"Alright then, let's prepare to leave. I've already troubled Ilois enough by staying here... By the way, Emhardt, I'm still curious about where you're planning to go after I die. You've never told me before."
"...None of your damn business."
Emhardt cursed as he burrowed into Fisher's arms, slipping back into the pocket he used to love.
As Fisher raised an eyebrow, ready to press further, a rush of footsteps suddenly echoed from the direction of the church hall. He looked up to see the Moon Rabbit Ilois, wearing a well-fitted nun's robe, with slightly reddened eyes, stepping over. Fisher opened his mouth to say something, but she spoke first,
"Mr. Fisher... um, it seems like someone is outside, saying they need to meet you..."
"To see me? A Slime maybe..."
Fisher pondered for a second, thinking that the Slimes had promised to wait for him at McDowell, so they shouldn't be in such a hurry. But if it were someone else, then who could it be?
