Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1346 - 25: Flesh and Blood (3)

He shook his head. He was just about to take out the Soul Completion Manual from his arms to read, but when he reached in and felt around, what he pulled out instead was that Demi-human Girls Completion Manual—the Completion Manual that had accompanied him from beginning to end.

Only this time, Fisher narrowed his eyes all of a sudden, and, as if after a long separation, carefully examined the outside of this Completion Manual again.

The inner golden handwriting was all condensed from his own thoughts, so there was no need to inspect it. He just looked at the title page that recorded the Doomsday Prophecy and raised his hand to touch that row of neat square characters below.

"What is it you actually want me to do, Demi-human girl controller?"

At the beginning, he had thought this Doomsday Prophecy was aimed at Humans, at the crimes Humans had committed. He wanted to protect his own race, wanted to run away from Saint Nali, where Elizabeth was, so he set out on his journey.

But swept along all the way to this point, now hearing this prophecy come out of Moli’s mouth again—a prophecy that even a Demigod like Xuan Can wanted to hide from...

What does it actually mean; is it a curse, or a blessing?

"First of all, I am not a Demi-human girl controller."

Fisher stared at those cold, golden, square characters for a long time. Of course he couldn’t get any answers from a book, so he could only take a deep breath and snap it shut with one hand. Then he sat up, turned his head to look at the sky outside the narrow window, where the afternoon sunlight lay.

He still had to find those two hidden Demon Servants. He decided to come back at night to read the Soul Completion Manual.

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"What did you talk about in the room?"

Outside the Praying Tower, Fisher once again put on that red Praying Tower work robe. The heavy robe could effectively conceal his appearance and also lower the cost of his movements. After telling Mier that he was going out to look for Demons, he once more left with Emhardt. One man and one book walked along the Dragon Court’s bustling afternoon streets.

Emhardt shrank in Fisher’s arms, staring dead-fish-eyed at the road ahead, and suddenly asked this.

Fisher didn’t look at him, just countered,

"And what makes you so sure we only talked?"

"Oh, spare me. I know you. With just that little bit of time, what else could you have done."

Emhardt wiggled his bookish body, probably shifting into a more comfortable position as he spoke... Fisher himself had no idea what kind of position could be considered comfortable for a book.

He just smiled faintly, didn’t refute him, and simply asked,

"You’re not mad anymore?"

"What would I be mad about? First, I’m used to it. Who told me I’m the great Book Knight and also your friend; second, seeing you caught between that Dragon Queen and Moli, torn both ways—I’m too busy enjoying the show to be angry. Getting mad would be a total waste."

"So that’s how it is."

"What about you, are you mad that I didn’t tell you beforehand Moli was here?"

"Why would I be mad? Even if you’d told me in advance, I’d already followed Rafael all the way to the Gate of Dragon Court; there was no dodging it. Things you’ve done will come back to bite you one day—I understand that very well, so of course I have to accept it. Besides, this is just the beginning; I’ve no idea how many situations like this I’ll have to deal with down the line..."

"Well, that’s what you get. Look at you: every time you part ways with a Lady you had a deep relationship with, the moment you meet a new Lady it’s like the previous woman never existed, and you instantly start another romance—just like some irresponsible scumbag who eats clean and runs. And honestly, it’d be better if you really were irresponsible; the entanglements wouldn’t run this deep. But then you turn around and won’t let go of anyone, it’s pure self-torture."

Fisher smiled faintly. He might already have had an answer in his heart, but just as he was about to say it, his soul suddenly caught a whiff of something ill-timed. That scent made his flesh and blood start to squirm, as if they’d sensed something exciting.

Chaos...

His expression grew a bit more serious. He pressed Emhardt in his arms down and looked toward a certain direction in the bustling market.

"Got a lead."

"A lead? Those two Dem—ah, ah ah!"

Emhardt had just opened his mouth when, in the next second, Fisher’s entire figure had already vanished from where he stood, silently rushing in the direction of that scent.

In the sky, the Sun was gradually covered by drifting clouds, bringing some hard-won afternoon shade that cast swathes of Dragon Court’s buildings into shadow.

Fisher quickly stepped into a deep, shadowed alley, purpose unknown.

The moment he stepped inside, Fisher detected a subtle, fishy aroma, a scent so faint that only someone of his high rank would have noticed it.

With a raised eyebrow, he and Emhardt turned their gaze towards the alleyway.

Underneath a cooling sunshade at the alley’s entrance, a large assembly of male and female demi-humans were engaged in unrestrained, frenzied copulation, resembling an open-air bacchanal.

"This…"

Emhardt recoiled, unable to watch, while Fisher’s gaze swept coldly over the scene, identifying each individual caught in the act.

Judging by the discarded clothing scattered around, they appeared to be ordinary inhabitants of Dragon Court.

Raising a hand to shield Emhardt’s single eye, Fisher slowly advanced into the sweltering alley, his eyes meticulously examining his surroundings.

They were utterly lost in their actions, completely oblivious to Fisher's very presence as he walked among them. Each demi-human was completely absorbed in the peak of pleasure.

"Vile fiends! Seize them at once and eradicate them, just like those degenerate Elves…"

Even with his eye covered, Emhardt’s furious curses echoed.

"No, they are not here."

Fisher, however, merely scanned the area, sensing no trace of the two Demons he sought.

Beneath the sunshade, amidst the revelers, masses of twitching flesh writhed. Arrowhead-shaped tails emerged from this flesh, tentacles ceaselessly exploring their surroundings, poised to extract the Fallen Self from the bodies lost in ecstasy…

Observing the wriggling masses, Fisher’s brow slowly furrowed. For the moment, the hunt for the two Demons took a backseat.

The reason was simple: having directly confronted the Life Minister, he possessed a clear understanding of that entity’s methods and power.

While he hadn't paid it much mind during the earlier Demon-summoning ritual, he now felt an uncanny similarity between this sensation and what Moli had experienced…

Why does this power feel so akin to what Erwin wielded previously?