Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1375 - 33: A Hint of Sweetness (3)

With a tone that was gentle yet filled with profound sorrow, the narration unfolded:

"The giant dragon pilfered the origins of Mother; abandoned by the Weaver and betrayed by her kin, she failed to perceive that this was an elaborate cycle of reincarnation."

"Millennia ago, our Sovereign was deceived by a Transferee; millennia later, our Mother falls victim to a Transferee's machinations."

"They hail from a realm beyond this world, yet they are unmistakably Human, employing the same written language and bearing a striking resemblance to us."

"One harnessed the Authority of Death, while the other became a festering blight upon Life."

"To what end does one compose poetry?"

"Because our Mother succumbed to the chaotic blight, and that blight itself recites verses born of chaos."

"He proclaimed: 'Where does your path lead, O mountain climber? Your ambition is not to reach the summit!'"

"Your desire is merely to descend back to the Mountain's Foot, to awaken from this unending nightmare. Is there no recourse save for Death?"

"We possess no definitive answers, only a shared sense of bewilderment and righteous fury."

"Why were we bereft of our Mother? Why are we ensnared in this recurring nightmare, perpetuating a cycle of suffering?"

"We do not know."

...

...

"Splash!"

Beneath the cloak of night, Renie emerged from the cerulean pool first, with Fisher close on her heels.

Their expedition had been brief, and they ascended to the surface swiftly. The trail leading to Renie, or rather Gui, offered scant clues—only the cryptic phrase "No effort is in vain," while the remainder constituted historical records Renie had previously encountered, which Fisher committed to memory.

What the sentiment "No effort is in vain" truly signified remained an enigma to Fisher, though an intrinsic feeling suggested a connection to the "sacrifice" that Helair had alluded to.

This possible link might also shed light on the veracity of Helair's assertions about Gui.

Upon reaching the surface, Fisher felt invigorated, devoid of any fatigue. Conversely, Renie, who had descended from the Dragon Court and plunged into the water, seemed noticeably weary, breathing somewhat heavily as she regarded Fisher and inquired,

"Where is the little one? He did not accompany you below?"

"Emhardt? He decided to take a stroll nearby; he expressed no desire to dive."

"I see..."

Fisher's gaze fell upon her heaving chest, prompting him to inquire,

"Are you fatigued?"

"Somewhat. This physical form is but a materialization of my Authority, albeit one bound by a low Rank to minimize its influence on reality. It functions akin to an ordinary Witch..."

As she spoke, her expression shifted, and she fixed Fisher with a look of feigned alarm, her eyes wide with mock terror.

"Oh dear, could it be that the treacherous Fisher, having attained the Mythical Rank, is aware of this and intends to prey upon his defenseless sister? How utterly terrifying, what shall I do? Help! Someone, help!"

Her theatrically anguished cries echoed into the silent sea, yet no response came, leaving Fisher with a grimace, a clear desire to reprimand the teasing Renie.

However, he knew her reaction would likely be a panicked flight.

"I had assumed it was connected to your Hart Birds; I observed none when you reappeared..."

Renie blinked in surprise, then offered a smile. "I returned in haste this time. Moreover, the Hart Bird is merely a guise. Their existence or non-existence is inconsequential. I shall refrain from bringing numerous larks back... stealthily, so that when you engage in nefarious deeds, I may not apprehend you. What say you?"

"What nefarious deeds could I possibly commit?"

"Hehe, and what of the Dragon Queen of the Dragon Court? What is she occupied with at this very moment?"

"...She is attending to her duties."

Recalling this, Fisher suddenly became aware that while Rafael was diligently managing the affairs of the Dragon Court, she had first secretly conferred with Moli, then met with Helair amidst handling several Demon Servants, and now encountered Renie under the moonlit sky.

Within the span of a single day, during this brief period of activity, Fisher had managed to utilize every minute and second with remarkable efficiency—a truly admirable feat...

"So, your sister is occupied with work. Will she not be displeased if you sneak out at night to frolic with your sister? Will she?"

"Renie..."

