Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 6 - 6 6

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Them The black steed let out a gentle neigh by the river bank, followed by the sound of it bowing its head to drink deeply from the river water below.

By the carriage, a de-furred wild wolf was roasted to a perfect crispness on the outside and tenderness inside.

Unfortunately, Fisher hadn’t brought any spices, so the meat tasted rather bland, which was why he didn’t eat much.

However, the Dragon-men, especially the Little Dragon Man named Lar, devoured the wolf with greasy lips, the majority of the wolf ending up in her stomach.

He leaned against the carriage, confirming that the recent fight with Rafael inside had not damaged the overall enchantment Array.

If the carriage’s Space Magic were to collapse, he was unsure what would happen to the creatures inside.

They might get instantly squashed by items being squeezed into a mass.

The Yellow-Scaled Dragonman called Mier, like Fisher, ate very little and had sat down early next to the carriage, watching the younger Dragon-men enjoy their meal.

“How old are you?”

Fisher caught sight of her yellow scales gradually transitioning from close-fitting smoothness to sharpness, slightly raising on the surface of her skin to form a small armor-like layer, and his interest piqued, so he asked.

Mier’s pointed ears lifted slightly, and she turned her head with a bit of surprise, meeting Fisher’s direct gaze.

She quickly lowered her eyes slightly to avoid his stare.

“Twenty…

twenty-two years old…”

“I see…

How long does it take for Dragon-man Species to mature?”

“Mature?!”

Mier opened her mouth as if she was thinking of something, her head drooping even lower, and her voice shrank to almost a whisper, “By…

by my age, I should already be able to bear children…”

“…”

Fisher’s eyes glazed over like dead fish eyes, and he found himself speechless.

Is this guy an idiot?

The language enhancement from the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual was directly poured into his mind, which was a novel experience.

Many strange grammatical structures and language thoughts filled Fisher’s brain in an instant, conveying that clearly, he still wasn’t very adept at using it and sometimes blurted out ambiguities.

“I mean, how long until you’re of age.”

He rubbed his temples and then adjusted his phrasing, searching his brain for a while to find the corresponding word in Dragon Language.

“Ah…

Ah!

That…

um…”

Mier’s scales bristled slightly, she became even more embarrassed, and her tail kept sweeping behind her.

Her body language was animated, but the words that finally came out were still soft-spoken,

“Twenty…

twenty years old…”

“I see.”

So, Rafael’s age must be approaching twenty.

“What…

What is your name?”

Mier stole a glance at Fisher beside her and hesitated before asking.

For some reason, she always felt that the Human next to her was different from other Humans, though she couldn’t quite specify why.

If it were any other Human, she would have been scared speechless, considering her Mother had told her she was the most timid among all the Yellow Dragon sisters.

She also hadn’t been home for a long time, wondering if Burr had married another Dragon-man…

At that thought, Mier suddenly felt a twinge of discomfort.

“…Fisher, Fisher Benavides.”

“Ah…

Fisher…

Fisher…”

She was yanked from her thoughts and murmured Fisher’s name to herself a few times.

Then she stole another glance at the tall Human man, and quickly averted her gaze, falling silent once more.

Fisher didn’t speak again; he looked towards the fire, where Lar was still noisily munching.

It was astonishing that one person could outeat the two White Dragon People sisters, a testament to her formidable might.

Rafael, meanwhile, held a wolf leg, eating while keeping a wary eye on Fisher who was talking to Mier, fearful he might pull some trick again.

Fisher smiled faintly, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it; he moved a bit farther from the carriage.

He needed to call the horses back, as night was approaching, and it was almost time to set up defensive enchantments to avoid any unwelcome visitors during the night.

“Drip~”

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh…”

He whistled sharply, and the two horses joyously galloped back, returning to the side of the carriage behind him.

“I command thee, O misfortune of the assailants, shelter us.”

Subsequently, Fisher tapped the edge of the carriage, and as he began to mutter a low spell, one ring of the complex magic array inside was awakened, glowing with a deep purple brilliance.

A closer examination revealed that the deep purple radiance was intricately layered with circular magical glyphs, a testament to the formidable magical mastery of whoever had erected the enchantment.

This intricate magic was not Fisher’s doing; his abilities did not extend to such a complex level.

Observing the purple luminescence before him, Fisher’s thoughts drifted to the image of a particular sorceress, prompting a soft chuckle.

Only when the purple radiance had fully permeated the surrounding environment did he allow himself to relax.

Several Dragon-men watched in open-mouthed amazement as the purple light cascaded over the nearby area, resembling an ethereal aurora borealis.

While only Rafael could truly perceive the terrifying sophistication of the magical setup, the other Dragon-men perceived the purple light as merely ominous and unsettling in hue.

“Have you all enjoyed your meal?”

Fisher extinguished the end of his cigarette and had just posed the question when he noticed the scattered bones around the fire, entirely stripped of any meat. Lar was on the ground, holding his stomach and picking his teeth, while Kexier and Fasher were in a similarly depleted state.

It was evident that an answer was unnecessary.

“You are free to move about within this area for a short while. Rafael, accompany me first.”

“….”

Rafael pursed her lips, understanding his unspoken intention—it concerned “research”…

Though she remained uncertain about the precise definition of “research” from a human perspective, Rafael had already concluded it signified something sinister.

In her estimation, every action Fisher took was inherently bad.

She cast a glance at her companions and issued an instruction:

“Do not venture too far and absolutely remain within this violet boundary of light.

Keep an eye on Lar…”

After receiving confirming nods from her friends, she gracefully stepped into the carriage, entering its internal space.

Mier, positioned outside, observed Rafael’s retreating figure with a look of concern before turning to inquire of a companion:

“Why did Fisher single out Rafael to join him?

Is it because he knows Rafael is the Clan Leader’s daughter, or is there another underlying reason?”

Lar, however, pointed at Mier with an expression of astonishment:

“Fisher?

Fisher?

Is that the human’s name, Mier? You know his name?

How did you come to know that?”

Fasher and Kexier also turned their heads towards Mier, prompting her to wave her hands in a gesture of mild panic:

“It’s…

He told me himself…

I’m concerned about Rafael…”

Under duress, her tail began to sway back and forth nervously.

Fasher contemplated for a moment before stating:

“…Mier, where did he mention he was taking us?”

“Perhaps to be sold…”

“….”

“To their homeland, perhaps?

I’ve heard other Dragon-men speak of humans originating from distant lands…” Kexier interjected.

But Lar exclaimed, “No, that’s incorrect; we have humans right here!

And goblins too!”

Fasher shot Lar a stern look, “No, Lar, refrain from interrupting!

I am referring to those individuals clad in fine attire, wielding…”

“Guns!” Lar supplied.

“Precisely!

Yes, guns.

Those humans capable of wielding guns and employing magic, they hail from elsewhere…

They might have arrived by sea or perhaps they flew here—who can say…

What I’m implying is that he might not be returning us via the same route we arrived…”

At this revelation, all the Dragon-men appeared visibly frightened.

Following a prolonged period of silence, Lar hesitantly raised his hand with a pitiful expression:

“I…

I cannot swim…

Even if our journey requires the sea, Mier would have to carry me.”

“Silence, Lar!”

The campfire flames danced erratically as the Dragon-men engaged in fervent speculation regarding Fisher’s intentions. Their conjectures resembled the arduous process of solving complex mathematical problems during final exams, full of guesses but devoid of concrete answers.

Nevertheless, they had gleaned some valuable information—the satisfyingly roasted wolf meat that had filled their bellies, and the newfound knowledge of the human’s name: Fisher.