Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1600 - 98: The Mystery of Birth (Part 3)

Apparently, what she wanted to confirm might not just be this answer, but also the mystery of her own birth.

Why had she never seen her father since she was born?

Why was there such a big difference between her and her mother?

Could she possibly not be her mother’s biological child? And if she was, then why could her mother, being a Mythical Species, give birth to her?

These questions drove Moli to want to leave here, but as she was about to, Fisher held her back, making her turn around to look at him,

"Mr. Fisher?"

"Sorry, Moli, I was just too anxious before, eager to know how to save the child, so I sent you to see your mother for answers. I didn’t consider the consequences."

"I understand, Mr. Fisher, I didn’t take it to heart. It’s just... I’ve suddenly become a bit unsure if I am really my mother’s child... so..."

Fisher gave a wry smile, suddenly recalling the image of that Whale-man barefoot doctor from back then,

"...You must be the child of Xuan Can and Hooked kiss."

"Huh? Why... why?"

"Well... in reality, when I was in the Northern Realm, I also encountered a pregnant Mythical Rank Phoenix. Five or six thousand years ago, her child was saved by a Whale-man doctor, who is very likely your father. And after all this time, with his wisdom and love for your mother, he may have found the way for you to be born."

Moli pursed her lips, feeling warmth in her heart as she couldn’t help but ask,

"How come it seems... Mr. Fisher is quite familiar with my father’s appearance?"

Sweat appeared on Fisher’s forehead, not wanting to admit that he used to be sworn brothers with her father, he could only say,

"The Moon Princess was very grateful to that possible Whale-man doctor who could be your father, so she told me a lot."

"I see..."

Moli smiled, lowered her head, and suddenly opened her arms to hug Fisher,

"Thank you, Mr. Fisher, I will try to help you and Rafael find the answers."

With that, she released Fisher and quickly left the tent, heading swiftly towards the ocean in the far distance.

Inside the tent, only Fisher and Emhardt, who landed back on his shoulder, remained. At this moment, Emhardt showed a dead-fish-eye look, turned his head to Fisher and complained,

"Aren’t you lucky, they’re all so good, did you ever think of slapping yourself when you sought out others?"

"..."

Fisher glanced at Emhardt, yet silently walked back into the tent, with some restless anxiety lingering in his heart.

The Doomsday Prophecy was approaching, and chaos was eyeing to destroy the world. He had abandoned Helair’s plan, choosing to save Rafael and unlock the key to the prophecy of the end of the world, which meant embarking on a path to collect the Completion Manual to control the chaos.

The journey would be challenging, not to mention his own child was in such a predicament, which made it even more difficult for him.

In silent contemplation, he couldn’t help but turn to Emhardt and ask,

"Do you have any clues, records, or scrolls on Mythical Rank births?"

"Where would there be such things?" Emhardt sighed, muttering, "Only three orthodox Mythical Species exist: Angels, Demons, and Elves, which don’t need reproduction. So only those who enter the Mythical Rank later in life would encounter your problems. But those Mythical Species are busy hiding to preserve their lives, why would they use scrolls to record them? The Moon Princess and Xuan Can’s case are probably among the few in the past ten thousand years, one failed and one succeeded..."

So there’s still only the path of Xuan Can and Hooked kiss?

But as he said this, Emhardt’s expression suddenly became very conflicted and embarrassed.

Fisher sensed this and turned to look at his uncomfortable demeanor, frowningly asking,

"What, are there any other clues?"

Emhardt pouted his mouth, giving Fisher a dead-fish-eye stare, and after a few seconds, he yielded, saying,

"If you really want to talk about it, there’s possibly one more person who might have related clues, and if you ask, there’s a good chance she’d tell you the answer... But from my personal perspective, I strongly suggest you avoid considering this method unless you’ve got no other options..."

"Who are you talking about?"

"...Who else could it be?" Emhardt said with an extremely uncomfortable tone, continuing, "Who else satisfies the following conditions: lived long enough, has immense knowledge, is related to the Xuan Can and Hooked kiss couple, and, has a... decent relationship with you?"

Lived long enough: over ten thousand years

Immensely knowledgeable: her name is renowned in the world, known for wisdom, labeled with the pursuit of knowledge as the First Pillar.

Related to Xuan Can and Hooked kiss: Ten thousand years ago, Hooked kiss, Fisher, and she executed missions together, maintaining fairly good relations.

Good relationship: The only woman who calls Fisher "darling."

Reviewing these four conditions, doesn’t it suddenly narrow down the answer?

Fisher was silent for a moment, looking at Emhardt like he had swallowed a thousand flies, and they spoke simultaneously,

"Helair..."

"Yes, that cursed Paimon..."

Emhardt sighed, extremely unwilling to say,

"But I strongly advise you not to do so. After all, look, she previously had plans to harm Rafael, although it was said to save you, but who could know? What if when she spared Rafael’s life, she had already considered this later layer, what should be done then? What if she’s just waiting for you to ask, then gives you a direction, no matter whether it’s right or wrong, she’s already laid out a scheme on your path forward, accomplishing her goal without you realizing it?"

Fisher indeed considered this aspect. He could even be sure that if he went to ask Helair, he would definitely get a corresponding answer...

But if what Emhardt said were true, if it really was a plan Helair had mulled over in many layers, trusting her solution might be worse than doing nothing.

After a moment of silence, he finally said,

"...You’re right."

"Oh, you’ve gotten smarter, Fisher!"

"..."