"Then I'll give you a gift later too!"
Nilim said earnestly, "I've got it, my human friend!"
"My name is Aiwass, don't call me human. Just like I wouldn't call you fairy, okay?"
Aiwass held up his palm and spoke seriously to her.
Nilim flew over, hugged Aiwass's nose, and kissed Aiwass — but Aiwass didn't feel anything, it was even a bit like being bitten by a mosquito.
"Mm! Aiwass!"
She said happily, "My friend, Aiwass!"
But Nilim quickly realized something, "Aiwass, what are you doing here?"
"— He came to find me, Miss Nilim."
A somewhat weary but still steady voice came from inside.
A walking stick tapped against the soft soil, and boots swept over fallen leaves as Sherlock strolled out at a leisurely pace.
In that moment, Nilim's fur bristled.
She disappeared in a flash from the spot and then appeared behind Aiwass. Her wings flapped noisily as she clutched a strand of Aiwass's hair and yelled, "It's the bad guy! Bad guy Sherlock!"
