Helair was indeed exceptionally beautiful, but her eating habits were far from graceful, or perhaps she could be graceful but was simply too lazy to bother. Her cheeks puffed slightly, and as she spoke, she spat out a peach pit that flew into the distant soil. Her barely coherent words followed.
"The Elf Duke is a Nineteenth Rank being, and Master Tao is even more outstanding among them, even comparable to the Elf King. Even if you're worried now, there's nothing you can do about it. If we're discovered, we'll just have to wait for death; there's no way to escape anyway~ Are you really not going to eat this peach? It's really delicious."
"..."
Looking at the plump peach Helair handily offered him with a smile, Fisher wasn't particularly concerned that she would poison him or anything.
As Helair said, if beings at the pinnacle of the Nineteenth Rank truly discovered that they came from the Holy Land, they wouldn't need such methods to turn them all into peach tree planters.
