Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 42 - 40
42: 40.
The Duel at Night
42: 40.
The Duel at Night
In the evening at Philone’s Mansion, only Fisher and Rafael were enjoying dinner; Nana and Philone seemed to be busy with other matters and were not in the room.
“Did anything strange happen today?”
Fisher asked Rafael, who looked puzzled and then shook her head,
“Nothing strange, it’s just us, those children, and the maid in the house.”
“…That’s good, make sure to use the Magic I gave you if anything happens.”
Rafael chewed her food and nodded,
“I understand.”
“I want Magic too!” Lar bobbed her little legs and called out, making Fisher unable to resist stroking her head and saying to her,
“You don’t need it.”
Because they still had the Slave Emblem, he could sense their location and state at any time; they did not need extra Magic crafted.
Lar squinted her eyes and then said somewhat disappointedly,
“But Lar has never used Magic, Mom said that Magic would singe my tail like roasting a lizard, and then I’d never see her again.”
As Fisher listened, he suddenly remembered something and asked them,
“Do you know of a companion named Nar?”
Philone had mentioned him before; the information about these Dragon-men had all come from a Dragon-man named Nar.
“It’s Nar!
Lar’s brother!”
“Nar is Lar’s older brother, shouldn’t have been too far from us when he was captured, but some other humans took him away, now we don’t know where he is…”
Mier took a glance at the excited Lar, then turned to Fisher to explain.
“I see, I understand now.”
Fisher nodded, noticing that the food was almost eaten, he then said to Rafael,
“Are you finished?
If so, let’s prepare to leave.”
Rafael wiped her lips, then smiled, her eyes brimming with confidence,
“Humph, I’m ready.”
Fisher caught her confidence, casually picking up his hand cane and hat, “Hopefully so, follow me..
Mier and the others will stay here; if anything happens, I will sense it.”
…
…
The night in Philone City carried a peaceful tranquility.
Since the arena required passing through the demi-human living area, Fisher and his group could see the contented demi-humans sitting leisurely at the doors of their houses, curiously watching the passing humans and the red Dragon-man Species.
This environment was truly serene; it had been a long time since Rafael had seen such an atmosphere.
Before, she might have seen something similar in the tribe, but seeing so many different races together so calm gave Rafael an unreal sense of unreality.
Yet even so, she was captivated by this moment of serenity, unable to extricate herself for a long time.
Despite the scenery, Fisher did not pause at all, his gaze sweeping over it for a moment or two before he quickened his pace, leaving Rafael behind to only see his silhouette.
By the time she noticed, he had walked far ahead, forcing her to quicken her pace to catch up.
Philone described the arena as a large, open circular plaza located at the base of the Inner City walls, still faintly showing the blackened, unwashable Traces likely left by some type of steam machinery.
“It’s spacious enough here.”
Fisher walked to the edge of the area, took off his coat, folded it neatly, and placed it on the ground.
Beneath his coat, he wore a white shirt and a brownish-gray waistcoat, his figure tall and imposing as he took his hand cane and walked a good distance opposite Rafael before finally turning to look at her.
Up to this point, he had not held back any of his abilities in front of Rafael.
She knew the strength of his body and the Magic engraved on his hand cane, and if she had thought carefully about how to duel, then he would have to anticipate her moves based on the available information.
However, Fisher had always taken his battles with her seriously, as he had said before.
After all, an adult Dragon-man Species was not at the same level as before.
Seeing her single-handedly penetrate an army with ease showed her formidable strength.
Therefore, Fisher had also prepared a reserve tactic, which was the modified Dragon-man Magic.
The traditional, pure Dragon-man Magic was crude and immensely destructive, but Fisher felt that the scope of application for that Magic was far too narrow.
He had been trying to improve their Dragon-man Magic using Human Magic Theory throughout these days and had achieved some initial success.
Thus Fisher raised his hand cane towards Rafael in the distance and said,
“Come on.”
“Hmph, watch yourself!”
Rafael closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened them again.
Her green eyes under the night sky seemed to glow, and steam started to slowly rise from her body, indicating she was fully in Battle State.
“Boom!”
The next second, with a loud bang, the ground under her feet instantly cracked open, and she, like a red meteor, leapt up, spinning towards Fisher in mid-air.
Fisher had anticipated her mode of attack, knowing that with his current physical strength, it would be foolish to engage in close combat with her as he had when she was not yet mature—it would be like putting his hand in a meat grinder.
