Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 65 - 56
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65: 56.
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As Fisher was stewing the vegetable soup and pondering what to do with the little lamb in front of her, the bushes where she and Lord Raphael had found the sheep-man’s kind rustled once more.
Not long after, a sheep-man female covered in fluffy white fur emerged.
Her panicked gaze first landed on Fisher, before shifting to the child who was eagerly eating from the bowl.
“Child!”
She cried out in alarm, rushing to the side of the sheep-man child sprawled on the ground and hugged him tight.
Her fluffy fur covered much of her body, leaving only her dirt-covered face exposed where there was no fur.
Clearly, she too had not eaten in a long time, her clothing barely covering her body, a strong scent of milk emanating from her.
After she had confirmed the child’s safety, her eyes fleetingly glanced at the bowl in the child’s hands, her throat involuntarily gulping.
Fisher’s gaze lingered on the trembling sheep-man on the ground, and as she turned to look at Lord Raphael, her brows furrowed.
Before Fisher could speak, she leaped up from where she was and ran back into the jungle.
The sight of Lord Raphael moving caused the mother and child to panic.
Their bodies began to quiver uncontrollably, with the sheep-man mother clutching the boy close, seemingly thinking that Fisher had discovered something and was about to harm them.
However, Fisher simply continued to ladle out soup, absorbed in tasting its flavor.
“Bang!”
“Ah!
Please don’t!”
“Buzz!”
Not long after Lord Raphael had departed, the distant forest erupted with several roars and the sound of gunfire, with several trees toppling in succession, startling birds into flight.
Then, silence fell over the area.
Eventually, Lord Raphael slowly returned from the direction the mother and child had come, her expression somewhat cold as she dragged several muskets, her burlap clothes stained with blood.
She let out a long, steamy breath and tossed the firearms to the ground.
“Who were they?”
Watching Lord Raphael settle back by her side, Fisher scooped her a bowl of soup, but she sniffed it with wrinkled nose and appeared unimpressed.
She looked at the blood-stained muskets with a complex expression in her eyes, took a sip, and said,
“It was sheep-men, I’ve dealt with them all…”
“You’ve improved quickly, not acting impulsively this time, and your observational skills have progressed.
How did you find them?”
Lord Raphael directed her gaze towards the shivering pair, scanning their emaciated bodies from hunger,
“Even if they’re fleeing, sheep-man kind wouldn’t normally be this starved.
They could scavenge for grass even in the forest to satiate themselves; they shouldn’t be in such a state under normal circumstances…
There’s only one situation: they’ve been imprisoned, forced into starvation.”
Lord Raphael then turned to look at the pale-faced sheep-man mother,
“That sheep-man has a scent of mating with others; humans generally don’t violate female demi-humans, but she shows signs of such assault.
This can only mean that it must be a demi-human coercing them, most likely someone of their own kind.
It’s probable that front-line demi-humans suffered a defeat, and some within their tribes took the opportunity to loot the women, children, and wealth.”
“They must have intended to rob their kin or others passing by, thus sending this mother and child to lower their guard.”
As Lord Raphael considered this, her expression became sorrowful, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say.
This was the plight of the demi-humans, oppressed not only by humans but also by short-sighted ones among their kind who failed to see the big picture, continuing to bully the weak for their selfish gains….
She had spoken at length, yet Fisher had not responded.
She turned to look at him, only to find his usually stern face softened with a rare, gentle smile.
Under his unexpectedly tender gaze, Lord Raphael’s cheeks flushed red, and she instinctively averted her eyes.
“Your analysis is impeccable, full marks for you this time.”
“…..”
Rafael’s tail swished once, and he even took several more sips of the unpalatable vegetable soup in the bowl, as if it had suddenly become sweet.
“Fisher!
I heard a gunshot, did you catch some game?
Lar wants to eat meat, oh, it’s sheep…”
Rubbing her eyes, Lar ran out from the carriage door and saw the situation outside.
She was still not fully awake, wobbling as she walked towards Fisher’s embrace, only to be intercepted halfway by Rafael, who confined her in his arms.
“Lar, come and drink some soup.”
“Wuu…
what is this, no, Lar hates green food the most!”
“It’s good for your health.”
Rafael, like a Demon, force-fed the groggy Lar several mouthfuls of soup until he was sure she swallowed it, then let her go.
Lar immediately ran to the river with a crestfallen face to rinse her mouth with the stream water, as though something unclean had entered her mouth.
“I’m going to tell Sister Mier!
Lord Raphael bullied me and even covered me with worn clothes!
Lar is angry!
Wuu wuu wuu…”
Watching Lar run screaming back into the carriage, Rafael stood with his arms folded, indifferent.
As a joke, in the tribe, not even her parents could handle her, let alone a little Lar.
Seeing that Fisher hadn’t spoken up, Rafael scooped up some of the vegetable soup and let the mother and son drink first before indicating a direction for them to hurry off without intending to take them along.
“Thank you, thank you!”
Suddenly realizing that Rafael was actually going to let them go, the Sheep-man mother couldn’t help but hug her child and burst into tears.
Comforted by the child in her arms, she took the shotgun that Rafael had given them and walked south.
As nightfall approached, Rafael sat on the tallest tree watching the mother and child get further and further away, only withdrawing his gaze when they entered the wilderness.
With his excellent vision, he saw that in that direction there seemed to be a tribe of Sheep-men migrating south, and it was probably a good time for the mother and child to set off and meet up with them.
That was all he could do for now.
They were close to the North Shore, and sometimes Rafael could hear the sound of seawater slapping against the coast, see the seagulls spreading their wings, leaping freely in the Sky, and at night, could hear the roars coming from the sea like that of massive prehistoric monsters.
During dinner, Fisher mentioned that it was the sound of whistles from Human-made ships.
Therefore, in Rafael’s mind, those ships turned into huge creatures that let out great roars, their bodies filled with Humans, carrying them in their mouths across the Ocean.
He just didn’t know what those creatures ate to grow so large, to be able to carry so many people, to make such loud noises—they must eat a lot of meat.
The sound of the steam whistle grew distant, once again rendering the wilderness of the South Continent silent, only reminding Rafael that they were about to reach the destination Fisher spoke of.
Thinking about it, a peculiar sense of curiosity mixed with anxiety always surged through Rafael’s heart.
He really wanted to know about Fisher’s home, to learn about his past and family, and to live with him.
Yet, reason told her that such desires were indeed ridiculous, at least at the present.
Fisher lived on the Other Continent filled with Humans, just as Mier had said, where Humans looked down on demi-humans everywhere.
Even if Fisher was different, she could not accept that…
Rafael had things that had to be done, just as she had seen on this journey.
She wanted to bring her partners back to their homeland, to reunite them with their families; she wished to save those demi-humans who were continuously losing their lives, to allow them to return home; she aspired to obtain an equal status to Fisher’s so that she could stand by his side without ridicule.
And these—she couldn’t get by going back to his homelands with Fisher…
Rafael lowered her head towards the distant horizon, her green eyes occasionally filled with confusion, but eventually replaced by determination.
She had already found the answer she was looking for.
