Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1342 - 24: A Prophecy_3

The capability to foresee the future was absent in her, nor did she possess any desire for such foresight. Could it possibly be a case of instant infatuation with her own reflection?

The second inquiry pertained to the originator of the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual, a mysterious entity known only as the 'Demi-human girl control'.

Might this enigmatic individual, the one possessing such profound insight, be the very contributor of the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual?

She held knowledge of the Doomsday Prophecy and meticulously documented it for the benefit of ensuing generations.

Furthermore, her awareness extended beyond mere knowledge of the existence and contents of other Completion Manuals; she possessed the uncanny ability to magically enhance herself through them.

This individual was, in essence, both the harbinger of Destruction through her transference and the prophet who foretold it...

What specific role did she fulfill in the cataclysm of Destruction, and where has she now vanished to?

These perplexing questions swirled within Fisher's mind, nearly overwhelming him, yet eluded any concrete answers.

Only one stark reality, chilling and undeniable, rose to the surface.

The Doomsday Prophecy remained unresolved!

Under my watchful eyes, Rafael and Moli found themselves incapable of initiating a world-ending conflict, nor did they harbor any such intentions.

The Life and Soul Completion Manuals reside in my custody, their power yet uncorrupted, suggesting a potential to manage their repercussions.

For centuries, Renie maintained her vigil over this realm without malice, causing no harm to anyone, precisely as the prophecy foretold. At most, her actions were limited to composing "epitaphs," rather than direct involvement in the Destruction.

This leaves the Spirit Realm Pollution, a singular quiescent threat of True God Level, lying dormant within the Spirit Realm...

Only this threat persists; could it possibly be the very essence of Destruction?

"Fisher?"

Moli, observing Fisher's sudden detachment and the departure of his composure, uncertain of the thoughts occupying his mind, felt compelled to inquire,

"Are you quite alright? You fell silent so abruptly."

Snapping back from his introspective journey, Fisher offered a smile and a shake of his head, responding,

"My apologies, I was merely pondering your words. A companion once shared two paths to attain Mythical Rank with me: one involves Chaos, a path best left unexplored; the other seems to necessitate a profound comprehension and embrace of certain world principles. I wonder if such an approach might assist you..."

The friend Fisher alluded to was none other than "Helair."

"Principles..."

Moli paused, her fingers thoughtfully tracing her chin as if a spark of inspiration had ignited, though it remained uncertain whether she had managed to grasp and retain it. Nevertheless, his mere mention of it couldn't instantly grant her enlightenment, otherwise, the struggle to reach the Mythical Rank and live life on her own terms, like her mother, would not be a present burden.

The distinct sound of approaching footsteps outside the door drew Fisher's gaze upward, prompting him to remark,

"The Dragon Court appears unusually active today; it seems the recent events have cast a significant shadow."

"Indeed, but it's not solely the past. We are on the cusp of war with the Fake Court due to their recent maneuvers, necessitating full mobilization... By the way, Fisher, you've never disclosed your whereabouts since our last meeting. I've spent years searching for you without success, and I'm certain Rafael shares the same sentiment."

The pronoun "She" in Moli's statement clearly referred to Rafael.

Fisher paused for a moment before briefly recounting his expedition to the Northern Realm and his encounter with Erwin within the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree, naturally omitting excessive details and focusing only on the crucial aspects.

Upon hearing of "Erwin's" demise, Moli appeared momentarily stunned, yet displayed little outward reaction, as if he were still alive somewhere in the world, awaiting her vengeance.

Perhaps the lingering influence of Saint Nali had not entirely dissipated from Moli's heart. Whether her steadfast dedication to remaining at the Dragon Court to support Rafael was intertwined with Elizabeth's fate remained an unanswered question.

No one had ever dared to question the unresolved grievances within her, nor had she ever confided them to another soul.

Yet, at this precise moment, her thoughts drifted back to that grotesque mass of flesh at the bottom of Nali Lake. She pursed her lips and uttered,

"When that demon utilized flesh to summon their master earlier, it brought to mind that orchestrator... I hadn't realized Fisher had already vanquished them. Thus, a portion of the retribution for my aunt has been achieved... Thank you, Fisher."

"To be perfectly accurate, it wasn't entirely my doing that led to her defeat. At that juncture, I was vastly inferior to her in every aspect, including my cultivation Rank... perhaps it was sheer fortune, or maybe she intentionally relinquished her will to fight; in the end, she met her defeat and perished, her remains interred within the Northern Realm."

"Fortune?"

Moli let out a soft chuckle upon hearing the word 'fortune' and then turned her head, her gaze falling upon the hem of her High Priest Robe. She immediately shook her head and declared,

"Perhaps the concept of luck is merely an illusion. If it does exist, then it must have been my fortune. In truth... Fisher, I have harbored a persistent sense of guilt towards you..."

"Guilt? What prompts you to feel that way?"

"Consider this... I often find myself thinking, had Fisher not assisted me in locating my aunt, had he not offered me refuge, wouldn't Fisher have been compelled to forsake his homeland, branded a fugitive, and lost to exile?"