Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1331 - 21: Shadow of the Demon (Part 2)

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Previously on Demi-human Girls Completion Manual...
Fisher confronts Ingrid, who is acting strangely and distressingly close to him. He notices a glowing symbol on her neck, which triggers a vision and reveals a similar, deeper seal on his own chest. Fisher realizes Ingrid has been influenced by the Great Demon Barbatos and suspects a larger conspiracy involving his past connections to Helair.
The next moment, his words ceased as he gently loosened his hold on Ingrid, causing her body to go limp. She retreated several steps, swiftly supported by the two maids trailing behind her. "Sir, how can you treat Madam like this? No matter what, she is your wife. It’s one thing to dally with those… questionable demi-humans outside, but you should at least report back home. Madam pursued you all this way, and we couldn’t dissuade her; it’s truly…" Behind him, the previously expressionless maid suddenly came to life. Patting Ingrid’s back as if she were startled, she then directed her complaints towards Fisher. As she gently touched Ingrid’s back, Fisher immediately perceived Ingrid’s body go limp. Her cheeks flushed, and the fear and pleas from moments before vanished, replaced by an intoxicating illusion. Her feigned distress became all the more convincing. "Sob… sob…" Fisher’s eyes narrowed slightly. Having spent time with Elliog, he was well aware of what occurred when the maid made contact with Ingrid… She was extracting Ingrid’s Fallen Self! These two maids were also demons… no, they should be classified as demon servants. "Questionable? Wife?" Upon hearing the maid’s words, Rafael let out a cold laugh. With a hum from his hand, a blood-red spear materialized instantly. The temperature within the tent spiked several degrees, causing the expressions on the two maids’ faces to shift subtly. "Don't forget whose territory you currently occupy. Are you seeking death?" "Wait, Rafael, I have a feeling… something is amiss. Besides, Mr. Fisher hasn’t even married you yet, so how could he be married to another woman?" Moli pursed her lips, offering a word of caution. Fisher’s body tensed almost imperceptibly. Valentina’s image surfaced in his mind, but outwardly, driven by a powerful survival instinct, he offered no reaction to the remark. In truth, Moli had always sensed something indefinable about the Ingrid before her, feeling a distinct lack of intimacy in her purported relationship with Fisher. She was far from stupid; on the contrary, her observational skills were both sharp and nuanced, though her thoughts rarely came to the surface. Unlike Rafael, Moli was not prone to excessive emotional displays. Even when emotions stirred, she maintained her composure. Naturally, she understood the atmosphere that permeated Fisher’s interactions with ladies. She recalled that during their time in Saint Nali, even with Elizabeth, whom Fisher had long since separated from, an ambiguous air of mutual understanding lingered between them—not to mention women like Renie and Rafael… But Ingrid, standing before her, exhibited none of that connection with Fisher, despite her words. Before the opponent's arrival, Moli had braced herself for a formidable adversary, preparing for battle alongside Rafael. But seeing her now, this was it? Heeding Moli’s advice, Rafael’s frown eased somewhat. She too sensed that something was off, but Moli’s certainty eluded her. She could only turn to Fisher beside her, seeking a gauge of his reaction. Observing his solemn expression—utterly devoid of panic, guilt, or internal conflict—the knot of anxiety in her heart instantly dissolved. It seemed she was indeed not his wife, he wasn't married, and the position of wife was hers… Her lips began to curve into a slight smile, but Moli’s continued presence beside her quickly dampened her spirits. She redirected her focus back to this supposed "Fisher's wife" before her. In response to Moli’s inquiry, the maid before them retorted coldly, "Sir and our Madam are in a free relationship. If he isn't marrying our Madam, is he marrying you? Over these past four years, he has always been with our Madam. Has he appeared anywhere else? Right, Madam?" "Sob…" Ingrid immediately nodded weakly, refraining from any further action. Fisher then raised his hand, cutting off Rafael’s impending words, and addressed Ingrid directly, "So, you're saying you came to…" "Of course, to bring Sir home, not to remain here in the Dragon Court." "Sob!" The maid spoke, and Ingrid followed suit with a nod. Inferring that Barbatos or the Demon Species behind him wished to prevent his involvement in this matter? Ingrid had entered the factory with him, and it was likely Demon Duke Barbatos who blocked his exit. Thus, he followed the clues, using Ingrid to convey a message not to assist the Red Dragon Court? But with Rafael and Moli present, how could he abandon them? Moreover, Saint Nali was his homeland, and Empress Elizabeth also had ties to him. With her army now infiltrated, it was difficult to fathom the demons' objectives and her current predicament. "What if I refuse?" "Ah, if Sir insists, then we…" Seeing that they were about to continue, Fisher looked at Ingrid, nestled in their arms, and interrupted them, asking bluntly,