Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1585 - 93: The Culprits (Part 4)

"If you want to blame me, then blame me, blame me for almost killing your Rafael, even if I did it so you could escape from suffering... Haha, sometimes I really wish I did all this just to satisfy my possessiveness, that I was jealous and wanted to kill the women who coveted Fisher, who should have belonged to me ten thousand years ago. Would such a ridiculous reason make you feel more at ease? But unfortunately, I don’t care about them, and they don’t care about me, so... just let it be."

At this point, she sighed deeply. She murmured softly, and at the same time, closed her eyes. So, under the casual words, Fisher couldn’t tell if she was disappointed, because everything she had prepared before went down the drain.

She turned her head and didn’t resist Fisher. With her slight movement, her fragile neck was entirely exposed to Fisher, as if waiting for him to personally break it.

"..."

Fisher remained silent for a moment, his hands gradually moving away from her shoulders. But Helair still showed no movement, as if she was tired and needed to rest, even her long golden lashes were unwilling to move.

"Rafael is pregnant."

"...Oh, should I congratulate you, dear?"

Helair didn’t open her eyes but instead lifted her feet back onto the bed, which had been hanging off the edge. She gently grabbed the blanket Fisher had draped over her earlier and wrapped it around herself, curling up like that. Then, she blinked and looked at Fisher with a smiling face as she asked.

"I don’t want to lose everything I’ve gained, even if it means losing myself. That’s how I think now, and that’s how I thought in the Ideal Country... So, I’m sorry to disappoint you, Helair."

Helair’s curled-up body turned inside the blanket, and because of the way she curled up, the blanket covered half of her face, leaving only her blue-golden eyes gazing at Fisher. From them, Fisher still couldn’t tell whether there was disappointment or not, and certainly, he couldn’t read any apology either.

Perhaps to Helair, considering Fisher’s feelings was natural, but that didn’t mean she had to consider other women’s feelings.

She just looked at Fisher in front of her and suddenly asked,

"If my plan had really succeeded, if I had killed Rafael, would you never forgive me, even if it meant you could survive?"

"..."

Fisher opened his mouth, also looking at her lying beside him, and said nothing for a long time.

Until quite some time had passed, Fisher finally felt her hand extend from underneath the blanket, cold and grabbing his two fingers,

"It’s a pity that the one who knows all this and has the ability to save you is me and not her. Because I can be sure of the answer you just wanted to say, and I can be sure that if the roles were reversed, whether she would sacrifice me to save you. It’s just that suddenly, I’m not sure if, with roles reversed, you would be unforgiving to the pregnant her just as you wouldn’t forgive me..."

"..."

Fisher fell silent, lowered his head, and lifted his other hand to wrap around the palm that held his fingers coldly. Then he softly said,

"I wouldn’t forgive myself, this time as well."

"Shh..."

Her curled-up body inched closer to Fisher, just like a fawn laying around him. She mumbled somewhat indistinctly,

"I’m suddenly a bit sleepy, perhaps for the first time in ten thousand years."

"...What is it like for an Angel to pass ten thousand years?"

"I don’t know, maybe to me it’s less than thirty years?"

Fisher, a bit chuckling, then asked,

"Really, is Angel’s perception of time so vague?"

"Mm, after all, your thirtieth birthday hasn’t arrived yet..."

Fisher opened his mouth, about to say something but his throat blocked the words. He didn’t let go of Helair, just feeling the coldness from her fingertips, instinctively held tighter.

He didn’t speak again, just sighed and silently watched her as she closed her eyes...

Examining himself and her in this room, these two culprits.