Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1582 - 93: The Culprit

"...Helair?"

Fisher clutched his chest, seemingly feeling a slight breeze brushing over the exposed muscles, and looked down. It was then he noticed that the clothing on his body had been completely stripped away, suddenly revealing a vortex-shaped scar about the size of a palm on his sturdy chest, which had appeared without him knowing.

At this moment, the Completion Manuals that had always been with him now only mysteriously left two, which were the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual and the Life Completion Manual...

Caleb Wuz’s Soul Completion Manual had completely disappeared, its whereabouts unknown.

Thinking of this, Fisher wanted to reach out to touch the scar, but before he got close, he felt a stabbing pain from his soul, and faintly heard the sound of waves by his ear. His palm was caught mid-air by a fair hand, stopping halfway.

That place was exactly where those chaos-like black mud substances had engulfed; they didn’t disappear, but instead seemed to have completely integrated into his body...

"It’s me, dear. That place is still unstable, don’t touch it."

Fisher lifted his eyes, and the angel was already sitting at the bed’s edge, facing sideways toward him.

Her raised right hand held Fisher’s, while her other hand placed the book she had been reading earlier face down on the bed, revealing the text of Saint Nali on the book cover.

It seemed to be a fantasy travelogue during the pioneering era of Saint Nali, though Fisher had never read it and didn’t know its specific content.

Sitting sideways, she slightly crossed her legs that the white robe covered, revealing more skin previously hidden under the robe.

She examined Fisher before her, watching as he called out to her and his gaze surveyed the surroundings, then slowly fell quiet as he recognized it as his palace.

Newly awakened, Fisher might not yet be fully conscious, or he may not dare to confirm the current situation, but Helair could see there were some questions in his heart, eagerly needing to be understood and clarified by her.

Seeing his lips tremble as if to ask something, Helair’s long golden lashes lowered slightly, stating the current situation,

"Don’t worry, Rafael was sent back to the ground by me. After the polluted blessing on her was burned, the bloodline of Fermat Baha within her fully awakened, beginning the process of reaching the Mythical Rank. But the aura of the Death Authority within the dynasty was too intense, which was a hindrance for her, causing her advancement to stall, and she hadn’t awakened until just now. So Elliog had to send her to the ground, just left, hasn’t returned yet..."

Not looking at Fisher, Helair spoke with a slight, casual smile,

"As for the others... oh, the Whale-man, daughter of the Destructive God, went up with them, looking after Rafael. Meanwhile, your friend with the Completion Manual crawled out of the lava, waiting outside my palace with that little Emhardt. You know, that little one is very afraid of me."

When hearing Rafael was safe, a heavy stone in Fisher’s heart finally settled, and he breathed a sigh of relief, gaining a rough judgment of the current situation.

Since Helair said Elliog sent those two up, it indicated that Barbatos was also defeated by Elliog, Agares couldn’t match the chaos sealed within Fisher, and at the last moment, he saved Rafael from the black mud. Before his consciousness faded, he barely remembered how Helair helped Rafael, and what the final outcome was...

However, at least now it seemed, the series of messy events that had continuously arisen since his return finally came to an end, settling down.

And the originator of these events upon his return now sat right before him, only a short distance away.

Fisher couldn’t help but glance at Helair, who was quietly watching him, catching her stunning profile and ear exposed through the golden curls.

It seemed like, until now, Fisher confirmed her existence as real, and at the same time, felt like this was truly his first meeting with her since returning from ten thousand years ago, even though she had previously conversed with him through the servants at the Red Dragon Court Shipyard...

He just felt everything prior was unreal.

"..."

Inexpressible complexity filled Fisher’s heart, only substituted by silence, as he carefully watched the time span of ten thousand years from her perspective.

The time span of ten thousand years had left no trace on her, as beautiful as ever, only now carrying a dense aura of the Death Authority.

Besides her beauty, her image to Fisher seemed entirely concealed in a mysterious mist, making her unclear and unfathomable.

Even he didn’t expect that the array of questions and grievances he harbored in his heart now found no words, only an indescribable gaze.

She generously allowed Fisher to admire her beauty with his eyes, but at this moment, he wasn’t viewing her beauty, but seemed more like assessing her soul.

After a long while, Fisher couldn’t resist breaking the silence, and the words that came out expressed a concern even he hadn’t anticipated,