Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 39 - 37
39: 37.
Midnight Boudoir
39: 37.
Midnight Boudoir
“Let’s call it a night, Mr.
Fisher,” said Philone, rubbing his somewhat sore shoulders.
They had discussed the characteristics of the soul following the previous data report, but most of it was Fisher’s guesswork and couldn’t be verified.
And indeed, the night had deepened.
Seeing that it was getting late, Philone stopped his research for the evening.
Just as he was about to get up, he found that his steam arm wasn’t moving, so he sighed and took a bottle of lubricant off the shelf beside him.
Leaning against the table next to him, he said to Fisher,
“Mr.
Fisher, could you help me apply some lubricant?
My arm seems to be stuck.”
Fisher took the lubricant Philone passed to him, gently applied it to the jammed gears on his arm, then aided by pushing the gears with his fingers.
After several drops of lubricant, Philone’s whole arm released steam again and became agile.
“Did you install a small steam device on your back?”
Fisher commented, looking at the illuminated object puffing out slightly from under his shirt.
“You can’t hide anything from you…
I’ve installed a small and intricate steam-powered ring that doesn’t use much power normally, so it doesn’t need to be refueled too often, and when not in use, it can be removed.”
He gripped his mechanical arm, then smiled and said, “But no matter what, it’s still not as good as the original…
Okay, it’s working again, thank you.”
Fisher smiled and placed the lubricant back on the table, then stood up and stretched.
While doing so, he inadvertently caught sight of a miniature embroidery hanging on the wall of the laboratory.
The embroidery was exquisite, depicting a griffin that looked incredibly lifelike.
“Where is this piece of art from?
I’ve rarely seen such beautiful embroidery.”
“Ha, it’s a specialty from my hometown of Wulun.
When I was younger, people nearby were very good at embroidering,” Philone said, laughing.
Fisher took a closer look at the beautiful embroidery and then, as if suddenly remembering something, said,
“Wulun?
I remember that’s a coal-producing area in Nali, right?”
Philone also looked at the embroidery, silent for as long as Fisher.
Finally, he broke the silence, speaking calmly,
“…Yes.”
…
…
“Look, Fisher, they lent me a toy to play with!”
Upon returning to the mansion with Philone, they encountered Lar playing with a steam toy on the first floor, followed by several children adopted by Philone.
Apart from a Werewolf girl named Qi Qi, whom Fisher remembered, he was not too familiar with the rest, considering there were over a dozen children here.
When they saw Philone enter, they all ran cheerfully to his side, hugging his legs.
Qi Qi unhappily pointed at Lar in the distance and cried,
“Daddy, the little dragon took my toy away!”
“….”
Fisher glanced at Lar holding the toy beside him and then at Raphael, who looked away.
He was momentarily speechless.
It seemed Fisher’s gaze made Raphael a bit embarrassed; she stammered as she explained,
“Lar told them he wanted to borrow it to play, but they didn’t understand…”
Philone burst into laughter, holding Qi Qi he said to Fisher,
“It’s all right, it’s just a toy.
Letting her play with it is no big deal…
Have you kids listened to Miss Feiya and drank milk?”
“We did!” Qi Qi said, nestled in his arms.
“And what should you do after drinking milk?”
“Go to sleep!”
No sooner had Qi Qi spoken than another Werewolf child tugged at Philone’s trouser leg and shouted,
“Daddy, you promised to look at my drawing tonight!”
“Ha, sure.
Why don’t you show your drawing to our new Dragon-man friend as well?”
Philone patted the child’s head, making the Wolf boy named Bochi’s tail wag uncontrollably, his eyes lighting up,
“I’ll go get it!”
At that moment, the Bull-woman girl in a skirt named Nana returned to the mansion.
She appeared to be working in a role assisting Lord Philone with his duties, so busy that she had only just come back.
“Mr.
Philone, those Werewolves have agreed, and they’re thrilled about the job opportunity.”
“That’s good.
That should solve any problems with the demi-humans’ lives.”
“Daddy, look, this is my drawing!”
Bochi ran back from his room, carrying a crayon drawing of a green field.
On that field were he, the other children, and a tall man in a suit, albeit without any facial features.
“Who is this?” Philone squatted down, pointing to the figure in the suit.
“It’s Daddy, Daddy without a mask… freёwebnoѵel.com
Daddy must have been without a mask before, so I drew it this way.
Afterward, you will surely recover from your illness, and you won’t need a mask anymore!”
Philone smiled faintly, looking at Fisher, and then laughed,
“Ha-ha-ha, these kids really are amusing…”
Fisher’s face creased as he glanced at Lar, who was gnawing at the metal toy.
He tapped her head, making her reluctantly stop.
“I want to be an artist when I grow up, okay Daddy?”
“Oh dear, that is quite the formidable profession.
Bochi, you’ll have to work very hard.
For instance, right now, you should go to bed.”
“Okay!”
Philone touched the child’s forehead, smiled, and instructed the Maids to take the children back to their rooms.
Many children were reluctant to go to sleep, begging in a coquettish manner for Philone to lull them to sleep, and Philone, troubled, followed them into their room.
