Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1521 - 77: The Eve of Confession (2)

Behind him, Emhardt had initially wanted to caution him to be careful, but Fisher had already stepped onto the staircase, heading to the deeper second floor.

On the second floor, matching the image of wisdom passed down from Paimon thousands of years ago, there were numerous bookshelves. Fisher stood in place, observing the surroundings for a while before weaving through the bookshelves to the end of the second floor. The light from the first floor grew dimmer here, and at the end of the bookshelves, there was a dusty desk, seemingly unused for a long time.

Behind the desk was the image of the "Paimon Demon God" as spread among the people.

It was a shadow-filled figure with angelic wings and a holy, flawless appearance, thus deemed by humans as the "King of Main Angels."

She wore a gemstone-encrusted crown and rode on the back of a speaking single-humped camel, as if constantly in transit, journeying across desolate deserts.

Fisher gazed at this painting, which didn’t record her true likeness, and suddenly reached out to lift the painting to see what lay behind it—Helair had a habit of leaving the title and notes on the back of his works, and this painting was no exception.

Written on it were the words:

"I"

"I seem to be tirelessly searching for the path to ’the future,’ waiting for the person from the future to come and meet me."

Only then did Fisher realize that the widespread image of "Paimon" closely related to him.

Of course, he remembered that the crown on her head was clumsily filled with gemstones one by one by him; he also remembered the female camel she rode, which he found in the Snake People Tribe blessed by Sorobato.

He looked at the painting above, then turned around and sat at the desk where Paimon had once sat, quietly observing the dark library in front of him, just sitting quietly, not knowing what to think.

Until his face and body began to squirm, as if some dark fluid moved within him, and he heard a tender voice,

"Fisher... are you thinking?"

"Yes, Cupid."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about the real owner of your name."

"... So, the name Cupid has an owner?"

"Sorry."

"It’s okay, can I keep using it?"

Fisher remained non-committal, just leaned gently against her chair, and suddenly asked the blob of black mud,

"I suddenly feel like I can’t see a person clearly anymore, I don’t know if everything about her is true or false, or why she’s close to me... All previous doubts could be explained with ’trust,’ but now I don’t know if I can provide the same trust to her again."

"Do you understand her a bit more now?"

Fisher leaned back in the chair, suddenly recalling the words behind the enormous painting, she said,

"In the night when they possessed each other, he held the woman he loved most and who loved him the most."

Fisher rubbed his temples, just before Moli’s final search for the base, under the watchful shadow of Paimon’s back, he murmured,

"... I don’t know either."

"..."

The black mud didn’t speak again, simply accompanying him quietly, like it said before about "loving him."

...

...

On the first floor, as Fisher headed alone to the second floor, Moli began the search for the base’s precise location. Meanwhile, Elliog continued to stand with arms crossed before the open gate of the Paimon Palace. Her expression showed no sign of laziness, but she couldn’t quite grasp what she was pondering over.

"What, your expression suddenly looks awful?"

At that moment, the voice of Sidi unexpectedly sounded behind her, interrupting Elliog’s thoughts. She turned back irritably to see Sidi, whose fingers were twirling her long red hair, smiling at her.

"What do you want?"

Sidi scanned her up and down, with some schadenfreude, said, "... It’s clear that your ’Sleep Therapy’ is quite effective. Yet, even now, the Blessed being snatched away by Paimon hasn’t exploded—is it because the main body hasn’t been unsealed?"

"Just say what you have to say, and let it go quickly."

Elliog yawned, her tail swayed behind her, and she said this.

And Sidi didn’t mind Elliog’s words at all. They had known each other for an unknown amount of time, and naturally wouldn’t let superficial trash-talk affect their closeness.

"Your Barbatos is still upstairs running around for you, and yet you can still calmly stay here and do nothing? You don’t seem like that kind of person."

"Since I got together with Barbatos until sealed by that Fake God, we rarely met anyway. Mainly because you spend almost the entire day sleeping, so it’s normal for me to change somewhat, right? I’m not dissatisfied with the current situation, moreover, considering the friend related to Fisher’s trust, he’s also kind of my junior, helping either side is quite difficult, so I won’t do anything at all."

"That friend... who exactly is it?"

With the smile on Sidi’s face growing more wanton, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled,

"Is it because of the relationship with Fisher that makes you curious?"

"None of your business?"

Elliog glared at Sidi as if her hackles were raised, but Sidi didn’t continue arguing against her words. Instead, he openly admitted,