Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1661 - 118: Exes 3

This place has essentially become the home of Vileli and her husband ever since Helson passed away, and it seems unrelated to Alicia.

Alicia pursed her lips, holding Emhardt disguised as a book in her arms, but still felt uneasy. She glanced around but couldn’t see Fisher’s figure.

In the next moment, it seemed as if a large hand rested on her head, like the wind or like her deceased grandfather, patting her gently and calming her down.

Suddenly, she seemed to become slightly aware of Fisher’s presence beside her.

"Since you’re here, let’s quickly head to the church. Everything is ready there... I estimate Her Majesty will arrive soon; the young master and lady have been there for a long time. It’s best we hurry."

"Miss Alicia, please come this way."

The Mother Goddess Sect funerals have always included the custom of offering gifts. I still remember previously when Fisher and Emhardt went to the Great Cathedral of Saint Nali, there were many letters and items burned for the deceased; Schwali is particularly popular in this regard, as their people enjoy giving enduring gifts at funerals to show condolences, a custom that has even, a century ago, influenced Nali, which originally didn’t have this habit, to the extent that people still carry it out today during funerals.

Since Alicia arrived relatively late, all sorts of noble guests were already seated, followed by the servants preparing various gifts for Vileli. Gifts of this kind are transported by one or two servants per carriage, topped with offerings from the Mother Goddess Sect, bearing texts that state the giver, the recipient, and some messages.

Alicia had no choice but to follow the servants with the flow of gift-laden carriages into the church to attend the funeral. After all the gifts had been brought inside, only then, before the start of the funeral, would the Empress of the entire realm with the grandest presence drive her chariot from the outer to the inner section of the church to attend the funeral...

Fisher followed in the center of the convoy, observing the gradually enlarging church ahead while recalling the notes from Mr. Helsen he read last night, unable to shake off some complex emotions.

Yet amidst pondering the content of last night’s readings and reminiscing about his teacher, an ominous foreboding suddenly bubbled up within him.

He wasn’t sure where this ominous foreboding stemmed from until, in the next moment, his peripheral vision caught the text accompanying the gift carriage in front of Alicia and himself,

"Northern Realm, Helldor Turand, gifted to the great mage Helson Laczette and his family."

"With sincere respect and regret, let us mourn the passing of a great man."

Helldor?

Wait a minute, isn’t that Valentina’s teacher?

How could his gift appear—wasn’t he long since...

But his surprise hadn’t fully soaked into his heart when, in the next moment, another line that made his scalp crawl struck his eyes beneath that text, it said,

"Northern Realm, Valentina, gifted to Fisher Benavides and his pathetic former partner Elizabeth Gedelin."

"You wouldn’t be wondering who exactly is the Phoenix claiming to be Fisher’s wife in the earlier letter, would you? Or rather, was Fisher never intending to let you, the trivial ex, know he had planned to wed?"

What??

Fisher swallowed a gulp, even though he was enveloped by the Hidden Blessing, he couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

One must know that Azan Ross’s Blessing can guard against the gaze and power of the chaotic Divine but cannot shield against close kin’s treachery!

And the gifts sent inside weren’t gifts mourning Mr. Helsen’s family but a barrel of gunpowder capable of blowing him sky-high!!

Yet, how did Valentina manage to send such things across the vast distance—could it be Slime?

But hadn’t Keken already said Slime couldn’t enter Nali anymore?

Fisher pursed his lips, yet before he had time to react, the resounding horn had already sounded in the distance, stirring up golden waves that invoked the populace’s collective shouting, they loudly proclaimed,

"It is Queen Elizabeth!! Her Majesty has arrived!!"

"Boom!"

What’s worse than lying upon a great quantity of explosives?

Of course, at this moment, the spark igniting the gunpowder was practically right at hand!