The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 125: The Beginning of the Dragon Queen

After handling the traces left behind by Eliog well, Fisher walked toward the laboratory entirely alone by himself. Within his mind however constantly flashed past the details of the [Human-Insect] encountered just now. According to what Eliog said, there was a human who refined many lives into the monster from just now, although the purposes were unclear.

How did that human manage to do it? How did that kind of bizarre technology come to be?

Fisher suddenly associated to that fellow Pherone, only feeling there were extremely many points of similarities between them. Then does this explain whether the person Eliog was pursuing also possessed a possibility of owning a Completion Handbook?

Fisher didn't dare be certain, because even he didn't know how many Completion Handbooks there were altogether. But looking at it currently, this Demi-Human Completion Handbook of his own was somewhat more special compared to others... Or should it be said, somewhat more bizarre?

Fisher didn't continue complaining about the Demi-Human Completion Handbook within his bosom, merely hoping Eliog could catch up to that human scum and then kill him off. The reason for not complaining about the Demi-Human Completion Handbook was because he himself was immediately about to open it, to see what rewards there were for the Demon-kin's biological progress reaching 50%. If by chance after it heard it gave absolutely nothing to himself, what to do then?

Fisher walked back to the laboratory, carefully observing a bit whether unclean things like that Human-Insect had ran inside his own room, or whether any strange traces were left behind. However it seemed aside from that iconic saltpeter scent of Eliog's, there was then absolutely nothing else.

This time, Fisher then with his heart set at ease opened that Completion Handbook inside his own bosom. In an instant, segments upon segments of illusory text floated rising up, emerging before his eyes.

[Demon-kin Biological Research Progress: 53%]

[Demon-kin Society Research Progress: 3%]

This rapidly soaring progress made Fisher suddenly recall, aside from Renee, every time regarding the biological research progress of demi-human girls it was all relying on intimately contacting with them... Could it be that only this method could rapidly elevate biological research progress?Or to say this was a practical joke of the Demi-Human Completion Handbook's creator?

Fisher with a face covered in black lines no longer bothered to haggle, conversely looking toward the downward rewards of reaching 50% biological research progress.

[Unlocked Rewards: Constitution +3, Demon Language +3, 'Secret Treasure of the Demon Dynasty' Treasure Map]

[Secret Treasure of the Demon Dynasty: The Great Dynasty will once again obscure the world's skies, carving myriad matters and myriad things beneath the control of the Seventy-Two Demons!]

Right after the illusory text and explanations appeared, on Fisher's hands then out of thin air appeared a twisted scroll completely lacking regular aesthetic sights. The scroll seemingly still possessed the residual warmth of molten lava. Right at the topmost above two lifelike fluttering red butterflies were carved. Down below was a line of text bizarre to the extreme, exactly as if one spinning whirlpool after another normally.

Fisher having just obtained the knowledge of Demon Language instantly sensed a massive burst of knowledge charging into his brain, turning the whirlpool texts carved above into slowly becoming familiar. The scroll having written,

[Submit to the Desire's Abyss]

After pausing a moment Fisher unfurled the map. This map was exceptionally huge, but with one look it wasn't a map belonging to the West Continent, because the maps of the West Continent lacked a tall and massive mountain range in the middle; yet on the map was unexpectedly drawn that kind of design.

This was a map of the Southern Continent; the approximate location lay precisely at the easternmost extreme location of the Southern Continent. But the creator again drew a downward pointing demon finger upon the marked location of the map, and attached explanations in Demon Text,

[Beneath the Desire's Abyss, the Secret Treasure will be presented for you]

Could it be to say the Demon Dynasty was in the Southern Continent? Or to say it was merely the Secret Treasure of the Demon Dynasty in the Southern Continent?

Fisher for a period of time possessed no other clues, having no choice but to first stow away that map. But looking at that Southern Continent map walked past previously, his train of thought unavoidably thought of that red-colored Dragon-kin girl encountered previously. Not clear how she was living now. When separating, he himself also gifted her a copy of a map, extremely comparable and similar to this copy.

She still owed himself one instance of punishment.

Penetrating through the windows of his own laboratory, Fisher gazed at the stars upon the skies gradually spreading out because of the setting sun falling down, thinking like this.

The skies gradually grew dark and sunk, but regardless whether West Continent or Southern Continent they all shared the exact same starry sky.

Within the uninhabited wilderness, on the ground unceasingly existed Earthen Goblins opening their eyes observing outwards. Their gazes quietly landed upon the body of that young girl wearing a cloak standing before the mountain slopes.

That young girl possessed a head of crimson red long hair. Between her forehead, a pair of twin horns bright exactly like sunlight. Her side profile was unexcelled in beauty; a pair of jade-green pupils calmly gazing at the night sky. Unknown what she was pondering, merely uttering not a single word. Only until after a very very long time, did she finally withdraw her own gaze.

