Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1348 - 26: Paimon’s Whereabouts (Part 2)

"That’s quite the exaggeration, isn’t she your student?"

"Does being a student imply they are perpetually inferior to their teacher? Furthermore, she is a genius of rare caliber, seldom seen even once in a thousand years. If that were the case, I would dedicate my entire existence to merely looking up to Mr. Helson, forsaking all personal study and research."

"That certainly has merit. However, considering that even in ancient times, prior to the Mother Goddess’s descent, your student had already achieved mastery of such advanced Magic techniques. Why did the Mother Goddess not impart this knowledge to humanity later when she transmitted Magic, choosing instead to bestow only Magic below the Mythical Rank…"

"And even then, she did not impart all the Magic below the Mythical Rank. Originally, the Magic humans learned was extremely rudimentary and incomplete; the majority of today’s Magic has been developed by humans themselves…"

"I comprehend…"

In truth, Fisher might possess the very answer to Emhardt’s query.

He recalled perusing the "Source Magic Book One" within the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual during his tenure in the Holy Land. This tome chronicled how the Mother Goddess, at the request of a friend, imparted Magic to humankind.

This revelation suggests the Mother Goddess was not the originator of Magic, and the knowledge she later conveyed was, in essence, a secondary transmission, which would account for its perceived 'rudimentary' nature.

Based on the proficiency in Magic demonstrated by Tangze Asuka, Fisher inferred that the 'friend' alluded to by the Mother Goddess was likely the esteemed president of the Creation Society, Tangze Asuka herself.

At that juncture, the Mother Goddess was residing within the Spirit Realm. The fact that Tangze Asuka was acquainted with her potentially indicates that Tangze Asuka had already traversed the Spirit Realm’s [Ultimate] and departed this plane of existence.

As Fisher and Emhardt engaged in their discourse, his gaze swiftly zeroed in on a particular location near the coastline.

"I've found it."

Fisher gradually relinquished his transformed state, swiftly enveloping Emhardt within his embrace, and once more propelled himself with haste towards that precise spot near the coast.

……

Approximately one hundred meters from the shores of Dragon Court Coast, nestled within an ostensibly ancient and decrepit shipyard, faint sounds of flesh audibly contorting could be detected.

Prior to their defeat before Dragon Court, the human coalition, spearheaded by Nali, had initiated assaults from the ocean onto the coastline, and this very shipyard was among the initial targets of these attacks.

Following that engagement, the Dragon Courts had retreated and subsequently dismantled their original fortifications.

"Make haste, Lilim, I sense that our sequestered blood artifact has been annihilated by an intruder."

Within the confines of the derelict factory, a female voice suddenly resonated. Upon closer inspection, in the dock that connected to the ocean where vessels were formerly moored, a shadow lacking a head was engaged in the act of hauling a boat's hull into the water.

Behind this shadowy figure, a segment identical to the flesh Fisher had previously obliterated was affixed to the silhouette’s posterior, ceaselessly channeling Fallen Self essence into it.

For demons, these unseen Fallen Selves were akin to pure sustenance, exceptionally delectable nourishment.

Under the restorative influence of the Fallen Self, their inherently headless bodies bizarrely began to develop, with horns, sticky with fluid, protruding from their craniums; crude in form, yet undeniably taking shape.

"I am aware, Laram."

Following the demon engaged in towing the boat, another demon materialized, grasping an oar and various provisions.

It appeared their intention was to effectuate an escape from Dragon Court utilizing the remaining vessels within this dilapidated shipyard.

"Gratitude be unto Lord Agares’ benevolence; had we, in our ordinary state, had our heads shattered by a Mythical Rank offensive, survival would have been impossible."

"Laram," the demon responsible for towing the boat declared, after having cast it into the water, feeling the burgeoning flesh upon its head with a sense of grateful exhilaration.

"Hah, do not forget, both Lord Agares and Lord Barbatos dispatched us here with the intent of our demise."

In stark contrast to Laram's sentiment, Lilim's countenance conveyed utter disdain; her lips curled into a frown, betraying a profound sense of displeasure.

"Cocum, akin to yourself, is demonstrably brainless; she proceeded to her demise without uttering a word when commanded to make the ultimate sacrifice, truly…"

"What constitutes a significant issue, even if we attendants perish, we shall be resurrected from the dynasty’s ’Molten Lava Pool’. Death is merely a transient state."

"You allude to resurrection with altered appearances, erased memories, an existence akin to becoming an entirely new individual? Is that what you term resurrection?"

Lilim stowed all belongings into the boat before leaping aboard herself, muttering a curse under her breath.

"These Demon Gods pay us no heed whatsoever; it would be far preferable if they remained in their slumber. At the very least, I could then freely conceal myself within human society…"

"Lilim resided amongst the human kingdoms in the past? Remarkable, I merely slumbered. Where specifically did you sojourn?"

"Nali."

"And what occupation did you pursue there?"

"I held employment."

"Pray tell, what distinction exists between that and your current status?"

Lilim’s partially formed visage was incapable of fully conveying emotions, yet the evident fury emanating from her was undeniable.

It appeared that, during the era of Saint Nali, this particular demon held her work in utter contempt.

"Are you departing or not? I shall proceed alone if you refuse to accompany me!"

"Naturally, I am departing."

"Snap!"

Precisely at this instant, the previously sealed entrance of the derelict shipyard creaked open, unveiling a towering individual garbed in crimson robes beyond its threshold.

The very second the portal swung ajar, both Lilim and Laram were seized by an immense, soul-penetrating cold and dread.