Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1340 - 24: A Prophecy

An undeniable warmth lingered, tangible yet distinctly ambiguous, between Fisher and Moli’s lips and teeth at this moment.

Fisher’s heart couldn’t help but race upon hearing her bold words, as if he were engaging in some taboo act, leaving him both uneasy and exhilarated.

His throat felt somewhat parched, and his responses seemed absent-minded, his attention clearly captivated by her rather proud other parts.

"Moli, I miss you too...

"Earlier... I simply didn’t anticipate you being at the Dragon Court. Having been away from the South Continent for such a long stretch, everything here felt foreign, prompting me to seek out Rafael first, hence..."

Moli did not retreat, maintaining their intimate proximity. Hearing Fisher’s greeting, she pursed her lips and gazed at him with a hint of resentment. After a moment of hesitation, she simply pleaded,

"Fisher, let's not discuss her or Rafael right now, okay?"

"..."

Fisher fell into a sudden silence, unsure how to respond.

'No, Moli, can you not speak like this?' he thought. 'Why does it feel like things are escalating?'

He knew her words stemmed from possessiveness, yet they resonated too much like a scene from a dramatic story.

A silent chuckle escaped him as his expression earnestly conveyed agreement,

"...Alright."

Moli’s lips curled into a sweet smile, and only then did she continue,

"Hmm... It’s just that I have so much to tell you, but previously Fisher... your attention was always on her..."

"I apologize."

At this juncture, the whale tail behind Moli cheerfully tapped the ground. However, the moment it made contact, an external sound disrupted the scene, compelling her to lift the tail, lest it draw unwanted attention.

"Ah..."

She cast a glance toward the door where Fisher stood, then raised an index finger to her lips, issuing a soft, cautionary “shh.”

Turning back, she took Fisher’s hand and guided him towards the bed within the room. As they finally settled onto the soft mattress, feeling the gentle indentation beneath their weight, the atmosphere between them grew warmer once more.

Something felt undeniably amiss in this moment, in this place.

Unlike Rafael, who shares a soul-bond with his tail-matching partner, the Whale-man species lacks such physiological connections, thus not experiencing the erosion of familiarity over time as Rafael might.

Nevertheless, the pacts of the Whale-man species persist, covenants that have withstood the trials of time, much like a dew-kissed apple—captivating and alluring.

After a five-year separation and a recent, abrupt confrontation with Rafael, she hadn’t properly savored the joy of reuniting with Fisher, which led her to subtly seek him out.

Sitting intimately close, Moli’s lips curved as if she intended to speak, yet her eyes conveyed her sentiments first.

Her gaze swept over Fisher, from his face to his attire, her complexion deepening in color, her words becoming more hesitant. It was as if she were regressing to a time when Fisher was still a student.

Facing a teacher, she naturally felt a sense of timidity, yet it was coupled with an undeniable longing.

After considerable buildup, just as Fisher was about to speak, Moli couldn't contain herself any longer.

"Fisher... you've already ascended to the Mythical Rank..."

This, she inferred from her earlier examination of his physique.

Fisher expected her to say more, but hearing this observation, he let out another silent chuckle.

"I almost forgot; your mother is the Ocean Emperor. How could you possibly be unaware of this..."

"Hmm, but in truth, I don’t know much... Mother rarely discusses these matters with me. I’m uncertain if it’s because so few of these beings remain in the world, but earlier, that general from the Nali Army..."

"They are Demon Species, one of the few remaining Mythical Species in existence. You glimpsed a portion of their might earlier... By the way, have you ever inquired with Lord Ramasitia or your mother about this?"

"Lord Ramasitia departed from my side four and a half years ago and has not returned since. And because I haven’t fulfilled the pact, I hesitate to return home, fearing my mother wouldn’t permit me to leave again, which would..."

Four and a half years ago?

Wasn’t that precisely when I transmigrated with Renie’s assistance?

Could his departure be linked to me or Renie?

Fisher dared not confirm this suspicion. Simultaneously, a term Moli mentioned caught his attention, prompting him to probe further.

"Pact... I haven’t asked why you were at the Dragon Court. Is it connected to this pact you mentioned?"

"Hmm..."

Moli nodded, her recollection surfacing as she spoke.

"After we parted ways, under my mother’s guidance, I commenced training to control the curse. The results were quite favorable, and soon after, I gained the ability to manage the immense curse within me...

"It was then that I inadvertently learned of a prophecy foretelling destruction from my mother..."

Moli’s words resonated with keywords for Fisher, who then inquired,

"Prophecy?"