Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 67 - 58
67: 58.
Krit Port
67: 58.
Krit Port
“In fact, the wound had already healed quite well last night,” Kexier had said to Rafael, using it as bait to lure the enemy deeper before catching her off guard when she realized something was amiss.
It had to be said, the Constitution and reproductive ability enhancements from the “Demi-human Girls Completion Manual” were genuinely formidable, as evidenced by a minor incident the night before.
Inside Fisher’s carriage, there was Space Magic providing exceptional soundproofing.
Otherwise, with just a room in between, Mier and Lar’s expressions that morning couldn’t have been so natural.
Early the next day, after getting ready, Fisher prepared to head north to Krit Port.
With the carriage fully rested, it set off northwards at full speed from the resting forest into the wilderness.
By midday, Fisher could already make out traces of the battle that had taken place between Schwali and the demi-humans.
Schwali was also known as the “Sun Country,” and before the technological revolution, it was extremely skilled in melee combat.
Centuries ago, during the war with Nali, they reached the capital of Nali three times, historically known as “Gedelin’s shame.” Gedelin was the surname of the Nali Royal Family, given by the Great Pope of Kado to the most distinguished emperor of ancient Nali after his conquests reached the east, symbolizing his authority over the entire continent.
But his descendants, centuries later, were routed to the corners of the coast by Schwali’s Sun Knights, playing hide-and-seek on their own soil, losing wives and children who each fled for their lives, which shows just how fierce Schwali was at that time.
Therefore, Schwali respected martial strength and authoritarian power, developing a unique centralized political structure where the Council was essentially nominal, with real power held by the King and a few noble families.
Oh, and by the way, that must also be the origin of their nobles’ penchant for bravery.
Fisher guessed, though he hadn’t published an article on it for fear of being verbally and literarily attacked by Schwali’s scholars.
Since the technological revolution, Schwali had embarked on a one-way journey of studying explosions.
Schwali’s gunfire was the fiercest in the Western Continent; they had different specialized bombs for different types of structures and groups.
They didn’t prioritize research on firearms or ships as much.
They leveraged their ancestral advantage in melee combat, bombarding enemy positions until the formation was loose, and then organizing their soldiers to charge in for melee combat.
Sometimes the soldiers would advance under the fire of their own artillery, not giving the enemy a chance to react.
The same strategy was used in the recent battle against the demi-humans.
Though it wasn’t an official military operation, the basic combat approach remained unchanged, no wonder that Rafael heard intense gunfire that night.
One could see all over the wilderness craters more than two meters deep, with the bodies of goblins, centaurs, sheepmen—some intact, some mutilated—littering the battlefield, all lifeless.
Here and there, one could see soldiers in red uniforms from Schwali, but often surrounded by many demi-human corpses.
One glimpse was enough to know the outcome: the demi-humans had been defeated.
The doors at the back of Fisher’s carriage were open, with Rafael silently witnessing everything from inside, even catching the lingering scent of gunpowder.
But her face showed no emotion, just silently committing the scene to memory.
Fortunately, this seemed to be the last battlefield of the war between demi-humans and humans.
After defeating the remaining forces here, the Schwali soldiers had turned back into the forest where their coveted gold mines seemed to lie.
Thus, midway through, Fisher and his company encountered no humans, and naturally, no living demi-humans; they passed safely through this stretch of wilderness.
After another day’s travel, this area couldn’t strictly be called wilderness anymore, as the grass was trampled flat by a steady stream of carriages, showing that human vehicles frequently traveled this route.
Moving forward, Fisher encountered several passing carriages, two from Nali, one from Schwali, apparently all travelers who had just arrived on the South Continent.
Fisher pulled on the reins; ahead in the wilderness was a large field of lavender.
Lavender about half a person’s height swayed in the wind, growing along the hillside, creating quite a splendid sight.
The breeze brought the faint scent of lavender mingled with the sound of the waves and distant steamship whistles.
From this vantage point, one could easily see the continent’s shore lined with steel and stone-covered buildings, with several large steamships docked at the shore spewing black fumes from their tops.
They had arrived at Krit Port.
Fisher’s eyes flickered for a moment, but he didn’t continue forward, instead parking the carriage on the edge of the lavender field and entering the carriage.
Rafael sat by the stairway looking at the carriage’s interior decorations.
Lar was next to Mier, chewing on bread and brightened at the sight of Fisher coming in.
Fasher and Kexier still looked ghostly, but lacking the wary gaze, they just didn’t wish to talk much with Fisher.
“I’m going out for some air.”
As soon as Fisher entered the room, Rafael, sitting on the steps, said so and then opened the carriage door and went out.
“Fisher, I ate your bread, hehe.”
“Eat it.”
Fisher patted her on the head and then turned to Mier,
“I didn’t lock the fourth door, the supplies are in there, you already know the utensils.”
“Uh…
uh?”
Mier nodded subconsciously but was very puzzled as to why Fisher was suddenly telling her all this.
“Rest here for a while.”
After Fisher had spoken, he entered his own room and closed the door.
A few minutes later, he came out with a meat saw in hand and headed into the wilderness.
Lar opened his mouth, as if he wanted to follow him, but was caught by Kexier and Fasher from behind.
“Lar, don’t go, stay here.”
“But…”
“Lar, I said stay here.”
“Alright…”
Lar looked somewhat aggrievedly at Fisher, walking out with the weapon.
He lost the appetite even for bread and could only lean into Mier’s embrace.
Outside, the scent of the lavender that rose with the wind was pleasant.
Fisher took a deep breath, stepped down from the carriage, and tossed the meat saw into the field.
In front of him, Rafael stood on a lavender-covered hillside, gazing from afar at the grand Krit Port.
“Is that…
the steamship you mentioned?”
“Mhm.”
Fisher lit a cigarette and replied thus.
“It doesn’t seem like it’s alive.”
“I never said it was alive.”
“…”
Rafael stopped talking, just staring deeply at the distant huge ship, watching it sound its horn and then, driven by a mighty force, depart from the port and sail into the boundless ocean.
One by one, carriages loaded with humans entered the wilderness of this continent; people from various nations, from Nali, Schwali, Kado, even from some smaller countries.
The two of them stood there for a long time before Fisher patted her shoulder,
“I said I’d take you to see a steamship; have you seen it this time?”
“Mhm…”
Rafael retracted her turquoise eyes, turned her head to look at the man beside her, took a deep breath, and her expression gradually became serious.
“I have one last chance to assassinate you, right?”
Fisher, sucking on his cigarette, nodded calmly,
“Yes.”
“…”
Rafael just looked at him while the scales on her body began to stand up bit by bit.
Her red horns also burst into intense light, the steam from her body slowly moving, invisibly stirring the surrounding lavender.
“Your magic was used up in Philone City, even if you have inscribed some these past few days, it certainly won’t be as much as before…
but this time, I’m still going to give it my all.”
Fisher pinched out the cigarette and silently made his way to the edge of the carriage, picking up the folded meat saw.
His expression was calm, returning to the sternness they had when they first met.
The Western-style suit of a Nali gentleman adorning his body made him look incredibly handsome.
Indeed, human clothing only looked good on him.
This is what Rafael thought.
But clearly, Fisher was unaware of her thoughts; he simply unfolded the meat saw with a bit of silver-white pattern shining on it, the magic he had inscribed temporarily these past few days.
The wind stirred the lavender fields, carrying his voice,
“Come on, Rafael.”