Fisher let out a pained groan, attempting to curb Renie's mischievous antics, but she simply stuck out her tongue, a provocative glint in her eyes.

Indeed, her inexplicable jealousy was rather amusing.

"Hm, even so, she was the first person you laid eyes upon upon your return. Although I have been awaiting your arrival."

Fisher could not suppress a chuckle and retorted,

"Did you not insist on refraining from mentioning other women's names?"

Renie's puffed cheeks faltered momentarily before she darted playfully towards Fisher, her small pink fists landing repeatedly on his shoulder as she declared,

"I shall speak, I shall speak, I shall speak! You are forbidden, forbidden, forbidden, from uttering..."

"..."

Fisher swiftly caught her small fists, drawing her into an embrace as they tumbled onto the damp ground beside the pool.

"Splash."

At that precise moment, their gazes met at an intimate distance. Her face flushed instantly, her breath caught in her throat. Yet, instead of dematerializing or retreating, she simply remained entranced, her wide eyes fixed upon Fisher before her.

Gazing directly at the woman before him, he couldn't help but inquire,

"Considering this, how ought I to compensate you?"

"Compensate?"

Renie gradually regained her composure, her countenance flushed, her gaze shifting as she pondered for a moment before murmuring softly and indistinctly,

"Then... then kiss me again..."

"What?"

Fisher was taken aback by such a request, questioning if he had misheard, unable to fathom the request being so straightforward.

Yet Renie fixed him with a glare, then softly articulated,

"Not like before... a... a kiss upon the lips... I wish to try... you... you absolutely cannot move carelessly, not even a little bit."

"I'm not even allowed to move?"

"Correct!"

Fisher remained stunned, but observing Renie's blushing cheeks, her shyness mingled with resolve, he could only recline, adopting a look of self-sacrifice,

"Very well, you do it then."

"Then... shall I proceed?"

Fisher stayed still, merely watching her. Though she desired to move closer, she was startled back by his steady gaze.

She quickly reached out, gently closing Fisher's eyes, her voice trembling as she spoke,

"Close your eyes first!"

"I must also close my eyes?"

"Good, obey your sister..."

Fisher complied, shutting his eyes. However, contemplating the actions that followed, what was previously an interesting observation of her frantic movements, now finding himself enveloped in darkness, unaware of the specifics, caused his heartbeat to gradually quicken. He was now experiencing a similar sense of panic to Renie.

Renie maintained her weight entirely off him, as light as a feather. Despite this, he could discern her faint, alluring fragrance drawing ever nearer.

Did the kiss occur?

It felt like a kiss...

Whether it had truly happened?

When would it materialize?

It was like a kiss...

Just as his senses were stirred to a standstill, yet his imagination was captivated by the palpable fragrance, he then felt a cool, restrained, shy, and ephemeral touch land upon his lips, like that of a dragonfly's.

In that single moment, all surrounding sounds seemed to fade away.

Perhaps Renie had also closed her eyes, mirroring his action. Perhaps she was in a state of franticness, possessing a divine status, yet employing such a common form to connect with him.

This interaction might transcend physical contact, representing instead a communion of souls.

This was merely a kiss, nothing more than a kiss...

He mused that he should not have kissed her cheek earlier, and now he longed to witness her expression at this very instant.

Fisher entertained this thought, momentarily forgetting to open his own eyes to observe her, content to simply savor the fleeting intimacy of the kiss.

A few moments later, she hastily withdrew, leaving behind a lingering, subtle fragrance.

Fisher, as if awakening from a deep slumber, slowly opened his unfocused eyes.

Before him, she, adorned in a black sheer swimsuit, concealed her face with both hands, revealing only eyes filled with panic, glistening with traces of water, and earlobes flushed a rosy pink as she gazed down at Fisher.

Bewildered, he inquired foolishly,

"How was it?"

Renie pressed her pale fingers more firmly against her face, inhaling deeply before blinking her eyes, which resembled deep wine, and tilting her head in a dazed manner, softly responding,

"A little... sweet?"