Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1338 - 23: Moli (2)

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Previously on Demi-human Girls Completion Manual...
Ingrid, recovering from her soul shock, recounts her capture by Nali's forces and her terrifying experiences, including encountering powerful figures like General Barbatos and Chief of Staff Agares. She witnesses a ritual meant to summon Agares, which is interrupted by a blonde woman named Paimon, who claims to have a message for Fisher and seems involved in tampering with the summoning process.
"She mentioned that she knows you aren't quite ready, so this is merely a small warning. She altered the summoning ritual... to involve a Demon God trapped within the Abyss, ensuring the ritual's failure no matter what. However, she won't be able to assist you next time... "She also said that [the game] is still in progress, so don't forget about it... that's all I have to convey." Upon hearing this, Emhardt felt a palpable surge of anxiety, as if his non-existent heart was about to bolt from his chest. "A game?! Fisher, you! How dare you engage in a game with her?! You, you, you, have some gall. What exactly are you planning? Hasn't a part of you already been lost?" In stark contrast to Emhardt's worry and alarm, Fisher maintained a remarkable calmness. He knitted his brows, his mind clearly occupied with deep thought. He understood precisely what Helair implied by 'the game'. "One price, three divine favors." But before departing the Holy Land, Helair's three fingers had already been fractured, leading him to wonder if two of those divine favors had already been expended. Yet, what were these two divine favors she had bestowed upon him? And what was the associated price? Tsk, that devious woman is truly something... For reasons unknown, Helair's radiantly beautiful smile suddenly materialized in Fisher's thoughts... At this very moment, however, he experienced a feeling akin to Emhardt's. Perhaps her captivating blue-gold speckled eyes were watching his every move from some hidden vantage point. Regardless, this situation inevitably led back to a riddle that Fisher found profoundly perplexing... What, precisely, is Helair's ultimate objective? "...I understand." Rather than dwelling on this completely unsolvable question or prolonging the discussion, he turned his attention to the visibly terrified reporter before him, who trembled like a frightened chick. "Previously, there were many things I didn't comprehend, which led me to permit your entry into that factory, placing you in danger. Fortunately, you survived. Perhaps now you'll exercise greater caution to ensure your own safety..." Ingrid nodded fervently. Only by confronting terrifying realities could she be truly awakened. Earlier, this young man had recklessly intended to accompany Fisher to the Dragon Court, but witnessing danger firsthand finally made her grasp the potential repercussions. It was an experience that surely left a deep scar on her heart. "Uuuh, uncle, I was mistaken... I promise I won't do it again... I'm returning to Schwali's hometown to farm, uwu... I'll never pursue a career as a reporter again..." "It doesn't have to come to that..." Fisher chuckled softly, a hint of reluctance in his voice. He gently clasped Emhardt, who had been persistently nudging his shoulder, eager for the inside scoop on his 'game' with Helair, and pulled him closer. He then advised Ingrid, "For the time being, you ought to remain within the Dragon Court and refrain from wandering. This place is unlike Schwali or any other locale. If you aren't vigilant and something untoward happens, I cannot be held responsible. Once matters stabilize, I will arrange for your safe return." "Mm... Alright. By the way, those two demons are still alive. I don't know where they've hidden themselves. Uncle, you..." "Those two are not true Demon Species; they are merely attendants serving them. They pose a significant threat to ordinary humans like yourself... I will handle them, so rest assured..." "Mm..." "Thud!" Just then, the door behind Fisher creaked open slightly. Ingrid instinctively flinched and hid under the blankets, while both Fisher and Mier turned to look. A large, wet eye peered into the room at everyone present. "Moli?" Fisher inquired with a note of suspicion. From outside the door, the Whale-man girl flapped her long ears, clearly astonished by the number of people gathered. After a brief moment of hesitation, she pushed the door open wider and shyly addressed him, "Mr. Fisher..." Mier expressed a touch of surprise and instinctively asked, "Moli, weren't you occupied with Lord Raphael earlier? How come... oh..." As she spoke, Mier noticed Moli repeatedly stealing glances at Fisher standing beside her. Even someone as unobservant as Mier should have sensed that something was amiss. Could it be that Moli had feigned her busy schedule with Lord Raphael as a pretense, and once she confirmed Lord Raphael was truly engaged, she had secretly slipped away? "Well... um, I... haha, I have some urgent matters, Moli, Fisher... I... I didn't see a thing. I'll be leaving now." Mier chuckled awkwardly, stood up, and made to depart swiftly, only to be halted by Moli at the doorway. Moli's small face flushed slightly as she, too, spoke with some awkwardness, "Mier, I just... need to discuss something with Mr. Fisher, that's all. Nothing significant has occurred. You stay here and look after this human, and... we'll return shortly." "Ah... okay, no problem, Moli." "Whatever you do, don't mention this to Raphael, alright? Mier, you wouldn't want me to reveal certain private matters of yours, would you?" "...Mmhmm!" Mier nodded, her eyes a little watery. She couldn't quite fathom why a situation that had nothing to do with her could make her heart race with such nervousness, especially when Fisher, who should have been the one panicking, remained completely unfazed.