Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1603 - 98: Love_3

Then, she nodded and said another sentence,

"After that, I can only accept Moli."

Fisher blinked but listened as she continued to say,

"... I know you have other female acquaintances, whether it be an Elizabeth or a Renie, no matter how powerful they are or how much better they are than me, I don’t care or want to see them. I can only accept you and Moli’s relationship; as for the rest, I will pretend to know nothing and that they are strangers who will never meet, and I also hope you won’t force me to accept them; I need to give my mother and the Dragon Court an explanation, even if it’s just fooling ourselves... Can you promise me that, Fisher?"

This also meant that from now on, for Rafael, Elizabeth would be Elizabeth, the Empress of Nali, not Fisher’s first love; Renie would be Renie, an unknown witch, not an intimate friend who left her clothes in Fisher’s carriage...

Rafael couldn’t force him to let go, nor could she force herself to accept. But for Moli, who had been with her day and night for so long, she might have prepared herself a little when letting Moli and Fisher go to the Demon Dynasty together and entrusting later matters to them.

Emhardt felt a rush of regret, wanting to bang his head against the carriage, a sense of "How could you let him off so easily" surged into his mind.

"...All right, I promise. Those mistakes were my doing, they have nothing to do with you and the child, and I won’t let them affect you..."

Holding the reins, Fisher made such a promise, and after hearing his sincere promises, Rafael extended her claw again, gently touching his head, puffing her cheeks, and said,

"It’s just a pity that this world doesn’t function entirely the way we want it to... If humans and demi-humans were always equal, with no ranks or conflicts, and I happened to be the first woman you met, maybe I could have openly and honestly had you be with me, just with me."

Emhardt might wonder, would Fisher really do such a thing by nature?

Maybe he would, because there was indeed such a person initially willing to walk to such an end with him, only to be separated by fate, and that woman’s name was Elizabeth.

These two understanding souls then parted ways, one becoming increasingly extreme, the other increasingly greedy.

Fisher could certainly argue, "It’s all because of the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual, not my fault," yet Elizabeth could also say, "It’s all because of my father who blinded me, and the terrifying Pandora Prosthetic Eye, not my fault."

So, whether to blame themselves or external matters, let them blame as they wish.

At least that’s what Fisher thought and said,

"Sorry, Rafael."

Rafael didn’t respond, just yawned like Elliog, but unlike Elliog’s wide-open "blood basin" mouth, Rafael covered her mouth shyly,

"So sleepy..."

"Sleep for a while. I considered that you might be tired, so I took the carriage."

"You’re so thoughtful, Fisher."

Rafael turned onto her side and lay on the soft seat inside the carriage, while Fisher let out a wry smile and then turned to continue driving the carriage.

The carriage traveled for quite a while over the bare rocks, and even Emhardt began to feel sleepy, flying down from the top of the carriage to rest on Fisher’s lap. Behind, Rafael’s voice, like a dream whisper, came again,

"Earlier... I seemed to have a dream, Fisher."

"What kind of dream?"

Fisher remained as patient as ever, not even discerning whether Rafael was really awake, as her voice was indeed a little unclear,

"I... dreamed that in Philone City, I should have died. This was my fate, destined from birth... But... I met you before that, and you loved me deeply, so... you saved me. But what you didn’t know was that the fate that should have been mine to bear all fell onto you...

"And then... you were in so much pain... You, who should have done nothing, could have stayed in Nali as a remarkable human, yet because of me, you were forced to fight against enemies not meant for you, endure sufferings not destined for you...

"I dreamed that you were in such pain you called for your mother, dreamed that your body was corroded by black mud, your very handsome face and body became something unrecognizable to me... Even unable to call out to me for help... Wuwu..."

At this point, Rafael’s murmurs carried a hint of sob, as if the helplessness in that dream made her feel sad,

"Seeing you like this truly made me sad... So, I was thinking... would it have been better if I had died in Philone City then? That way... you wouldn’t... wouldn’t feel so hurt and in such pain... I’m so sorry, because of me... like this..."

"Shh, sleep, Rafael."

But her words were abruptly interrupted by Fisher, who tugged on the reins, while his other hand reached out to press down on the dozy Emhardt on his lap, and he continued,

"It was just a dream; nothing actually happened."

"...Really?"

"Really?"

Her tone carried a bit of hope, and Fisher’s tone was very certain,

"Really."

"...That’s... that’s good then..."

Inside the carriage, Rafael’s voice with a sobbing tone came no more, and Fisher didn’t want to hear that guilt-filled voice again.

Actually, Fisher still remembered the pain endured during the chaos of fusing with the Soul Completion Manual, the heart-piercing agony that stripped him of pride and consciousness, a feeling he would never forget in his life.

Objectively speaking, maybe Fisher’s path to today was indeed related to saving Rafael and others from the Doomsday, so knowing this made Rafael feel indebted to Fisher.

Perhaps, knowing about Moli now and choosing to accept it also had something to do with it?

But Fisher never really felt that he endured all this because of Rafael, nor would he demand anything from her because of it, even feeling guilty for forcing Rafael not to care about Moli and other women, as well as being unable to temporarily solve the issue of the coming dead fetus within her...

Why is that so?

"Clip-clop..."

Time passed little by little, the red sun’s light pierced through the sky gradually slanting west, the sound of hooves beneath them occasionally resonating through the Southern Branch Mountain Range, and soon, beyond the myth species’ battle-flattened mountains ahead, in the distance, a shimmering sea reflecting the sunset appeared before the carriage-driving Fisher.

At the end of the horizon, a giant steamship with a stream of tilted black smoke was approaching the southernmost tip of the South Continent, flying a flag with the Naribai family’s emblem. Beneath the emblem was a line of Nali Language and a line of Northern Language, conveying the same meaning, which was:

"Wutong Chamber of Commerce"

But Fisher did not pay attention to the giant steamship approaching; he simply continued to drive the carriage carrying his loved one toward the Dragon Court.

At this moment, besides the sound of hooves and the gentle breeze, there was nothing else to accompany them.

The hooves busily set on their journey couldn’t bother to ponder, but the ever-observing breeze easily understood the reasons for all these, ready to explain the logic behind it, but apart from the Barbatos Demon God, no one could comprehend the wind’s voice...

They were saying: "Love is ever indebted."