Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 45 - 42
45: 42.
Morning Routines
45: 42.
Morning Routines
Moonlight, like nature’s own quilt, spilled across Fisher’s bedroom.
He lay with his eyes wide open, gazing intently at the moonlight outside.
Underneath that enormous full moon, countless shadows hidden within the light surged, painting the hues of the night.
Beside him, red rose-colored long hair sprawled out unrestrained, with Rafael’s hand lightly encircling his shoulder.
Her beautiful face rested against Fisher’s neck, her every breath an echo of his own, lulling her into a comfortable slumber.
She was sleeping deeply, yet her feet, hands, or even her tail were all entwined with Fisher, especially her presumptuous tail, which was even now peeking from beneath the quilt and occasionally quivering—God knows what she was dreaming about.
Her normally sharp and hard scales became soft and smooth in Fisher’s embrace, warm and skin-like to the touch, so supple that it stirred something within Fisher and ignited a new heat in him.
The reproduction boost of the Dragon-man Species was quite exaggerated.
The original Fisher would never have had such intense desires, but the advantages were also exceedingly clear.
He was able to satisfy even a Dragon-man like Rafael and, in a way, he’d already far surpassed Humans.
Reminded of this, his face streaked with black lines, Fisher covered his face with his hands.
Rafael, disturbed by his movement, stirred groggily and then propped herself up to rub her eyes.
Fisher turned to look at her, thinking she might be awake, but saw that her eyes weren’t open at all.
She simply adjusted her position and comfortably wrapped her arms around Fisher again, motionless.
In the deep silence, Fisher’s thoughts began to race with astonishing speed, sorting through all the clues he had observed these past few days.
Firstly, Philone definitely had unusual intentions for their group.
His original target must have been Rafael and the other Dragon-men, but likely didn’t anticipate Fisher’s interception.
So, Fisher’s presence was unexpected for him.
What was his purpose for wanting these Dragon-men?
Fisher suddenly pondered a simple question: Why did Philone possess such wealth?
The first possibility was that behind Philone, there were continual supports of a powerful backer, who must have had a certain reason for their support—economic or political motives.
But constrained by the “South Continent Protection Law,” political aims seemed awkward.
Besides, if politics were the motive, he would likely be expanding territories, claiming as much land as possible—there would be no need to harbor demi-humans and sign treaties with the Schwali City Lord Alliance.
If the motive was economic, then whether he had a backer became irrelevant.
Because Philone must have had a highly profitable product line in his hands, and it was most likely related to demi-humans.
Only this could explain why he kept so many demi-humans in the Inner City, and why he needed a certain number of them.
Moreover, this product couldn’t just be the straightforward sale of demi-human species.
Trading in populations might be profitable, but not enough to cover the costs of running such a large city—otherwise, Slave Traders would long ago have become as wealthy as nations.
Thus, his product must be very unique, of immense value, requiring few demi-humans, and something that required his deep processing and was scarcely known to the public.
Fisher recalled something he and Rafael had seen before: those soldiers transporting enigmatic metal cylinders.
So, what exactly were those?
Fisher couldn’t immediately come up with an answer to this question, as nothing he knew of so far had such high value without the need for massive production costs.
But one thing was clear: Philone meant no good for him and Rafael.
Fisher had already sensed Philone’s trickery while watching the Holy Maiden Chorus; he had been prepared to confront Philone, but after answering that question posed by Philone, the man suddenly backed off.
Philone must have seen something in Fisher that held the same value as what Rafael and the other Dragon-women possessed.
Before obtaining it, he likely wouldn’t easily harm Fisher or Rafael.
During this period, Fisher had to resupply in the city to be ready to turn against Philone and then rush into the wilderness, heading straight for Krit Port.
Fisher exhaled deeply, then reached out and stroked the red hair of the girl beside him.
The Red Dragon Queen, hm?
In his eyes, she still had many immature aspects; because of her lack of understanding of Humans, driven by hatred and anger, she often made impulsive and oblivious decisions, leaving Fisher speechless.
But the longer he spent time with her, the more he understood that the still-naive girl in front of him was definitely the “Red Dragon Queen” prophesied, destined to become strong and wise with the passage of time, unmatched across the South Continent.
As a Human, he should have cut her down while she was still an unformed seedling, not allowing her to burst forth with radiance like the Sun.
Fisher stared at Rafael’s sleeping face for a long time, yet he did not make any move.
It was only when the moonlight grew denser that someone gently embraced the Red Dragon Lady, accompanied by Fisher’s somewhat indistinct murmuring.
“You’re really selfish, Fisher.”
…
…
“Ah…”
The morning Sun shone on Rafael’s face as she opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling for several seconds as if only then realizing what had happened last night.
She turned her head in a panicked and bashful manner toward the bed beside her, only to find it empty.
Then the shyness and panic disappeared without a trace, replaced by a deep void and a sense of loss.
Maybe the Human considered last night’s event merely a punishment, completely unaware of the importance of a tail-matching partner to a Dragon-man.
Ha, after all, Humans are a species that takes mating lightly, nothing compared to Dragon-men.
Yet his scent still lingered on the bed.
Rafael’s tail weakly slapped the bed, and she turned to look at the spot where Fisher had slept last night, lost in thought.
After a long time, she finally got out of bed and turned her head, only to see Fisher dressed in a fresh, neatly tailored Nali suit, holding a book in his hand and looking expressionlessly at her from where he sat, legs crossed, beside her bed.
Rafael’s face turned crimson in an instant, and she pulled up the covers to hide her body, which Fisher had seen,
“Fisher!
You, you, you, why are you in the room?”
“If I’m not in the room, then where am I?”
“I thought…
no, why didn’t you make any noise?!”
Hadn’t he seen all her movements since she woke up?
Even so, he just remained silent, toying with her without saying a word?
Such a terrible Human!
“I was studying how to improve your Magic, just lost in concentration.”
In reality, he was just watching Rafael, but Fisher would never admit it, infuriating the bed-bound Rafael who was clutching the covers to herself.
“Now that you’re awake, go wash up quickly, then come downstairs for breakfast.
In the afternoon, we’ll bring Lar and the others to the city to buy some supplies.”
Seeing her awake, Fisher closed the book and stood up.
Rafael pouted and accepted, watching the tall Fisher put the book back alongside his luggage.
But suddenly, she had an impractical suspicion.
Could it be that Fisher had been sitting here all along, just waiting for her to wake up?
Or…
was it just by chance that he had just gotten up and happened to see her awake?
This Human, as ever, was unfathomable.
Though she was still not entirely pleased, it felt as if a strange void had been filled, not as desperately sad as before.
