Chapter 554: 65. Pseudopregnancy Theory (Two in One)_3

Only now did Fisher fully empathize with the headache and irritability that had appeared on her face at the time; after all, who could have imagined that he too would find himself in the miserable situation of having to explain adult knowledge to someone else?

“You just need to know that touching the ears absolutely will not result in offspring.”

“But… the Mother Goddess was also a human who ate the apple. Since we’re her children, could we also have a similar constitution?”

Fisher grimaced and replied with obvious impatience,

“You are a demi-human. According to the understanding of the Creation Scripture, you are not the child of the Mother Goddess… not a biological one at least.”

Upon hearing this, Ilois’s eyes filled with more and more tears, like a flood about to spill over, and her expression, along with those tears, grew increasingly aggrieved; it seemed that those words had caused her great pain.

“Is that true, Mr. Fisher?”

Her question was both sincere and sad, the light in her eyes flickering, making one wish to comfort her, unable to bear wounding her heart any further.

And how should Fisher, a non-believer, explain?

Tell her it’s all false because the entire belief in the Mother Goddess is a deception?

Fisher was indeed skilled at consoling others, but he couldn’t say that, not with Ilois cradling her abdomen the way she was.

He sighed and then brought a bowl of soup made from venison over to Ilois, explaining to her,

“It’s false, in truth the Mother Goddess loves every living creature on the ground equally… animals without spiritual wisdom are her flesh and blood, while humans and demi-humans with spiritual wisdom are brothers and sisters, they are the beloved children of the Mother Goddess, and it is their very own unique traits, distinctly different from the Mother Goddess, that she remembers.”

“So, it is perfectly normal for us to have different natures and characteristics from the Mother Goddess. Indeed, you are not pregnant, and the symptoms you’re exhibiting now are illusory… I won’t leave until you’re back to normal and until I find the real cause of your false pregnancy.”

“Now, can you eat some soup for breakfast? It’s going to get cold soon.”

Emhardt, perched on Fisher’s shoulder, had grown accustomed to Fisher’s sophisticated tactics. After all, ever since he had been following this fellow, he had nearly gone mad with the things he had seen. This type of deception was especially effective on naive demi-humans like her.

Ilois looked at the soup boiling in Fisher’s pot and involuntarily swallowed saliva. Not daring to look at Fisher by her side, she stubbornly thought that not drinking it would be wasteful so she might as well treasure it even more.

She silently took the bowl of soup from Fisher’s hands. According to her usual habits, she definitely wouldn’t partake in anything Fisher had touched because it might affect the baby. But since Fisher was now the father of the child, it wouldn’t matter to use the same utensils as him, right?

She took a sip of the deer soup Fisher had made under Emhardt’s guidance and her eyes lit up slightly; she unconsciously smiled and praised Fisher,

“It’s delicious…”

But then she suddenly remembered something, and that sunny smile quickly turned into a pout because she had just begun contemplating whether to keep Mr. Fisher here to help raise the child. But wouldn’t that be going against the teachings of the Mother Goddess?

No, no, no, how could she think such a thing?

Yet now, she already had a child. She couldn’t let it die, could she…

Wait, didn’t Mr. Fisher just say she might not truly be pregnant?

Indeed, Ilois hadn’t really heard much of what Fisher had said. Her somewhat overwhelmed mind didn’t allow her to take in all the conversation, only managing to distill the useful content so as not to miss everything.

Watching Ilois daydream yet continue eating, Fisher supported his chin with one hand and tapped his thigh with the other, suddenly asking,

“Have you finished eating, Sister Ilois?”

“Huh? Ate… yes, I guess?”

She looked down at the now-empty pot and swallowed saliva, unsure whether she was full or not, but Fisher didn’t seem to have any intention of making another pot. He just glanced at her hand unconsciously placed on her lower abdomen and said,

“If it’s not enough, I can get you some bread from outside. I saw some in the cupboard… However, Ilois, it won’t be simple to uncover the principle behind your false pregnancy. I need to understand details about the Moon Rabbit Species from you to draw any conclusions. Is that okay?”

Emhardt’s expression changed as he listened. He glanced at Fisher, increasingly feeling that this process was all too similar to Fisher’s usual research on demi-humans.

You rascal, are you actually looking to use the investigation of the Moon Rabbit’s false pregnancy to study the Moon Rabbit Species? After all, you can confirm that her pregnancy is false and not real…

“But… can we really do this? If… if we don’t find anything in the end, with a little rabbit, I… I won’t be able to serve the Mother Goddess…”

At that moment, Emhardt on Fisher’s shoulder spoke up to reassure Ilois,

“Relax, this guy is one of the foremost demi-human scholars on the Western Continent… that’s for sure in all respects. Along the way, we’ve encountered many demi-humans with different characteristics, and he’s quite experienced in dealing with these issues. You might try trusting him a bit. And even if we don’t find anything and it turns out you’re carrying his child, he will definitely take responsibility, right?”

Fisher glanced neutrally at the colorful Emhardt, temporarily ignoring the suggestive undertones in his words. Pulling out a pen and paper to Record, he turned his gaze to the nun before him, a rare continuation of Emhardt’s words, and made a very standard Mother Goddess prayer gesture,

“Sister Ilois, can you try to place your trust in me? I swear by the Mother Goddess, I will not let you down.”

Sunlight streamed into the room from the church outside, illuminating Fisher’s handsome profile, leading Ilois, a devout child of the Mother Goddess, to momentarily struggle to discern whether he was the demon that beguiled humans in the Creation Scripture or the angel that guided them towards the future.