Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1393 - 39: Yaril

Hearing Fisher’s words, Yaril was momentarily dumbfounded, clearly not yet fully grasping the specific implications of Fisher’s shocking words.

For a Dragon-man species who have a special tail-matching partner mechanism and have only one partner in their lifetime, Fisher’s words were immensely impactful, as if piercing through her soul.

Before Fisher’s confession, Yaril, with Fermat Baha as her witness, could only feebly imagine that Fisher only had an extra affair with Moli. After all, even having a third party was, in Yaril’s view, unforgivable. Despite the pressure from Fisher’s Mythical Rank, as a mother, she still expressed her genuine objections.

But who would have thought that in just a few sentences, it wasn’t just a third party, but a fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh!

Her scales became increasingly restless, and even someone as gentle as Yaril among the Dragon-man species was so shocked that her voice started to tremble,

"You... you say... how many?"

Fisher was somewhat helpless, but in the end, he chose to be honest,

"Aunt Yaril, you heard correctly. Besides Rafael and Moli, the women with whom I have intricate relationships... are more than the number of fingers on one hand."

Yaril’s mouth hung slightly open, as if time itself had frozen on her in her utter shock at this moment.

She never imagined that today, her daughter would bring home a human lover from a faraway continent, and this human would bring a bit of "human shock" for her... no, perhaps it should be called "Fisher shock?"

After a brief silence, time resumed first at Yaril’s lips, and she, feeling parched, asked,

"Does... does Rafael know about this?"

"... She knows some."

"What do you mean by knowing some? Does she know or not?"

"She may know of the existence of some other women, or she might just know but has never met them."

"..."

Yaril extended her claws to reach for the teacup in front of her, but as soon as her claws rested against the cup’s rim, she remained there. Her faltering motion made the tea inside ripple with a trembling shake.

She wanted to pick it up but seemed unable to do so, and instead, she rasped slightly as she spoke,

"So, you’re telling me this because you want me to accept everyone else just as I accepted Moli, is that right?"

"That sounds impossible."

"Yes, I’m precisely this impossible first hurdle. I’d rather Rafael suffer for a moment now, enduring the piercing pain of losing a partner than have her continue with you because perhaps one day in the future, you’ll have to pay the price."

"I’ve already paid for this, and in the future, if there are any other costs—even if it’s being cut to pieces—it’s what I deserve. But before that, I will fulfill the responsibilities I must bear."

"You have no responsibilities to fulfill, Fisher. Your responsibilities would only bring her pain, distraction, and constant worry, making her heart and soul burn with every move you make. You don’t need to pretend to be brave enough to bear it all."

"Are you doubting my feelings and attitude towards Rafael?"

"How could I doubt your feelings for her? It’s just that even I feel conflicted. Mr. Fisher... if you truly don’t love her, despise her Dragon-man status, you should have taken her back to Nali in the first place and turned her into a slave you could abuse at will. There was no need to return to the South Continent to meet her after all these years, to even come to see me; but if you truly love her, why would you thoughtlessly share your love with others?"

Yaril grasped the teacup, becoming more agitated as she spoke, her pace gradually quickening, soon causing wisps of faint steam to seep from her robe,

"Sometimes I feel fortunate and grateful—thankful that you saved her, gave her respect that appears odd in the eyes of humans, grateful that you let her return so she can help her compatriots resist the invaders’ enslavement. These made her enamored and perfectly tail-fitting, you gave too much, so now you want to reclaim some of it, right?

"Funny thing is, just a moment ago, I was still caught up in Fisher and Moli’s affairs. Optimistically, I thought that with your kindness to Rafael, you would quickly overcome this obstacle, and I believed in your terrifying abilities, able to handle the conflicts between you, Moli, and Rafael, preserving their mutual support and emotions over these years...

"Then... you tell me you have so many deeply affectionate women, more than five fingers! Mr. Fisher, even if you are truly blessed by Fermat Baha in the end, and if all the girls and all their family members acknowledge you and your relationships, what would your life look like? I can hardly imagine. How will you divide twenty-four hours in a day, and how many days in a month will it take for you to condescend to notice my daughter?

"Or do the other girls you know aside from Rafael all happen to be obedient and timid individuals? Even Priestess Moli, whom I know, would have conflict with you and Rafael, so how could the other girls be any easier to deal with? Yet, can such girls truly captivate you so much, making you unwilling to let go?"