The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 173: The Legend of Life Creation

By the time Fisher returned to his rental house, it was already almost half past ten. The blame for this entirely fell on that carriage driver who had slipped away as soon as he dropped him off. Fisher had to run quite a distance back towards the city area before he could catch a carriage, and he didn't know how Anna had gotten back.

However, Fisher was not worried about her safety. Back when he first met Anna in the Pink Pavilion, Fisher had sensed that the aura around her was extremely dangerous. Although he didn't understand her specific methods, she was absolutely not a weak lady who let others bully her.

When he returned home, Ms. Martha had already gone to rest, which coincidentally allowed him to avoid her asking all sorts of questions about his matters with Elizabeth.

But recently, Fisher truly felt that things with Elizabeth were a bit unclear and inexplicable.

Every time he interacted with her, there was a subtle atmosphere as if they were separated by a thin veil, and as long as he reached out his hand, he could pull that thin veil down.

Just like in the cafe earlier, as long as Fisher wanted to, he could effortlessly lower his head and kiss Elizabeth's lips, tasting the flavor of the Eldest Princess revered by the people of Naris.

But precisely because Elizabeth was the Eldest Princess of the royal family, falling in love with her inevitably meant a tremendous responsibility...

Their most perfect time was when they were in the Royal Academy.

At that time, Fisher had no one to depend on and sincerely liked that Princess Highness who sat beside him reading books together with him...

Fisher wasn't plagued by the World-Ending Prophecy, nor did he have romantic debts like those of Renee and Raphaela, and he didn't know Elizabeth's true disposition; Elizabeth was quiet, adept at hiding, and lovable and cherishable like the most perfect lady in this world.If only Elizabeth and Fisher had both been a bit braver and more proactive back then, she would have realized her mistakes and been willing to bear responsibility for what she had done; if Fisher hadn't chosen to silently distance himself from her but instead gotten closer to communicate properly with her, perhaps they wouldn't be stuck in this awkward stalemate right now.

The lingering romantic affections from their youthful past entangled between them like a rope, making them unable to ever drift completely apart. Yet, when they truly wanted to draw near, reality pushed them to consistently maintain a bit of distance...

Fisher and Elizabeth were stalemated like this, neither willing to let go of the other...

Hmm, it sounded a bit like a tragic romance novel, but reality often lacked so many high-profile emotions; what they had was merely a silent consensus between the two of them.

When asked for a solution, perhaps both of them felt there wasn't a better plan than answering "We'll talk about it in the future."

Fisher shook his head, momentarily casting these thoughts aside, preparing to "talk about it in the future."

At this moment, he pushed the door and walked into his room, only to find the lights in his room were off, the sofa was empty, and there was no sign of Jasmine.

He frowned. Looking at the closed window and confirming she hadn't gone out, he then paced towards the direction of the restroom.

In Fisher's line of sight, the restroom was completely dark. The long dress he had made for Jasmine was neatly folded and placed on a stool inside the room.

Therefore, Fisher reached out and turned on the restroom light. Sure enough, the bathtub inside was filled with water. With not a single thread on her body, Jasmine was lying peacefully in the water tub, as if she were sleeping.

Even though she had clearly heard the sound of Fisher turning on the light, it was five seconds before Jasmine opened her eyes, as if there was a massive delay.

Fisher only took one glance before averting his gaze from her body, conveniently reaching out to turn off the restroom light to avoid awkwardness.

"Jasmine?"

He asked softly, but all that awaited him was silence.

"..."

Hearing Fisher's call, Jasmine didn't immediately respond.

Fisher actually thought she was sick or something, but just as he wanted to approach, he saw the whale tail and long ears on her body simultaneously light up with a little bit of fluorescence.

Only after that fluorescence fully lit up did Jasmine seem to awaken, frantically covering her body and sitting up from the bathtub.

"Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi..."

She spoke with shy panic, her tail also trembling slightly and splashing water. Seeing she was fine, Fisher stepped back several paces, retreating all the way to the restroom door.

"What was wrong with you just now? I thought you were sick."

Just now, she was lying peacefully in the water as if a steam engine had stopped operating. Even after hearing Fisher's voice, her opening her eyes was much slower than other people.

"Eh, eh? Sick... I'm not sick. It's just that I stayed on land for too long, so I need to stay in the water for a while. The longer I stay on land, the more time I need to spend in the water to recover my state."

Standing at the door, leaning his back against the wall connecting to the restroom, Fisher asked.

"So this is the reason why you used to frequently go to the natatorium to swim when you were at Saint-Nazareth University?"

"Mhm..."

Jasmine answered like this.

"Although we can move freely on land, we can't stay too long. If we don't come into contact with water for a long time, we always feel very exhausted, possessing a feeling of suffocation, and our reactions will also become very slow..."

Slow reactions?

Fisher suddenly recalled that when he was at Saint-Nazareth University previously, he had felt that Jasmine's movements and reactions were sometimes fast and sometimes slow. At the time, he thought it was caused by her endearing, absent-minded personality. He hadn't expected it to be the traits of the Whale-kin acting up.

"So that's how it is. Previously, I was still curious about how you ocean demi-humans could normally come ashore..."

