Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1370 - 32: Night of the Witch (Part 2)

Upon hearing Fisher's recollection, Fisher raised an eyebrow and continued his unfinished statement,

"The Death Lord, Holan Dionysus, that undying Kado individual."

"Precisely! If Erwin is also affiliated with that organization, it's highly probable that everyone within it possesses a manual containing forbidden knowledge, wouldn't you agree?"

"You are quite right. Thank you for your assistance, Emhardt. In that case, Erwin's manual can be set aside for the moment. We can concentrate on the other one, alongside the Death Lord's manual..."

"Absolutely not! I am the magnificent Emhardt!"

"...However, this must remain a secret from Renie. Absolutely not."

"Huh?"

Emhardt, who had just proudly lifted his head to receive commendation, froze mid-motion upon hearing Fisher's words. He glanced at Fisher, then at the eerily silent coast nearby. His voice involuntarily dropped,

"Ah, right. Renie has forbidden you from reading these... Oh dear, here I am foolishly attempting to help you find a solution, truly a sinner! But even if I remain silent, it won't make a difference; after all, she is the reincarnation of the Mother Goddess, far more outrageous than those Demigods like Heavenly Lock. She likely already knows what we are discussing."

Fisher surveyed their surroundings and then shook his head, remarking,

"No, for her to be aware of our situation here, she would need to rely on the Hart Birds, and there are none in sight currently..."

"Hart Birds? Well... alright, in that case, I shall keep mum."

Having said this, Fisher couldn't help but feel a touch of bewilderment as he gazed out at the tranquil sea.

There really isn't a single Hart Bird present. Generally, whenever Renie appears, she is invariably accompanied by a flock of Hart Birds, much like when she unexpectedly materialized in the Northern Realm last time.

Whenever Hart Birds were present, Fisher could sense her watchful gaze and presence nearby. Following the flight path of those Hart Birds would invariably lead to a trace of a mysterious scent, and tracing that scent to its origin would lead one to Renie.

Perhaps she is too occupied this time, or maybe her disguise as a witch is no longer necessary in Fisher's presence, leading her to disregard bringing those purple larks?

Nevertheless, Emhardt had indeed presented Fisher with a feasible idea. The Death Lord Holan has absolutely no need for the Death Completion Manual, nor would he ever read it. If Fisher desired it, Holan would certainly relinquish it; regrettably, manuals are not freely given. One must await the demise of the previous owner for it to be transferred.

It now appears that Fisher has two prerequisites for acquiring the Death Completion Manual: firstly, locating the Death Lord, and secondly, providing a path to death for this "Undying" entity.

Fisher feels a degree of confidence in the first condition. This individual left him a phone number, though its origin is unknown, it counts as a clue. At worst, the Cardinal of Destiny, by tasking him with searching for the missing Tangze Asuka, would undoubtedly keep tabs on him. Furthermore, with her capabilities as the Acting President of the Creator Society, finding him should not pose a significant challenge, thus the first condition is not an issue.

The crux of the matter lies in the second point: how to provide the much-needed death for the Death Lord?

Fisher pondered this, recalling the events at Ideal Country, and it seemed he had grasped some fleeting hints...

Yet, before he could delve further into his thoughts, a faint, mysterious aroma wafted around his nose once more.

He snapped back to full awareness. Even Emhardt on his shoulder gave a soft cough, appearing somewhat tense, and quickly fell silent.

"Look, I've brought you some clothes."

As anticipated, in the next moment, illuminated by the cleansing moonlight, the witch, attired in a black gauze dress, reappeared before Fisher. She turned her head away, not meeting his gaze, yet a subtle, mischievous smile played on her lips as she held several garments in her left and right hands.

As Fisher noticed these garments, Renie tossed them onto him, covering his body, before turning her head back.

"What is this?"

Fisher was momentarily taken aback, then incredulously picked up the colorful clothes piled upon him. Upon closer inspection, they were all women's attire, and notably peculiar demi-human garments at that.

"Heh heh, I couldn't find any other clothes for you, so just make do. Since there are no other outsiders here, just the two of us, it won't matter even if you put them on."

Fisher's expression darkened. However, observing Renie's playfully sly smile, he recognized that she was throwing a childish tantrum.

He sighed, then, as he stood up, tossed the clothes into the sea one by one, stating,

"Even if I intended to wear these, they are far too small. I shall have to forgo them for now."

"You... you you you, what did you say? Refusing to wear them?!"

Renie’s smug expression moments before dissolved into utter pandemonium as she witnessed Fisher slowly rise to his feet. Her gaze darted wildly, as if she had lost all control, flickering back and forth. She seemed uncertain whether to look or avert her eyes, her mind and body locked in a baffling, contradictory struggle. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she hastily raised her hands, attempting to shield both her face and body as she spoke to Fisher.