Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1371 - 32: Night of the Witch (3)

"You... what trials have you endured before? I recall... I recall angels always wearing garments... you... from whom did you acquire these undesirable habits?!"

"What undesirable habits? Did you not proclaim that no strangers were present, that we were all of our own kind, thus I am unclad..."

"You... silence, silence, silence!"

Renie, overcome with mortification, could no longer bear it. She sealed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and, with a flourish akin to a conjurer, summoned a second set of men’s robes, which she then presented to Fisher. He instinctively reached out, catching the garment, and found it to be of a suitable size, appearing quite well-fitting.

As he had suspected, Renie had thoughtfully prepared attire appropriate for him long in advance. Her intention in bringing these women’s garments was merely to playfully tease him, yet she had not anticipated that Fisher would see through her ruse and utterly disrupt her composure simply by arising.

He turned away and donned the robe, whilst Renie averted her gaze, seeking to conceal herself from his view.

Emhardt found himself taken aback by Lady Renie’s unexpected purity of heart. He regarded Fisher, standing beside him, with a look of bewilderment, but Fisher remained entirely unfazed. He simply approached Renie and announced,

"Very well, I am attired now."

"Truly?"

Renie craned her neck to observe him, watching as he meticulously and completely put on the clothing. Only then did her face flush, and she turned her head away fully. At this precise moment, Fisher had entirely reverted to his human form. This was the very first occasion Renie had the opportunity to scrutinize him after a separation of four and a half years.

He remained standing there without pretense, allowing Renie to examine him in detail, even as he, in turn, assessed her.

In bygone days, he had pursued an alluring scent on multiple occasions, leading him to an elf who bore a striking resemblance to Renie, save for her ears. He had perceived a fundamental difference between Gui and Renie, yet he could not articulate its nature. Now, however, beholding Renie in person, he felt an undeniable shift; even with the same countenance, everything felt profoundly different.

He gazed upon her and, quite involuntarily, uttered,

"Welcome back, Renie."

"...It is you who has returned, you dolt."

Renie observed Fisher, who had unexpectedly spoken with such earnestness. A slight smile graced her lips as she moved closer, playfully pinching his abdomen and remarking,

"Indeed, that is quite true... Oh, by the way, what was it you mentioned earlier about resolving the Doomsday Prophecy with the deities?"

"I cannot disclose it."

"And why not?"

Upon hearing this, Renie paused briefly before responding,

"Because destiny... the very threads of fate are exceedingly delicate. Who can ascertain the course of actions you might undertake upon learning the precise methodology, and should revealing it disrupt the fabric of fate, it would jeopardize our entire endeavor... Rest assured, entrust this critical matter to us, the True Gods."

"I comprehend... So, during these past four and a half years, have you remained continuously within the Spirit Realm?"

"Where else might I possibly be? I harboured a persistent conviction that you would eventually emerge from the Storm Sea, and thus I directed a greater measure of my vigilance towards that region. The remainder of my time has been spent within the Spirit Realm; prior to our acquaintance, and subsequent to it, my circumstances have invariably been thus. I have obligations to uphold..."

"And concerning the Spirit Realm Pollution, what is its current state?"

Renie cast her gaze towards the ocean's gentle breeze and the moonlit heavens, offering Fisher a smile as she replied,

"...Precisely as it has always been."

"The same?"

"Yes, indicating a lack of significant progression... Four and a half years represents a mere fleeting moment for beings of our stature. The damage sustained may necessitate a considerably longer period for recuperation, so you need not harbor undue concern. Nevertheless, even so, we cannot afford complacency. Annihilation looms ever closer, and all matters must be approached with the utmost prudence; I, too, must remain diligently attentive to my duties..."

"...Therefore, you must indeed return to the Spirit Realm thereafter?"

Renie offered no direct reply to Fisher’s inquiry, instead fixing her gaze upon the distant expanse of the ocean. Suddenly, she extended her arms wide, turned her head playfully towards Fisher, and inquired,

"This place feels rather confined, with nothing to behold but the ocean's surface. Would you care to venture to a more remote and breathtaking locale with a sorceress as enchantingly beautiful as can possibly be?"

"..."

Fisher raised an eyebrow, casting a glance back towards the Dragon Court situated behind them. However, before he could fully turn, Renie had already initiated a process of virtualization and ascended into the air. A subtle, warm fragrance and a sense of gentle softness enveloped him, drawing his attention back to her.

As he turned to face her once more, she playfully puffed out her cheeks and addressed Fisher,

"What troubles you? Are you concerned that the Dragon-man and Whale-man might conduct nocturnal room inspections and discover your absence?"

"How could that be? My sole apprehension is the possibility of never returning."

Considering Renie’s prior assertion regarding his non-involvement in the Doomsday Prophecy, Fisher harbored a concern that Renie intended to spirit him away, far from the present predicaments. Yet, it was readily apparent that such a departure was simply not feasible.

"Very well, very well, your wicked elder sister shall now abscond with you, to an undisclosed destination, whereupon I shall excise your vital organs for lucrative sale..."

She advanced towards Fisher, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she uttered these playfully menacing declarations.

"Smooch..."

However, Fisher's gaze lifted, and before he knew it, he had taken a small step forward and planted a kiss upon her cheek.

"!"

In that instant, Renie, who had been suspended in mid-air, recoiled as if a balloon had been punctured by a needle. Her hand flew to her cheek, a blush spreading across her face. To any observer, she might have appeared as though stung by a particularly aggressive bee.

"Fisher, you... don't act so impulsively..."

"My apologies, it's just that..."

"Enough, enough! You are forbidden from saying another word!"

She foresaw that Fisher might utter more recklessly sweet words, but alas, her face was already sufficiently flushed, and her heart was pounding with enough intensity. She simply could not bear to hear any more, so she cut him off by exclaiming,