Working with an angel like Helair is definitely not a fortunate thing, at least that's what Fisher thinks. Helair's actions, apart from bringing amusement and raising one's blood pressure, have no other effect, leaving him very troubled.
Just like now, she crouches by the river, watching the fish swim inside uneasily, and mischievously pokes the tail of a fish with her hand, driving it towards the entrance of another predator's lair. Then, just when the predator thinks food has been delivered, Helair picks up the innocent little fish and drags the larger predator fish ashore.
"In my opinion, you don't intervene just to purely enjoy this journey more; you're here on vacation."
Fisher sighed, holding a pessimistic attitude about the journey. Hearing his sigh, Helair immediately turned her head with a cheerful smile and said,