“We’ll take our leave and rest now, Miss Nana.”
In the living room, Fisher glanced at the Bull-woman Nana beside him.
Her impression of Fisher wasn’t very good, probably because of the previous incident with Orn, so the expression on her face was merely polite.
“Good night, Mr.
Fisher, Miss Raphael.”
This time, she spoke in Dragon Language.
Fisher, with Raphael and the others, headed to the second floor.
Before leaving, he made sure Lar put the toy back, otherwise she would surely have slept with that mechanical car.
In reality, she had no idea it was a car; she was simply amused by the object’s four wheels and its rollability.
“Where are Mier and the others?”
“Ah, they came down with us earlier, but they went back first because there wasn’t anything interesting.”
After sending Lar back to Mier’s room and waiting for the door to close, only Fisher and Raphael remained in the hallway.
Fisher turned to look at her, which made her instinctively avert her gaze,
“Let’s go, time to sleep.”
“…Mhm.”
Raphael had intended to change her clothes directly, but now with Fisher nearby, she crawled into the bedding on the floor and rustled as she undressed within the cover, laying her clothes outside.
But Fisher wasn’t looking at her; instead, he leaned against the bed, continuously writing something in the lamplight with a feather pen.
Mostly, it was about the research he had conducted with Philone that day, including some speculations about souls, their traits, and observational methods.
Fisher pondered in his mind what could be used as proof.
Initially, Raphael didn’t care to look at Fisher, but she soon realized that he was entirely focused on his research and not paying any attention to her.
Thus, she turned her head and silently watched Fisher, who lay on the bed in a shirt, from underneath the covers.
After writing for a while, Fisher rubbed his shoulders and placed the pen and notebook on the bedside,
“Time to sleep…
huh, are you figuring out how to defeat me?”
He noticed Raphael, who was still staring at him, and asked this question.
Her red horns illuminated her face, making it hard to tell if her cheeks were tinged with a cherry color again.
She pulled the bedding up, leaving only her eyes exposed, and whispered back,
“Mhm.”
“That’s good, think more, the success rate will be higher…
I’m turning off the light.”
Fisher turned off the light.
He seemed to have heard the sounds of Philone and Nana returning to their own bedrooms earlier.
He also lay down under the covers and placed his Handcane on the bedside, in case he was attacked by the Dragon-man Lady in the middle of the night.
As for Raphael, she had no intention of attacking him.
Suddenly sharing a room with this Human, she couldn’t understand why she felt an odd flush of warmth and had trouble falling asleep.
In the silent night, with moonlight shining through the curtain, only the breaths of two people remained in the room, along with the faint, muffled chatter from Mier’s room.
It was probably Lar musing about what to have for breakfast and Fasher and Kexier tickling her, which Mier halted.
The insulation of the house was poor, but luckily Lar’s room was quite distant from Fisher’s, at least farther away than Philone and Nana’s rooms were from each other.
Her ears trembled slightly as she unconsciously started listening to the sounds outside to disperse the inner heat.
Soon, there was a sound of a door opening from the corridor – likely Nana’s room.
Soft footsteps followed, and it seemed she had opened the door of Philone’s room next to hers.
“Mr.
Philone…” Nana’s voice was tender and quiet, becoming somewhat indistinct when it reached here, “Please allow me to serve you tonight too…”
“Thank you.”
The door to Philone’s room closed, and soon after, there were low breaths and Nana’s soft moans.
Raphael’s mind blanked for a second, and then her whole face flushed red.
Wait, the Bull-woman girl and the City Lord were…
“F-Fisher!”
She burst up from beneath the covers in steamy panic, looking anxiously at Fisher lying with closed eyes next to her, “You…
did you hear that?”
Fisher remained in his sleeping position, then opened one eye to glance at her.
He was silent for a second before speaking,
“Don’t listen, sleep.”
Raphael pursed her lips and lay back down.
Wait, wait, wait…
Humans and demi-humans also…
That’s not…
that’s not…
Despite her racing thoughts, only the concept of demi-humans and Humans intermixing clearly resided in her brain.
It was like a clash of worldviews, causing her to start wildly speculating.
So, does that mean Humans like Fisher?
Wait, why am I thinking about Fisher?
He’s also Human, and I’m a Dragon-man Species…
No, no, that’s wrong, although he’s indeed strong and a good person…
but I couldn’t possibly choose him as a tail-matching partner…
much less do that sort of thing…
Right, that’s true…
It was like that.
She covered her ears with the pillow to block out the inviting sounds, not realizing that her scales flattened and softened at the thoughts of a certain someone.
She clutched at her long tail, as if holding…
She shook her head, urging herself not to overthink and to sleep.
Don’t overthink!
Don’t imagine that scene!
Don’t think about Fisher!
Humans and demi-humans…
Stop thinking about it!
Beside her, Fisher quietly opened both eyes, his expression turned to one of a dead fish due to the faint steam carrying the scent of Raphael filling the room again, knowing that she was lost in her thoughts.
Wisely, he didn’t speak or make any movement, only glancing towards Philone’s room, unclear about what was on his mind.
