"Huh? I don't like older guys, okay? I like someone younger than me! What are you talking about... Stop knocking on me!!"
Ingrid covered her head with one hand while the other hand began a swift counterattack. In a moment, it looked like children playfully bickering and couldn't stop.
"Enough! So, what is Paimon, and why did you suddenly run over to hit me?!"
Ingrid gritted her teeth and shouted, scaring Emhardt into shrinking back into Fisher's embrace, repeatedly saying to Fisher,
"Quick, Fisher! She's about to blow her cover! Let's run!"
Fisher looked speechlessly at Ingrid, who was lying on the ground holding her head. He waited for a long time, but she made no move.
If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were being utterly childish, like kids pecking at each other, Fisher wouldn't just do nothing.
He glanced at Emhardt in his arms and couldn't help but ask,
"Do you have any way to expose Helair's disguise?"
