Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1738 - 143: Companions (3)

The illusory scarlet mist in the sky, day and night, seemed like an omen of death; many demi-humans from the northern Fake Court said that this was a sign of the Dragon God Fermat Baha revealing themselves.

Look, the sky is red, the Dragon Queen’s scales are also red, isn’t there a connection?

So, all of this points to the southern Red Dragon Court being the destined place!

Thus, as Rafael counted the army while pregnant, emissaries dispatched by the City Lords of the various northern Fake Courts flowed south like raindrops, declaring that the matters here on the South Continent were nearly concluded.

With the matters of the South Continent resolved, the entire Dragon Court was engulfed in the joy of victory. These years of perseverance were not in vain, and they truly welcomed a bright future.

Only one person’s mood seemed a bit complicated at this moment.

This person was the Lord Priest of the Red Dragon Court, the Whale-man species Moli.

By rights, she was not originally from the Red Dragon Court; she came here only to train herself, hoping to assist Fisher when the end times arrived.

But now, the Red Dragon Court was liberated, and the end times had already come, yet she had not even fulfilled her agreement with her Mother, nor had she managed to reach the Mythical Rank.

Moreover, even now, it seemed reaching the Mythical Rank wouldn’t help... During the earth-shattering war beforehand, which being wasn’t a powerful entity surpassing the general Mythical Rank? Even if she reached the Mythical Rank now, who could she defeat? What help could she offer?

Therefore, Moli, thinking of these matters, became increasingly despondent, spending her days by the seaside, embodying the true feeling of being "idle," compared to Rafael who was busy with the court’s affairs.

"Ah..."

Moli sat on the beach, gazing at the waves on the sea, hugging her knees, with her whale tail occasionally slapping the beach, pouting in despair.

She felt like a true waste, not matching her Mother in talent, accomplishing nothing. Since that’s the case, it seemed her efforts were meaningless.

At this moment, infected by nihilism, Moli became increasingly melancholic, even her Whale-man species’ instigating bloodline was activated, making her want to just lie in the ocean, waiting for others to resolve the crisis, or simply wait to perish with the world...

No, no, no, no, she couldn’t think like that; that was too pathetic!

Moli shook her head, but her softness bounced even more violently than her head. The Dragon Court’s lingerie was of poor quality, and even in an industrially advanced place like Nali, they couldn’t make clothing that fit her, let alone here, seeming only the vast sea could hold her ample bosom.

She gave her cheeks a gentle slap, determined to pull herself together and not be so pathetic anymore.

Even if she couldn’t reach the Mythical Rank, at least she could be of some help, right? Instead of staying here, she might as well find Mr. Fischer to see where she could be of use?

Moli stood up, deciding that since the Red Dragon Court had stabilized in recent times, she might as well take the opportunity to leave and find Mr. Fischer.

She was definitely not sneaking off behind Rafael’s back—after all, they had done those shy things together, so... eating a bit more was okay, wasn’t it?

Moli blushed slightly, exhaling, glancing at the scarlet mist reflected in the ocean from the sky, recalling back to the Demon Dynasty when Father had said that the base was the key to her reaching the Mythical Rank, but now?

No follow-up whatsoever!

Big liar!

The more Moli thought about it, the angrier she got, lifting her foot to stomp on the waves on the beach, shattering the black-haired human shadow reflected in the ocean, leaving only scattered points of crimson mist among the splashes.

"Moli! Moli! Where are you?"

"Rafael? I’m here!!"

Moli paused, hearing faint sounds from behind. She turned her head and saw Rafael, with her striking red hair blowing as she hurried towards her, a crumpled piece of paper clutched in her hand.

"Rafael, slow down, you still have the baby in your belly..."

"Enough with the baby, look at this, Moli!"

Rafael, gritting her teeth, couldn’t even spare the attention to listen to Moli’s concerns, practically tossing the paper at Moli before she stopped.

Moli took the paper and saw it was a newspaper filled with Nali text.

She smoothed out the paper, lowering her head to read carefully. Her blue hair cascaded like a waterfall, gracing the Nali text on the paper as she read aloud,

"Shocking, the World Magic Association and the Golden Palace have confirmed... Elizabeth Gedelin the Empress has an unwed fiancé, soon to... hold a wedding, the Prince’s identity is unexpectedly..."

As Moli continued reading, her tone became increasingly high-spirited, increasingly shocked,

"The Prince’s identity is actually Helson the Great Mage’s disciple, Fisher Benavides?!! And the Golden Palace has confirmed it!!"

She blinked, raising her head to look at Rafael, who was caressing her stomach, with eyes so fierce they could almost kill.

Moli swallowed, tucking her blue hair behind her ears, quickly trying to console,

"Calm down, Rafael, this might not be Fisher’s decision. Perhaps something unexpected happened over there, and Fisher accidentally got caught by Elizabeth or something..."

Rafael, gritting her teeth, upon hearing Moli’s consolations, had no choice but to sigh, crossing her arms and gazing at the northern sea,

"It better be that way... But even if so, considering Fisher’s capabilities at that level, to be captured by that human Empress, is not good news. Things here are nearly completed, I’ve already decided to head north swiftly to see what’s happening, Nali has bullied our South Continent long enough, it’s time for payback. Also, Moli, didn’t you mention before that you hold bitter resentment towards that human Empress?"

Upon hearing this, Moli pressed her lips, the glow in her eyes dimming, perhaps reminded of something.

She merely gripped the newspaper tightly, speaking softly,

"Yes, Elizabeth..."