned this, the demi-human woman to be researched would start feeling something was off and become alert, even the most dull-witted should sense a hint of suspicion, but the nun in front of him seemed not to understand at all, merely nodding to show she had heard.
The Emhardt on his shoulder sighed, unable to stand it anymore, and started making frantic gestures towards Ilois.
Seeing this, Ilois thought he felt unwell and pointed at Emhardt with a finger, saying to Fisher,
"That… Mr. Fisher, your Book Knight on the shoulder seems to be in discomfort, his expression looks painful…"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Fisher turned his head expressionlessly to look at Emhardt beside him, who quickly averted his gaze and started whistling,
"What discomfort? No, not at all, who's feeling unwell? You?"
"..."
