Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 7 - 7 7

Chapter 7: 7.

Study 7: 7.

“Just find a spot to sit; today’s research is merely for some basic external data.”

Rafael followed Fisher back into the room they had been in before, only to see him explaining as he took a paper manuscript off the table, which Rafael could not recognize.

External data?

Rafael hugged her arms uneasily as the door behind her closed automatically, and the whole room became quiet in an instant.

This Human always used some incomprehensible words like “research” and “data,” which held unclear meanings in the Dragon Language. Most were replaced by Fisher with similar words, and when there was no direct translation, he would use the Nali Language phonetically.

“Don’t just stand there; sit down in the chair behind you.”

“….”

Without uttering a word, Rafael sat down on the wooden chair behind her.

Then, the man in front of her touched the black, long, bar-shaped objects around her, and the transparent cover surprisingly began to emit light, startling her.

It’s not Magic…

Could it be some type of bugs or stones that are glowing?

Or is it the gathered souls of demi-humans glowing?

She had heard from her mother that Dragon-man souls were scorching hot, thus they radiated light, which guided those lost in the wild back home each year. However, she had never seen it, and didn’t know if it was true.

Unbeknownst to her, the gathering light on her body was simply to allow Fisher a better observation of his research subject.

He put on a monocle that emitted flecks of soft light. It was a special Magic Item that allowed him to see the flow of Magic Power within living beings.

Some demi-humans’ physical traits changed with the flow of Magic Power inside them; he wondered if the Dragon-man was the same.

In the Western Continent, it was rare to directly study the Dragon-man Species, and he had scoured the South Continent until he found this red Dragon-man. According to others of the same species, this color was exceptionally rare.

If she was the so-called Red Dragon Queen, then he would simply have to acknowledge his defeat.

“From now on, don’t move.”

He pulled over a portable table that had been set next to the desk, which held some tools Rafael did not recognize. But seeing the iron objects shining brightly under the light, she suspected they might be some form of strange torture device.

Is this what research is?

She clenched her teeth.

Just as Fisher took out a tape measure, he saw her close her eyes in a gesture of tragic heroism. He was momentarily startled, but his expression remained unchanged as he started his task.

First, he had to take some basic measurements. Like height, weight, tail length, and age, among others.

“You’re very afraid of guns.”

Feeling something cold suddenly cover her legs, her eyelids trembled slightly. However, the man’s matter-of-fact, definitive statement made her open her eyes.

“If you’ve been shot through by that thing, it’s like you’d turn into a caterpillar…”

“Caterpillar?” The tape measure stretched slightly, reflecting Fisher’s serious expression, “Good description.”

“…”

Rafael bit her teeth harder, her claws in hand clenched tight. She wanted to tear this annoying Human before her into pieces.

Dragon-man scales did not cover the whole body, but they did cover a large part; it seemed there were no scales from the knees up to the lower abdomen, but her current burlap clothing made Fisher uncertain.

When will she try to assassinate me?

If she fails, then I can investigate further.

Fisher looked down at the scales on her lower legs. There, a small handful of circular scales, lighter in color than the others, caught his eye.

He reached out gently, grasping her lower leg, feeling the shape of the warm scales along with the underlying muscles. Dragon-man scales were not uncomfortable to touch, quite pleasant, except for a few armor-like scales that developed as a form of protection upon reaching adulthood.

“Hmm…”

Rafael inhaled slightly unnaturally, her right foot’s claws curling up faintly.

“Beautiful scales… You’ve been shot here; these scales are newly grown.”

“Heh… If it weren’t for those detestable guns, not only would those Humans fail to capture me, they’d all be dead…”

She licked her lips, her emerald eyes brimming with bestial hunger, as if ready to devour a person whole. In the effort to capture her, humans deployed over a dozen slave catchers armed with guns. She killed three-quarters of them, so after she was caught, she received “special treatment.”

She still remembered how the humans brutally beat her, how they pulled off her scales with pliers, how they sliced her skin with the edge of a knife.

Rafael's pupils constricted into vertical slits. Just by dispatching the human before her, she could make her return. She was steadfastly determined to exact revenge upon humankind, to make them account for all their transgressions….

