Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1352 - 27: Question_2

"Have you calmed down now, my dear?"

"..."

Fisher clenched his jaw, withdrawing his finger from her mouth. The momentum propelled him backward involuntarily. As she moved, the surrounding darkness surged like powerful ocean currents, creating visible ripples. She lifted her head, her form partly visible within a white robe, as if she were submerged in water, and gazed at Fisher with a smile.

"You haven't answered my question."

Helair met Fisher's gaze but didn't respond directly. Instead, she inquired,

"Why? Are you concerned I might bring harm to those women you know?"

"You... you actually discovered me a long time ago, didn't you?"

"Precisely. In essence, I've known of you for ten millennia, preceding anyone you've encountered. While I didn't immediately focus on you, certain circumstances drew my attention to you quite early on."

"Then why..."

Fisher was perplexed. He pondered why Helair, having noticed him so soon, hadn't prevented him from meeting other Ladies, remaining hidden until his return from the Holy Land.

Helair's smile faltered slightly, evidently sensing Fisher's unspoken question. However, she appeared disinclined to delve into that subject and, with a renewed cheerful smile, asked Fisher,

"Fisher, what if I told you I’m targeting those women you know? What if I were to unleash the demons, and claim them and everything they possess – for instance, your Dragon Queen, condemning her to a kingdom's ruin and a tragic death – what would you do?"

Fisher met Helair's gaze directly. After a brief pause, he firmly stated,

"I will not permit you to succeed."

"Even if it means confronting possibly three Eighteenth Rank demons, including myself, or even more powerful entities? Even if you stand alone, abandoned, and should the very Ladies you aim to protect turn against each other, harming one another, and even harming you..."

"My answer remains the same, Helair."

As he spoke, Fisher suddenly felt a touch on his shoulder. The oppressive darkness obscured his sharp senses, forcing him to rely on the rudimentary instinct of turning his head to survey his surroundings.

Upon turning, he found Helair, who had moments before been smiling at him, now mysteriously leaning against his shoulder. She felt like a gossamer veil brushing lightly against Fisher's cheek.

"Even if it means you must make me sad?"

"..."

Fisher simply looked at her, offering no reply.

Helair, leaning casually on his shoulder, seemed to understand his feelings. She sighed and remarked,

"Such heartlessness... For me, ten thousand years have elapsed, yet I remain unchanged; for you, mere moments have passed, and you've transformed so swiftly."

"It's not a fair comparison, Helair..."

"...You should truly be grateful to that damned, elusive one, Fisher."

The mention of that phrase caused the expression on Helair's face, still resting on his shoulder, to turn icy. She let out a soft sneer, then gently pushed Fisher's shoulder, drifting away into the darkness.

"Elusive one?"

"Ah, someone quite vexing. The architect behind all of this today..."

Helair shook her head, clearly reluctant to elaborate on the so-called 'elusive one.' She simply floated onward, abruptly ending their previous discussion.

Architect? Mastermind?

Fisher mulled over the term, detecting a distinct unease in Helair's tone. He carefully considered it, noting that this seemed to be the first time she had expressed trouble or dislike towards this 'elusive one.'

As she receded further, her form once again dissolved into the shadows, appearing like a phantom – behind Fisher, by his ear, near his hand, close to the rhythm of his heart.

Once more, Fisher felt her kiss grace his cheek, sending a tingling current through him.

Emerging from the darkness, her frigid expression completely vanished, replaced by her original smiling demeanor. However, the smile now lacked its former playfulness, imbued with a certain solemnity.

"I truly detest those other women you've encountered. They are like splinters piercing your flesh, anchoring you to a vortex of perdition, preventing you from reaching me. And you, like a fool, egged on by those wicked influences, oblivious to any pain, seize the hammer and drive those splinters into yourself, one by one, believing it to be exquisitely sweet...

"The Doomsday Prophecy looms, and if you do not escape, you will perish within it. Fisher, you cannot possibly comprehend what I have endured during these ten millennia. What you faced previously was merely the prologue to annihilation, a force that consumed beings countless times mightier than you are now – Nali, the Dragon Court, my homeland, the Elven Tree Continent, Fermat Baha’s Dragon Court were all devoured whole. How could I possibly bear to place you in such peril?"

"Weren’t you curious about what I am, why I could trigger the Seal on you? I’ll tell you now, I’m the last remaining Angel Species, before you left, I met the Elf Slot who could see the future...

"She found me and revealed the inevitably destructive future and the way to escape the fate of demise. She shared with me knowledge about Chaos and prophecies related to annihilation... She sacrificed herself, wanting to find a bright, broad path for this world; she said you’re the key to resolving this Doomsday Prophecy, hoping I could help you secretly, but she couldn’t provide me with the power to overturn everything...