Chapter 1390: Chapter 38: Moment of Confession
"Your... intimate relationship with our Priestess Moli, how do you plan to handle it?"
Once Yaril’s words were spoken, the Ancestral Court that was left with only two people suddenly became exceptionally quiet, as if even the sounds of children playing outside the Dragon Court were gradually fading away, leaving only the reverberation of Rafael’s Mother’s words.
Fisher was momentarily stunned, the guard he had just let down due to the gentle atmosphere was now gradually picked up again.
It seemed he wasn’t too naive; being the mother of the Dragon Queen and the former wife of the leader of the South Branch Tribe, Yaril was far less easy-going than she had just appeared. Perhaps ever since he followed Rafael to the Dragon Court, she had already begun to have a preliminary understanding of him.
Facing Fisher’s temporary silence at this moment, Yaril’s earlier motherly smile faded more and more, she stared at the tea in her cup, hardly drunk, in which faint flickers represented countless ancestors of the Dragon Court behind her.
Urged by the gently swaying candlelight, she spoke again,
"Although as you can see, Rafael has grown up, and I have gradually aged, I have never participated in the Dragon Court’s affairs, and I no longer question her decisions. But as her mother, such private matters can never be hidden from me...
"Yesterday, when Rafael brought you back from outside, I already knew. Turns out Moli, who has helped the Dragon Court a lot over the years, also has a significant relationship with you. Rafael even had a conflict with her because of this and hasn’t met her once since yesterday... Mr. Fisher, I hope I am wrong, I hope your connection with Priestess Moli is not as deep as I imagined."
Faced with Yaril’s words, Fisher also looked at the empty cup in front of him, after a moment of silence, he admitted frankly,
"Aunt Yaril, your judgment is correct, Moli indeed has a significant relationship with me."
Having received the answer, Yaril looked calmly at Fisher in front of her, she had long anticipated the answer, so she continued to ask,
"So, what do you plan to do, Mr. Fisher?"
"..."
In fact, greedy Fisher had prepared a standard answer in his mind long ago, he didn’t want to give up anyone, so what lay before him was never a multiple-choice question, all he had been doing from beginning to end was trying to stabilize the situation to make everyone accept each other.
Although, as mentioned earlier, the family situations of those familiar with Fisher, like the Lady, were relatively simple like Fisher’s, but it was precisely the case that both Moli and Rafael from the South Continent needed to consider this issue.
Thus, the goal to "stabilize the situation" and "make everyone accept each other" obviously extended to the family members, and Yaril was the first hurdle he had to face.
Fisher took a deep breath, raised his eyes toward Yaril, and after a second of thought, he continued,
"Aunt Yaril, may I ask if you have already learned of my origins?"
"... I know some, Kexier and others said you are a native Nali person from the Western Continent. On that land, you are a renowned upper-class individual, even on this distant South Continent, you have junior admirers, companions eager to communicate with you. They say you are very friendly, very knowledgeable, that you not only saved my daughter’s life but also gave them freedom. If it weren’t for you, I might never have had the chance to reunite with her, nor would we have today."
"You flatter me, Aunt. As far as it goes, I am merely an ordinary scholar teaching in Nali... Moreover, that was before I was chased and became a fugitive by Nali."
"Chased?"
"Ah, that’s right... When I was serving as a professor, I had an irreconcilable conflict with the current Nali Empress Elizabeth for the sake of one of my students. Although I ultimately saved her, I also became a notorious, nationwide fugitive in Nali."
Yaril took another look at the human man before her, but soon, she withdrew her gaze, unconsciously touched the teacup on the table, feeling the residual warmth on it,
"Was that student very important to you?"
"... Indeed, Aunt Yaril. Though it wasn’t solely for that student, there is no doubt many decisions were made because of her."
Fisher tapped the table, then raised his eyes once more toward Yaril, and continued speaking,
"That student’s name is Moli, she is a Whale-man Species who infiltrated Nali seeking the whereabouts of her aunt."
"..."
Yaril didn’t speak any longer, merely silently watched Fisher before her.
She naturally caught Fisher’s implied meaning, directly saying "I want it all" would be too presumptuous, but stating the nature of his relationship with Moli already served as a response.
After a long silence, Yaril raised her hand to pick up the cup and took a delicate sip of tea, and when she spoke again, she shifted to another topic,
"Mr. Fisher, do you know about the Dragon-man Species?"
"Which aspect do you mean?"
"Regarding tail-matching partners."
"... I know some things, but not much."
Fisher, with a curiosity for knowledge, looked at Yaril opposite him, unanticipated that upon seeing Fisher’s expression, that faint smile on her face became even more profound, amid Fisher’s doubts, she laughed,