Her killing intent emanated so strongly that the scales on her body rigidly stood on end. Whenever Rafael experienced agitation, her scales would react by bristling to reflect her mood. However, he remained oblivious to the reason behind the steam, resolving to investigate it later.

He gently ran his hand over the erect scales, then shifted his position to retrieve the silver knife from the table.

Upon witnessing him grasp a weapon, Rafael unleashed a formidable roar, akin to that of a dragon. This caused the temperature in Fisher's hand to escalate dramatically, as if he were holding a searing kettle, compelling him to relinquish his grip.

“Roar!”

Despite the palpable threat she posed, Fisher remained seated, facing her squarely and entirely unfazed.

“The places where you sustained shots ache during the night, don't they?”

Rafael’s pupils widened infinitesimally.

“Following your injuries, they merely extracted the bullet fragments. They possess no understanding of how to mend wounds on demi-humans. It is highly probable that none of the physicians who attended to your injuries were genuinely qualified, leaving persistent damage in your right leg and left hand…

Rain, exertion, the shifting of your scales – all these factors can exacerbate the underlying muscular damage, thus causing you pain, correct….”

“Your inability to strike me effectively earlier was due to poor bodily coordination. Your right leg fails to keep pace with your left, and your left hand lags behind your right. You are simply too slow, and I capitalized on your unpreparedness…

You are wounded. Without my restorative abilities, you will be incapable of executing your assassination.”

While Rafael was momentarily distracted, he carefully used the silver knife to lift a slightly pallid scale, exposing the flesh beneath. It was a deep purple, forming a stark contrast against the surrounding fair skin.

“This is none of your concern! I will kill you! I shall flay you, smear your blood across this very land, and you will perish in the most excruciating manner possible. I always uphold my word!”

Rafael’s scales stiffened once more, but this time, no steam emerged. Seizing the opportunity, Fisher reached out and secured her right leg.

His lips curling into a mocking smile, he raised the silver knife.

“You believe you can, little dragon?”

The edge of the silver knife incised the putrid flesh.

Except for her right leg, which Fisher held with an unyielding grip, her entire body contorted in agony, as if reliving the moment the bullet pierced her. However, this pain was exponentially more intense, feeling as though it bored directly into her very marrow.

Heaven only knows what the slave traders had coated their bullets with to subdue demi-humans, beings inherently stronger than humans. The muscle tissue surrounding the embedded projectile was practically rotted down to the bone.

“Bang bang bang!”

The silver knife vibrated subtly as Rafael’s tail thrashed violently against the ground. Yet, Fisher's left hand remained clamped onto her right leg, as steadfast and unyielding as an iron vise.

“Kill you!”

“I will kill you!”

“Kill…

you…”

“Ugh…”

From her right leg to her left hand, as the healing process advanced and time wore on, her lethal pronouncements gradually softened into heartbroken sobs.

Droplets of blood trickled down her body, falling onto the ground where they emitted faint wisps of steam, causing Fisher to flinch and avert his gaze.

His floor…

Thankfully, however, the healing process was finally complete.

Fisher procured bandages and medicinal powder, meticulously wrapping her calf layer by layer.

In truth, the duration had not been excessively long.

The sounds of the other demi-human girls returning had not yet reached their ears. Nevertheless, even an additional second of enduring such torment, especially without any anesthetic, felt like sheer torture.

“…You will have your opportunity if you can seize it.”

This was his sole response to her furious vows of vengeance.

Fisher observed Rafael, who had slumped back into the chair. He continued to document the biometric data of the rest of her body using a measuring tape, entirely disregarding her malevolent stare.

“Demi-human physiology is characterized by rapid healing.

You should recuperate fully in a short while.

I eagerly anticipate your next assassination attempt. Tonight’s research has concluded; you are now free to depart.”

He stood, discarding the bloodied silver knife into a side dish. Subsequently, he cleansed his hands with fresh water and extinguished the nearby light.

Although the illumination vanished, vibrant afterimages persisted in Rafael’s vision, alongside the silhouette of the man walking away, permanently imprinted upon her mind.

“Kill…

you…”

“Mhm, do your best, Miss Dragon.”