"Ah, actually, it's because the source of all life is identical. All living beings always have similarities yet are different. When I was little, my mother once told me a legend about how Lord Ramastia created life."

"Oh?"

Fisher was very interested in the legends circulated within Whale-kin society, because through a civilization's beliefs and cultural customs, one could always discover many characteristics of that race that were ordinarily hard to find.

For example, the Dragon-kin loved alcohol and flames very much, which created their uninhibited, generous, and cheerful personalities, thus allowing one to roughly infer why the ancient Femabaha Dragon Court possessed such strong inclusivity.

Fisher listened attentively. The Demi-Human Completion Handbook in his embrace also began to heat up slightly, proving his thoughts.

"Legend has it that it was Ramastia who created all life. During Lord Ramastia's long, deep, and lonely dreams, He thought of creating life to accompany Himself so He would no longer be so lonely. With a shift of His thoughts, countless lives filled with vitality appeared out of thin air in various places of the world."

"However, in the very beginning, the life Ramastia created possessed no self-consciousness. The more He created, the thicker His loneliness became. Hence, He began trying to create conscious living beings. He first created humans, but fearing humans would fall into the same loneliness as Himself, He began creating other different companions for them."

"But Ramastia was too benevolent. When creating life, He continuously recalled the good parts of other creatures. This led to the lives created later being increasingly complex, bearing many, many merits of the previously created creatures."

"Mother said that our Whale-kin was one of the last few living beings Ramastia created... Hehe, because He was too universally loving, He forgot that His initial purpose in creating life was to have someone to accompany Him. Thus, the demi-human races in the ocean were all created afterward. Most of them mix the characteristics of many creatures; our ability to breathe on land is also because of this."

"I asked Lord Ramastia before, but He never discusses these things with me. I don't know if this legend was made up by my mother because she loves to brag the most... But Lord Ramastia did say that the greatest trait of life is balance. What some living beings possess, they will abandon in other areas."

As Fisher listened, he suddenly thought of the [Life Rank] Eliog had once mentioned.

From her words, it wasn't hard to deduce that humans ranked extremely low in the Life Rank. Even if she didn't despise humans, Fisher faintly sensed that her kin or certain other living beings despised humans greatly.

If deduced according to the legend Jasmine mentioned, did it also mean that the earlier Ramastia created life, the lower the rank, and the later He created it, the higher the rank?

Be reasonable, if you made Fisher fight an adult Dragon-kin single-handedly without using magic or having the buffs from the Demi-Human Completion Handbook, he would probably be beaten to death in less than one round. Certain demi-humans innately possessed physiological advantages.

But thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem to make much sense either. According to the legend, Ramastia should have first created the demi-humans on land, and then created the demi-humans in the ocean. Then the Life Rank of the creatures in the ocean should be higher than those on land.

But looking at Baimu, Reinar, and the others, they were clearly inferior to the Dragon-kin or Demon-kin living on land...

Mhm, it seemed completely relying on the legend to explain this wouldn't work too well either.

"Ah, I entirely forgot to ask Teacher if you obtained any clues regarding the Healing House, and I just kept talking so much on my own..."

Jasmine seemed to have emerged from the water tub. The sound of water droplets falling on the floor dripped and patted. She gently reached out and took the dress in her hands, and Fisher also walked to the room's door to turn on the light.

He roughly shared the clues regarding the Healing House with Jasmine. She had also just finished changing into her dress and walked out. Listening to Fisher say a massive whole bunch, she pursed her lips in half-understanding, and finally nodded, concluding with one sentence.

"I-I understand. Anyway, anyway, I will just go out together with Fisher, Teacher; I can be of help."

Hmm, he could hear it. Actually, she hadn't understood those clues Fisher mentioned at all. Anyway, whatever Fisher, Teacher did, she would just follow along.

Fisher didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the easily fooled Jasmine. But recalling the previous scene of Jasmine being unable to balance herself and absorbing life from everywhere, he still gave a reminder.

"The most important thing is that you yourself need balance, isn't it? Have you found a method now?"

"Previously, while Teacher you were engraving magic, I tried to control the curse inside my body, but... the volume was too massive. It required a long time of appeasement to calm down. If it is in combat..."

Jasmine carefully shot a glance at Fisher, but in order not to set a negative example, she clenched her fists and cheered.

"But... but I will work hard!"

Looking at her adorable appearance, Fisher couldn't resist reaching out to stroke her blue hair. The long hair was damp, carrying a faint floral fragrance. After merely touching it lightly, Fisher withdrew his hand.

But Jasmine blushed and squinted her eyes, an extremely comfortable expression on her face, and her ears began to flap as well.

"Do your best."

"...Mhm."

'Uuu... if he strokes me like this, does that mean Fisher, Teacher has already agreed to be knocked out by me and dragged back to the sea?'

Having baseless delusions about who knew what, Jasmine pinched the hem of her skirt and thought like this.

Meanwhile, Fisher turned his head, preparing to go downstairs to make a phone call. It was half past ten at night right now; that junior shouldn't be asleep yet.

This phone call was for Keken. Fisher still needed his help to enter the charity gala this weekend.