"So, you're saying that Paimon actually knew you a long, long time ago, even before I did, and waited for you in the river of fate for ten thousand years?"
"...That's indeed the case."
"So, in reality, it wasn't Paimon who took you away from me; rather, I took you away from her and put a cap on her?"
"Um... huh?"
Fisher nodded and then lifted her head to look at the thoughtful Elliog, full of bewilderment. Somehow, her thoughts arrived at this conclusion.
You say it's incorrect, yet it seems correct; but if you say it's correct, Fisher felt there was something off about it. From his perspective, the sequence of events was rather clear.
However, seeing her previously furious expression dissipate a bit like clearing after the rain, he didn't dwell on these trivial matters at this crucial moment.
Elliog glanced at Fisher again. After confirming there were no remnants of death on him, she sighed slightly and said to Fisher,
