Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1329 - 20: Explosion 3

The young lady they were safeguarding was adorned in a pristine white gauze gown, topped with a delicate Schwali Lady hat. Engraved along the hat’s brim was a lifelike, spirit-capturing miniature snake, rendered with remarkable vivacity.

The subtle rustle of the tent’s outer cloth being drawn aside caused the young lady to flinch. Then, under the sharp scrutiny of Rafael and Moli, she slowly, deliberately turned her head to face them.

She revealed herself to be a Lady with cascading red hair and exquisitely fine features, adorned with subtle, understated makeup. In this moment, her expression was tinged with a palpable sense of panic, mixed with a hint of wounded pride and utter helplessness. The corners of her eyes were slightly flushed, her gaze gentle and moist; upon noticing the two demi-humans, she recoiled instinctively, her eyes darting away in fright...

Such a delicate, sheltered Lady appearance—she was the quintessential image of a wronged noble’s daughter. Merely observing the stories etched upon her face was enough for Rafael and Moli to conjure countless fitting narratives.

A shared darkening of their expressions, coupled with an amplified, terrifying aura—a formidable combination of one plus one far exceeding two—sent a wave of fear through the delicate Schwali, causing her to falter. She hastily reined in her cautious, probing stare.

"Fisher, come and behold your cherished wife."

"As you command, Mr. Fischer."

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Rafael and Moli turned back in unison, their faces impassive, to regard Fisher, who was the last to enter from the outside. Fisher, utterly perplexed, found his curiosity overriding his survival instincts. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to step into the tent, determined to get a clear look at the individual in question.

The moment he entered, the noble young lady, who had moments before averted her gaze, could not resist looking again. This time, her eyes fixed directly upon Fisher as he began to remove his cloak.

Fisher’s face contorted and he blurted out in sheer astonishment,

"Ingrid?! What are you doing here?"

Indeed, this youthful and captivating Schwali Lady before him—who else could it be but Ingrid, the ambitious intern reporter from the Giant Serpent Press he had parted ways with mere days prior? Ah, forgive the correction, the *intern* reporter.

It was simply that, compared to her past demeanor and personality, the Ingrid now before him had transformed so dramatically that Fisher struggled to reconcile this image with his prior recollections.

The beautiful Lady before him, draped in white gauze, her face previously etched with grievance and adrift like windblown duckweed—upon seeing Fisher, her expression shifted to one of even more profound, tragic pity, the pink around her eyes deepening several shades.

Pursing her lips in apparent distress, she rose from her seat under Fisher’s bewildered gaze. Then, tears streaming down her face, she cast all reservations aside and lunged towards Fisher.

"Husband!! How... how could you just abandon me like this? Why would you be so heartless?!"

"?????"

Suddenly enveloped by a soft, sobbing form colliding with his chest, Fisher experienced what felt like an unprecedented impact—an impact so colossal it nearly shattered his Mythical Rank trait, "Body and Soul."

This sort of collision could scarcely be termed an impact; it was akin to a "world-altering upheaval, unseen for ten millennia!"

Once upon a time, a man of his own roguish inclinations might have harbored such daydreams: envisioning a beautiful maiden like the Ingrid before him descending from the heavens as his wife, willingly embracing him. And if this celestial bride also happened to be "quite wealthy," a lady of fortune, that would indeed be the ultimate prize.

Now, the "wife from the heavens" stood before Fisher, and the "quite wealthy" aspect was also clearly present. Undeniably, these were two immensely joyous occurrences—so why, when presented before him at this very moment, did Fisher feel not a single iota of elation?

The reason was simple: at this juncture, Rafael and Moli—who had been observing from the sidelines, their expressions already souring as they watched the unfolding scene with cold detachment—were also experiencing a profound emotional blow. Their eyes widened as they witnessed this questionable "officially designated wife" fling herself into Fisher’s embrace, sobbing and striking his chest as if releasing years of pent-up anguish from their separation.

Rafael’s eyes instantly ignited with fury, and she nearly unleashed world-immolating flames, much like a true great dragon, as she demanded of Fisher,

"Didn't you claim you didn't know her? Ingrid... Ingrid, heh, is that not a name you utter with practiced ease?!"

Moli’s hair turned an alarming shade of black; she pressed her lips together, staring with murderous intent at Ingrid nestled in Fisher’s arms, and murmured in a low, guttural voice,

"As anticipated... she truly is a spy from the Fake Court... spies are unequivocally destined for demise..."

Faced with the fury of the two, Ingrid became even more terrified. She could only hold onto Fisher in front of her tightly, sobbing as she pleaded,

"Hubby, don't ever run away from home again, okay? I've brought all the money from home with me. Wherever you go from now on, I'll follow, alright? Hubby... sob, don't leave me again, I beg you..."

Even a battle-hardened gentleman like Fisher found his vision darkening at the edges as he faced this predicament.

He had believed that before he returned from the Holy Land to the present, he had made incredibly thorough preparations, both mentally and practically.

Perhaps, when he was on the verge of entering the Mythical Rank, he had already foreseen such possibilities. It was for this reason he dared to risk corruption by Chaos to achieve the Mythical Rank—to be capable of handling any future eventuality.

He had indeed ascended to the Mythical Rank, so why were the current circumstances so far beyond his comprehension, to the point of being utterly illogical?

He couldn't help but question himself...

"Whoo, whoo, whoo!"

Outside the tent, under the fiercest early afternoon sun, strong winds howled between the heavens and the earth. They swept across the shore and the vast Ocean with wild abandon, whipping up rows of banners and creating a sound that was nearly deafening...

Indeed, the Red Dragon Court was exceptionally... bustling today.