"Chief! Behind us already possesses no pursuing troops of humans anymore, they've given up!"

Behind her back, a good several Dragon-kins raising torches ran out from within the jungle, extremely respectfully aiming at that extremely young-looking girl bowing precisely like so.

And that young lady was precisely Raphaela who had left Fisher for a very long time. Extremely long time no see, she was still dazzling exactly like before like that. Merely right now her face was entirely filled with solemnness and calmness. The deepest depths of a pair of jade-colored twin pupils exactly like a pool of water seemingly combusted with non-stopping raging flames.

She turned her head looking toward the firelight lighting up within the jungle. Gaze serene, lacking sorrow and also lacking joy.

A month ago, she had finally rushed across the entire continent returning to her own tribe. But upon returning she only then discovered her own tribe had already been destroyed. Her own father was killed by humans; the entire race lacked many Dragon-kins left remaining. But her elder brothers were nevertheless still preparing impulsively to go search for humans for revenge; extremely fortunate Raphaela had returned...

Facing the words of the tribesmen, she nodded her head,

"Today bring the tribesmen to temporarily rest up here right. We will continue hurrying along our journey early morning tomorrow, until Sunset Valley before stopping again... Have you contacted the Dragon-kins of the West Branch Tribe and the East Branch Tribe?"

The two Dragon-kins exchanged glances with each other, both somewhat finding it hard to open their mouths. Waiting for a while, one of the Dragon-kins among them finally arduous replied,

"They... don't plan to bother with us. They say humans won't go to the East and West sides, because the two sides possess no gold mines, those things humans desire..."

Raphaela hearing afterwards faintly smiled. Not turning angry, conversely somewhat sarcastically saying,

"Yes, humans won't go now. But Raphaela will arrive at the East and West Branch Tribes earlier than humans. I will pluck out the heads of that bunch of stubborn old fogeys, letting their tribesmen see exactly what things are stuffed inside their brains... You all go right, go rest up a bit, continuing to set off early tomorrow morning."

"...Yes."

The two Dragon-kins answering the sound returned into the jungle. Raphaela nevertheless didn't move, still gazing at the pitch-black night skies in the distance.

Not long passing, from within the jungle again walked out a Dragon-kin married woman who even if wearing simple and unadorned clothings, still looked extremely elegant and refined. That Dragon-kin bound a head of golden-yellow long hair behind the back of her head, a single long golden horn growing outwards between her forehead, but her entire person looking at it already possessed intents of aging and growing old.

Her gaze looked somewhat worriedly toward that young red Dragon-kin currently planning out the routes. She stood at the original spot yet didn't voice out a sound for an exceptionally long time, perfectly as if terrified of disturbing her.

Ultimately it was Raphaela who first realized something normally. She suddenly turned her head seeing that married woman standing at the original spot. Her complexion changed, walking to the side of that married woman, speaking in a low voice,

"Mother..."

"Raphaela, you ought to rest a bit already, how many days has this already been."

The person arriving was precisely Raphaela's mother, Yali'er, and also the wife of the former Chief.

When she was young she was the most beautiful Dragon-kin of the entire South Branch Tribe, and furthermore was able to be Tail-Compatible with the strongest and sturdiest Dragon-kin of the entire tribe. Their union was viewed as the most fitting marriage of the South Branch Tribe for thousands and hundreds of years, it could be said as a match made by heaven.

Merely, this kind of beautiful tale vanished like smoke dispersing like clouds several months ago, after Raphaela's father was killed by humans.

The mother before her eyes had aged exceptionally much in an instant; the responsibilities of the entire tribe currently all rested upon Raphaela's shoulders.

"...I'm still fine, you go see elder brothers right. Their bones were broken off by me, they ought to have not yet completely healed yet."

In the war with humans several months ago, Raphaela lost her father and seven brothers, but humans also suffered disastrously heavy casualties dead and injured because of it. The several elder brothers solely left remaining thought of avenging their father, preparing to lead the remaining Dragon-kins launching a death struggle towards the humans within the city; extremely fortunuate Raphaela returned precisely at this time.

She made the resolution leading tribesmen to migrate, avoiding erupting into conflicts with humans now. This opinion of course incurred the opposition of all her brothers, believing she was too cowardly and weak, unfitting to act as a Dragon-kin, believing Raphaela was a traitor, possessing not the slightest bit of feelings regarding father dying away. It was all because she was a red Dragon-kin, she was a freakish monstrosity.

This sentence enraged Raphaela. Therefore she painfully beat up all her brothers for a bout. The most serious elder brother was even almost beaten to death at the original spot by Raphaela. Extremely fortunate there was Yali'er mediating their strife, otherwise Raphaela truly wouldn't mind executing a blood relative by her own hands for the future of the tribesmen.

