Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1328 - 20: Explosion 2

"Hey, hey, does that imply the Schwali human woman is actually a spy?"

Mier, who had been cut off and feeling uncertain, finally managed to speak and grasp the current situation at this moment.

"Ah..."

"Bang!"

"Rafael, just now..."

As Rafael nodded, about to utter something, the door swung open once more, revealing Moli, who appeared somewhat apprehensive on the outside.

It was at this exact juncture that Fisher suddenly observed her once azure long hair commencing its transformation to black, a possible omen of her curse's emergence.

"There is news from the coastal defense line... it concerns Mr. Fischer's wife..."

Before Moli could complete her statement, Rafael interjected, clenching his jaw.

"Yes, we are already aware. Mier happened to be outside earlier..."

Moli compressed her lips and then fixed a slight frown upon Fisher, her hair growing even darker. Witnessing this, Fisher felt compelled to clarify,

"I do not possess a Schwali wife. I am entirely unacquainted with her."

"Really?"

For reasons unknown, despite Fisher's resolute and earnest clarification, the two ladies seemed unwilling to let him off the hook, harboring the conviction that the visitor's identity as Fisher's romantic involvement held greater probability than being a spy or part of a conspiracy.

To this, Rafael let out a cold sneer and merely cast his gaze outward, stating,

"In that event, let us proceed outside and ascertain what this 'official wife' from afar has to state..."

Moli also inclined her head, clearly in accord.

"I shall accompany you, Rafael. Mr. Fischer will accompany us as well!"

"..."

Fisher gave a reluctant nod, finding himself unable to decline.

And Mier, positioned to the side, also sensed a similar detachment taking hold, akin to Fisher's experience.

However, distinct from Fisher, she lacked the psychological fortitude, deeming this locale rather daunting and desiring to depart without delay.

Thus, she compelled a smile and articulated,

"I... I shall abstain from this outing..."

...

...

"Splash! Splash!"

The setting was bathed in bright sunlight upon the Southern Continent, with the wind traversing the heavens, the earth, and the vast ocean, causing the crimson banner of the Red Dragon Court near the coastline to billow exuberantly, its form undulating like waves, projecting the animated activity of the shoreline.

Indeed, the day proved to be quite active for the Red Dragon Court, which had not yet encountered a state of warfare.

Fisher trailed behind Rafael and Moli to the coast where the incident had transpired. The enigmatic Schwali vessel that had perplexed Fisher had not anchored on the Southern Shore but rather on the northeastern periphery of the Red Dragon Court, situated nearer to the northern coastline.

Fisher's suspicion that the ship originated from the north was not without basis.

The journey from the prior Praying Tower to this location would necessitate nearly an hour by carriage, thus rendering it a sensible decision for Mier not to accompany them; Fisher and the others, possessing elevated Ranks, could reach the destination swiftly.

The coastal fortifications of the Dragon Court were predominantly reliant on cannon emplacements, likely acquired from prior confrontations with the Human City Lord. Other defensive measures appeared less rigorous; Moli had conveyed that the region was situated northward, and being in proximity to the Dragon Court's military contingent, minimal defensive infrastructure had been allocated as a measure of resource conservation, whereas the Sunset Valley to the south boasted more comprehensive defenses.

"Queen."

"High Priest."

Upon Rafael and Moli's arrival, the soldiers who had initially managed the situation and subsequently dispatched the report to the Praying Tower had been awaiting them for a considerable duration. After executing salutes, they could not resist casting furtive glances at the cloaked individual accompanying them, who maintained their anonymity.

They posed no further inquiries, and Rafael proceeded to question,

"Where are the inhabitants from the ship, specifically where?"

"They are situated within the tent ahead; we have temporarily held them in custody."

"Very well, you are dismissed; we shall assume responsibility from this point onward."

"Yes, Queen."

As the demi-human soldiers departed, Rafael found himself unable to resist casting a look toward the diminutive crimson vessel, secured by ropes, appearing to be the craft utilized by the visitors housed within the tent.

Subsequently, she and Moli exchanged a meaningful glance, advanced forward, and lifted the tent flap situated by the shore.

"Whish!"

The initial vista presented the brilliant gleam emanating from an assortment of treasures within, vividly illuminated by the sun's rays. Rafael narrowed her eyes, observing the Schwali-crafted jewelry that had been transferred into the tent.

These adornments carried no discernible magical resonance, presenting themselves as mere valuable objects.

The profusion of precious items formed the initial impression for Rafael and Moli regarding the individuals they were about to encounter; however, as they had not yet met the primary figure, they both directed their gaze forward.

Presently, amidst the opulent surroundings, they discerned an elegant, composed, and graceful silhouette seated upright. Before this silhouette stood two women of virtually identical stature, clad in traditional black-and-white maid attire, their expressions impassive. Upon perceiving Rafael and Moli at the tent's entrance, they merely placed their hands gently upon their abdomens, exhibiting appropriate decorum.