Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1700 - 130: Scars (Part 3)

Elizabeth bit down hard on her teeth, even her hands gripping the bedding showed bulging veins, as if she still wanted to carve that damned girl into pieces even now,

"But I don’t regret this, Fisher. I didn’t torment her, she tormented me!"

"She wanted to snitch to my father, she wanted Dexter to know, wanted Gedelin to know that their dazzling elder princess had secretly committed to a lifetime with a penniless boy, shamelessly debasing herself to disgrace Gedelin. She mocked me with vile language, saying my carefully maintained facade was a joke, as if she could take it away with a wave of her hand...

"Before my coming-of-age banquet, my father and brother blamed me for the ’Universal Wish’ I publicly promised you, insulted me for disgracing them, demanded I take back my words. I refused, and so on my birthday, he slapped me and walked out. Dexter came with feigned comfort, yet his words were filled with ridicule, belittling my judgment, disparaging you as worthless. At the same time, he introduced other noble families to me, outlining the benefits and drawbacks of marrying any of them, describing how Gedelin would benefit...

"All of this was because of that damned wench who secretly informed my family. Principal Damien sympathized with me, never revealing my school life to my family, but it all crumbled with her nonchalant letter sent to the Golden Palace... How can I not hate? And when I was insulted by my father, shamed by my brother, I fixed my expression and returned to my birthday party... What I saw was your incredulous gaze fixed upon me... Fisher..."

Elizabeth bit down on her teeth, and in Fisher’s slightly stunned gaze, she looked at herself with a pained expression.

It seemed like the prior events couldn’t hurt her; what truly broke her defenses, what was the final straw, was his expression after reading that "begging letter".

Fisher, of course, understood that in that relationship, that unequal relationship, she was always sheltering him from the storm.

Beneath the intense auras of the Royal College legend, the Griffin Race champion, and the one promised by the elder princess, he had been oblivious to the pressure Elizabeth endured a short distance away, watching him intently.

At that time, he was a youth living in an ivory tower, unaware of the storms outside, but Elizabeth was different. She was always outside, watching Fisher with tenderness.

She fought against the imperial family of the kingdom, her father and brother, enduring countless mockeries and pressures, only to end up in such a predicament.

If Fisher couldn’t understand or lacked a conscience, perhaps he wouldn’t perceive the hardship. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t an animal, nor always a boy in an ivory tower, so he understood before escaping Nali, and felt remorse.

This is why he could never hold a grudge against Elizabeth, even if she did wrong.

Because those who are favored have no right to talk about right and wrong.

"I’m sorry, I’m truly... so sorry... Elizabeth..."

Fisher was unable to speak, he simply extended his hand, and with eyes full of anguish, pulled Elizabeth tightly into an embrace, trying to soothe the piercing pain left in her heart...

But, can such piercing pain truly be soothed?

"...It’s okay, Fisher, now, they are all dead."

"..."

In Fisher’s embrace, Elizabeth, coveting his scent, suddenly smiled slightly. She gripped Fisher’s clothing, as though stating a simple fact,

"Father and his cherished Lunxis were burned by flames until not even ashes remained. And Dexter, who mocked me, I personally, tore off his noisy head and fed it to my dog... At least my dog doesn’t talk nonsense like him."

"..."

Elizabeth smiled while pressing down the slightly stunned Fisher beneath her. In the eye sockets missing both eyes, hollow prosthetic eyes flickered with tiny glimmers,

"Now, I am the Empress of Nali, everything of mine is under my control."

"Now, there’s nothing left to stop us from being together..."

"Ding dong~"

"Your Majesty, your meal has been placed at the door."

From the palace doorway, Dianne’s voice rang out. Once the sound ceased and her footsteps gradually faded, Elizabeth snapped her fingers, instructing the Cardinal outside to bring the food in.

The aroma of delicious food wafted through the air as it was placed beside Fisher by the Cardinal. It included not only various traditional delicacies from Nali but also many sweet fruits.

Elizabeth hooked Fisher’s chin but didn’t wait for his gaze to look past her to the food behind. She carefully placed a piece of fruit on Fisher’s forehead, admiring her creation like a pastry chef adorning a dessert.

"..."

Ah, this is?

Facing Fisher’s widened eyes, Elizabeth picked up another piece of fruit, placing it on him, while slowly undoing the fasteners on the back of her clothing, making a crisp "click clack" sound.

"But ah, I can’t resist waiting until after we’ve eaten, let’s start now, Fisher... Give me everything of yours, just now, okay?"

"Ah, Elizabeth, wait..."

But there was no room for doubt. Elizabeth suddenly pounced on him, making him gasp as the surrounding curtains slowly fell, stifling the blooming spring inside the room, unseen by outsiders...

But still, let’s return to the earlier question...

Can such piercing pain truly be soothed?

Perhaps not, for unfortunately, any wound will inevitably leave a scar.