Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1594 - 96: Contradiction 4

"Ha...ha...Fisher, have you ever done something like this before?"

"...No executions, but I have killed others."

"This is also... in this era... more or less, every Nali person has blood on their hands."

After taking off his upper garment, he began to tear at his shirt with great force, tearing it into strips with such exertion that his malnourished constitution found it hard to bear, leading to heavy panting.

Fisher smiled slightly, opened the cap of the essential oil in his hand, and instantly, a quenched, acrid smell rushed to his nose, causing him to turn his head away slightly.

He glanced at Holan, who was doing something unknown, catching sight of his calm demeanor, and asked,

"Your expression doesn’t look like someone who doesn’t want to die."

"Yeah, maybe a bit. After all, the me who desperately wanted to die in the past is also me. Probably in this situation, death won’t come. Earlier, when I fell out of the Tenth Gate into the lava, as I was in mid-air, I thought I might just fall to my death, felt fear, and realized I didn’t want to die anymore, and then... I sensed the presence of death. But as I fell, I thought, ’Isn’t this what I was pursuing all along?’ I wanted to die like this, but didn’t expect to survive even after falling into the lava..."

"Then you’re having me cut you, I won’t need to cut you hundreds of times until you find the moment you don’t want to die, right?"

"That’s possible."

"..."

Holan, panting, tore off a long strip of cloth, made a joke to Fisher, then took the strip, turned back to look at Fisher, and said,

"You can start now."

Then, he knelt on the ground, tying the cloth around his eyes, wrapping it tightly round and round.

And Fisher also lowered his head, dripping the essential oil onto his Fluid Sword, drop by drop.

Originally, Fisher thought that with such a big bottle of essential oil, he’d only use a drop or two to repair the Fluid Sword, and the rest could be saved for later, but after dripping a drop or two, it had no effect at all, just like how useless it would be for a Nali gentleman with male dysfunction to drink just a drop of a Dragon-man’s blood.

So, he poured all the essential oil onto the handle of the Fluid Sword.

Magically, the essential oil was completely absorbed by the Fluid Sword, with not a single drop falling onto the ground, or onto Fisher’s hand, but all going inside it.

And soon after, the Fluid Sword, which had been dormant for so long, finally began to grow little by little under the effect of the "aphrodisiac," and in Fisher’s expectant gaze, the mercury-like blade unfolded once more, revealing its sharpness.

Seeing the "torture device" now ready in his hands, Fisher then slowly walked towards Holan, who was kneeling on the ground facing away from him, shirtless.

With his head lowered, both hands clasped behind his back, Holan’s spine, already deformed from a hunchback, was now extremely pronounced due to his thinness.

"When should I cut, do you need any preparation?"

"...No need, but it’s best to wait a little longer. After a while, don’t tell me the time, just do it,"

"Alright..."

Fisher took a deep breath, raised the blade, aiming it at Holan’s neck as Moli, watching everything from not far away, held her breath and covered her mouth.

"...Take care, Mr. Holland Dionysus."

"..."

Holan did not respond, just kept his head down.

The winds of the South Continent were always noisy, especially with the impending storm, yet in Holan’s ears, it was silent, almost echoing with an ear-ringing noise.

In his mind, past beauties spun around, trying to awaken a hope in life, a fear of death, and then he could die logically.

But unfortunately, he remembered nothing, not even the childhood sweetheart Leica he loved could arouse his hope.

She was already dead, and he was not, so he should die.

No, why was he thinking about dying, if that’s the case...

Behind him, Fisher’s motions still held, time stretching especially long at this moment, seeming to extend each second, torturing him with the internal conflict of forcing himself to think he didn’t want to die while still thinking about dying.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

But the blade behind him still didn’t fall, making Holan increasingly puzzled why Fisher hadn’t cut yet, for Holan himself was uncertain of his true thoughts, only hoping Fisher would drop the blade soon, to release him from this burden.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Yet amidst the buzzing and the blindfolded darkness, Holan suddenly felt a gentle tap on his shoulder from someone.

The next second, a stranger’s calm, slightly hoarse voice suddenly whispered in his ear, an unknown man softly spoke to Holan in Kado Language,

"Next, it’s your turn."

"..."

Behind Holan’s kneeling body, Fisher, altering his voice with life chaos, slowly took a step back, then gently raised the Fluid Sword in his hand, aiming it at his neck.

He didn’t know what Holan was thinking, but before the Fluid Sword in his hand fell, Holan’s head suddenly severed itself at the neck.

"Psscht!"

Amidst the splatter of blood, Holan’s headless body abruptly lost support, collapsing to the ground, moving into the embrace of death.