Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1627 - 107: The Solution (Part 2)

Helair smiled softly, holding his chin while looking at Fisher’s back, waiting for the inevitable "why" that was about to escape his lips. Sure enough, Fisher asked,

"Why is that?"

"Because you were so cute when you were asleep. I tried to pull away, but you wouldn’t let go, just like a little baby."

She extended her five fingers, the very hand Fisher had tightly grasped back then. Though it sounded sweet, Fisher glanced at her awkwardly, since it was an unconscious action he didn’t remember.

"Just because of that?"

"Why not?"

Fisher sighed, hanging a painting on the wall, aligning it precisely with the central axis before turning to look at Helair, who was already sitting at the table holding a pot of hot tea. On the table before her was a plate of butter cheesecake, and it’s a mystery when it was taken out.

"Ta-da, here’s your reward~"

"When did you take this out?"

"Paimon’s treasure trove, in these ten thousand years I’ve accumulated a little bit. So even living here, I can have whatever I want... and even change styles to pure Nali style."

Helair snapped his fingers, and the surrounding walls began to change styles like fluid gates, almost instantly transforming the entire palace into a luxurious villa in the sunny Nali suburb, with the distant sound of a carriage passing by at the entrance.

Fisher glanced around, witnessing his long-lost hometown. After a silent pause, he continued,

"I am about to leave the South Continent to return to Nali."

"Oh, is it for Elizabeth?"

Helair smiled, stirring her tea to let the steam dissipate, making it more fragrant.

"My teacher has passed away, and there are other Completion Manual clues in Nali. I need to finish reading all the Completion Manuals before the gap burns out."

"Yes, indeed, Nali does have clues for the next Completion Manual you seek. Your teacher Mr. Helson’s family had a granddaughter a few years ago, go and see, maybe you’ll find something useful."

"Granddaughter? It’s probably not Mr. Helson’s biological granddaughter Vileli, right?"

Mr. Helson had only one son in his lifetime. His son served in the Royal Army but later died in the war with Schwali, leaving behind a pregnant wife at home; upon hearing the bad news about her husband, the widow’s health rapidly declined, ultimately dying in the delivery room.

This is why Mr. Helson was so doting on his granddaughter, knowing she liked sweets and did everything to satisfy her little requests, then silently eliminated the side effects for her.

The Nali medical marvel, Low Ring Magic [Teeth Bed Rope], was invented by Mr. Helson to prevent his beloved granddaughter from getting cavities. Although ultimately his granddaughter Vileli was overweight due to sweets, which Helson’s old friend Damian often criticized, hoping she would exercise more, it clearly showed Helson’s cherishment of Vileli.

In the years that followed, despite experiencing the pain of losing a son, Mr. Helson didn’t invent large-scale destructive magic for the Nali Military, but instead went to Schwali several times for peace, his name even being included in the negotiation team when the two countries finally became allies.

For stronger weapons and larger wars would only make more fathers lose sons, no actions could bring back a deceased son, only peace could stop more losses and bring comfort to those in Nali worrying about their enlisted relatives.

Mr. Helson was indeed a wise mage, Fisher had always thought so.

"Yes, a granddaughter newly adopted after you left. She’s quite important, and you should meet her this time."

"You’re again..."

Fisher just wanted to ask how she knew so much when Helair already sipped her hot tea and explained,

" Haven’t you always wanted to know why I arranged for those obedient enchanting demons to enter Nali? They’re my ears and eyes, able to gather information when I’m preoccupied. After all, I’m not omniscient, while worrying about the plan, I also have to watch for your arrival, so..."

"...I understand."

After a brief pause, as his inner confusion eased slightly, Fisher nodded and Helair nudged the cake plate in front of him, signaling him to enjoy the dessert.

"Taste it, not everyone has a chance to try food made by my hand. By the way, if you have any questions, feel free to ask, I’ll give you all the answers."

Fisher grasped the small metal spoon atop the cake, gently scooping a bit from the edge of the butter cheese cake. As a subtle sweetness burst upon tasting, the hazel crumbs between lips and teeth ignited a desire to chew.

Unbelievably, she had such a wonderful skill, even more impressive than the Golden Palace’s chief pastry chef’s creations; even the camel peeking from behind seemed drawn, wanting to see what delicious food Fisher was eating.