She indeed had changed exceptionally much, making many tribesmen all feel unfamiliar towards her. But her formidability was beyond all doubt. Presently the vast majority of tribesmen could only believe in Raphaela. Thus they followed her leaving the home village they survived in for generations, moving towards further south, the direction of Sunset Valley lacking signs of human activities.

There lived Bat-kin demi-humans existing for generations. In the past Dragon-kins possessed treaties of mutual non-aggression with them. But right now matters and situations were urgent and critical, Raphaela could only proceed there to seek a single thread of a chance at survival.

Only she knew, humans who suffered disastrously heavy casualties dead and injured would absolutely revenge back. Staying at the original spot was solely a path of death; she could only temporarily evade their sharp spearheads, and wait until a certain time before making plans again.

"They are perfectly fine, they also don't hope for me to see what kind of miserable bearing they were beaten into... I am speaking of you. You ought to relax a bit already. Ever since you returned to the tribe afterwards you haven't rested much..."

Raphaela however smilingly shook her head, saying,

"Prior to coming back I had been resting all along; I've already rested sufficiently long enough. Long before returning I early on already knew what I had to face. This was what I chose, of course I also wouldn't regret... Set your heart at ease right, Mother, I am very good."

But Yali'er nevertheless gazed straight at her. Only until an exceptionally exceptionally long time later, did she finally say exactly like sighing,

"I don't know whether your return is a good thing or not. Back when your father was still here, he even felt you leaving the tribe was possibly an un-bad choice. At least you were still alive. He already foresaw in the future we definitely would possess a war with humans. He was the Chief, your brothers were the Chief's sons. They were bound to expend lives for the vast majority of tribesmen. Regarding his death, he had originally already spoken to me exceedingly many times; I also cried exceedingly many times."

"But you, you left the tribe, you then no longer needed to shoulder this much. Going anywhere was all fine, as long as you could live... Or to say, the demi-humans and humans you encountered outside weren't good people?"

Raphaela didn't know what she thought of, unknowingly smiling up. Shaking her head she paused for an exceptionally long time before finally saying,

"There existed both bad people, and also good people... Very good very good people."

Yali'er looked toward the scales on her body faintly prostrating downwards because of longing feelings. She lowered her head looking at herself; she herself also possessed a few down-prostrating scales because of longing of her father.

Her own daughter already possessed a Tail-Compatible Partner; this matter she knew of.

"Then talk about him right. If it is a person recognized by you, no matter what race, he also ought to be an extremely special person. Wouldn't it be fine for you to just follow him like this? Why the necessity to come back... Tribesmen possess exceedingly many opinions; many people entirely do not agree toward your thoughts. They merely temporarily yield to your strength. You just look at your elder brothers and you'll know..."

Actually these things, how would Raphaela not know again?

"I know, but I harbor nothing else I am capable of doing..." The moment that person was mentioned, Raphaela's gaze only then softened a bit. "Even if he is able to accept me, able to love and protect me for an entire lifetime, I nevertheless have no methods to accept it like this. Saying me proud is fine, saying me foolish and stupid is fine, but at least, I hope there exists such a day, waiting until everyone peacefully quiets down, we can equally be together, forever being together."

"In order to achieve this target, in order to protect tribesmen, relatives, even if they don't understand, even if they resist further, as long as I still possess strength, I am still alive for a day, I will absolutely not permit them deviating from my road."

Raphaela stretched out those sharp claws exactly like Steel Knives facing the starry skies, perfectly as if intending to grip the entire sky within the palm of her hands exactly like that. The Yali'er behind her gazed at the daughter before her eyes. Knowing in heart the road she walked absolutely would not be simple, she could only advise for the final time.

"This is not a matter a good Chief ought to do..."

"Yes, but I nonetheless will still do it." Raphaela calmly looked toward her mother beside her, also seeing those tribesmen whispering privately within that jungle behind. They vented dissatisfactions in secret, perfectly like living beings lacking eyes within the dark night curtains, lacking any sense of direction whatsoever to speak of.

If it was like this, she could solely be the one stepping out the very first step first.

"Mother, if father's Chief position will turn into my hindrance, then I precisely cannot act as Chief anymore... For the sake of my target, I cannot harbor any hindrances."

"When those tribesmen ultimately survive well, can freely sprint amidst the wilderness, can freely romantically love a Tail-Compatible [Partner] and won't be captured to be killed drawing blood, they, my elder brothers, will all kneel down thanking me."

"They will respect me, support me emitting from their inner hearts, will vow till death defending my authority, supporting my decisions, not questioning my correctness anymore..."

"They will title me..."

"Dragon Queen."