"That curse-spouting Paimon, did he call you darling?"
"Huh?"
"Huh, what? If it wasn't you, was he calling a puppy?"
Fisher hadn't expected that Helaier would catch onto the way he was addressed earlier. He thought she didn't care, not realizing she just restrained herself earlier, waiting to confront him here.
Confronted by Elliog's questioning, Fisher could only reply helplessly,
"...He was probably calling me."
"Then what do you call her?"
"Helaier?"
"...Hmph."
Elliog crossed her arms, and the flames behind her sharpened in irritation. She gnawed her lip with her fangs, her eyes drifting upwards as if in thought.
But before a minute passed, she was yawning languidly, as if the mental strain was too much for her energy.
So she decided to give up and directly asked Fisher,
"In your human language, or even in an angel's, is there a term more impressive than 'darling'?"
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