Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1654 - 116: Eating 2

"When Grandpa was around, he always held my hand."

"..."

Fisher opened his mouth, and after a moment’s pause, he slowly lifted his hand to hold Alicia’s small right hand,

"Is that so?"

"Oh no, Fisher, hurry up, I feel like she’s getting closer, she might find us soon!"

Emhardt’s urging came from behind, but Fisher had already led Alicia through the portal, and the array in the side door vanished in an instant. Soon, not only did the array disappear, but the narrow space outside the array and the side door of the entire office were hidden away, taking all traces of their presence with them.

The Magic Tower was very tall, and the husband of the guide, Vileli, was already panting heavily, but Elizabeth behind remained calm as if it were a simple walk.

In her golden gown, upon reaching the top, her sharp eyes quickly scanned the entire place, locking onto potential prey like a hawk.

But unfortunately, there was nothing on this floor, only Helson’s deserted office and the small coffin where he now lay.

Elizabeth blinked, a glimmer of light flashing through her empty eyes, then she waved her hand and said to Vileli’s husband,

"You may go, I want to have a word with Mr. Helson."

"Yes, Your Majesty, feel free to tell me if you need anything, I’ll be just downstairs."

Elizabeth didn’t even glance at him, she just walked into the quiet space, looking at Helson, who lay peacefully in the coffin, her fair fingers seemed to want to lift a bit but were dragged down by a trace of remorse in her heart. Finally, she could only say,

"I’m sorry, Mr. Helson... I don’t want to disturb your rest and make use of your last funeral. It’s just that I’ve waited so long, I’ve been waiting for four and a half years since he left. During this time, I’ve been enduring and changing. But what I got in return was one woman after another declaring their sovereignty to me. Yes, perhaps those were mistakes he made in the past, I thought so in the beginning too... But where is he now?"

Helson was dead, and the face of Elizabeth, once imbued with power and dignity, had turned especially cold,

"I even started to doubt that the letter he left was just a stalling tactic. He never intended to come back to marry me, he never intended to give up the other women. Either he was waiting, waiting for me to admit defeat and beg him before time wore me down, asking me to humbly accept those women he couldn’t bear to part with; or, he had already abandoned me, abandoned everything from his past, and ran off to some other place to enjoy himself...

"And neither of these possibilities can I accept."

As she got to this point, the sharp words in Elizabeth’s mouth suddenly softened, perhaps she realized she shouldn’t speak of these things in front of Helson, and after a brief pause, she switched the topic, saying,

"However, Mr. Helson must not hope for Fisher to abandon everything from the past either, would he? He will surely come back, and when he does, he will inevitably have to face me because I will not give up on him... So, this time, Mr. Helson, at your funeral, if he comes, perhaps I can take a slightly more gentle approach, at least it means he hasn’t forgotten about you... But if he doesn’t even come to your funeral, then I will have no choice but to adopt more extreme measures..."

"..."

Helson’s corpse didn’t respond, and Elizabeth had finished speaking. Now an Empress, she no longer needed to constantly pretend to be a devout Mother Goddess believer, confessing her sins in front of the Mother Goddess Statue.

But at this moment, isn’t everything she did a type of confession, just like every murderer from Nali being dragged into court, often comforting their conscience by talking with the Priest in church before committing the crime.

She let out a sigh, then walked leisurely to Helson’s desk. In a tacit mimicry of Fisher, Elizabeth was almost instantly drawn to the neatly placed "Magic Theory Complete Explanation" on the desk.

She slowly reached out to take the book, seeming to casually flip through Helson’s magnum opus, though she was not a student of the professional magic discipline and naturally would not judge the book’s value from an academic point of view.

So, the first thing she turned to was the book’s title page.

Once again, she saw Helson’s deep emotions and wisdom in writing this book, saw his yearning for his deceased lover, saw his expectations for his two granddaughters’ futures.

Of course, there was also his concern for the only disciple exiled abroad.

Yet Elizabeth noticed something extra; her hollow eyes flashed slightly, sharply noticing a slight crease in this sheet of paper.

She lifted the book little by little, aligning it with her line of sight, and after a few comparisons, she quickly realized something, her pupils narrowing slightly.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly remembered the slight discomfort her eyes sensed upon entering the Magic Tower earlier, as if her eyes were hinting that someone seemed to be up here as a guest.

Her lips curled up slightly, akin to a shark catching the scent of blood in the water, and a gleam of excitement and coldness lit up in her hollow pupils. She rubbed the creased spot on the page gently, murmuring softly,