The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 217: Alicia (Three-in-One, Extra Chapter for Alliance Leader)

It was precisely the time of the weekend early morning. At the peak of Klein Mountain, along with the violent trembling of the ground, a ferocious monster covered in human organs fiercely drilled open the ground. Amidst countless flying dust, that twisted monster raised its head to the sky and let out a long howl.

"Phew!"

"Aww!"

"Ying!"

Amidst the shouts of countless mouthparts, this terrifyingly appearance monster simultaneously let out sounds similar to the crying of females and infants. As if crying and shouting at the world, that terrifying figure and mournful sound could distantly be heard somewhat within the Saint-Nazareth urban area. If those coachmen and workers busy making a living raised their heads at this time, they could easily see that terrifying figure standing beneath the vault of heaven.

"What is... that thing?"

"In the direction of Klein Mountain or Nari Lake... wait, it seems to have started moving!"

The masses gathered on the streets one after another, constantly sizing up that indistinctly visible shadow in the distance. At first, they thought it was the authorities experimenting with some kind of illusion magic, or a mirage rarely seen in a century. But very quickly, when that monster seemed to have determined a certain direction during the process of standing up, it rapidly fell prostrate, beginning to come toward the direction of the Saint-Nazareth urban area.

A real and obvious vibration reminded everyone that was a genuinely existing giant monster.

Propelled by a massive amount of tissues and organs formed from flesh and blood, with every movement it made, Saint-Nazareth could feel a distinct vibration.That roughly forty-meter-long massive body mercilessly crushed and ruined the original roads and landscapes outside Saint-Nazareth. That white building of the "Southern Continent Demi-human Protection Association" made by the New Party happened to block its front right now, yet as if unable to see it, it crushed that shoddily constructed white building into a pile of ruins.

Fortunately, today was the weekend, so the nearby Saint-Nazareth University didn't have classes. But even so, there were still many students remaining in the school. The management personnel pulled the alarm bell, urgently evacuating students to take shelter nearby.

"Woo..."

At the exact same time, within the Royal Academy in the distant Saint-Nazareth urban area, Dami'an, sitting in his office hugging his robust arms, casually wore a white shirt. The sleeves of both arms were forcefully pushed up to the ends of his forearms, and even the top button or two of the shirt were unfastened, thereby revealing his exuberant hair and robust muscles.

The President of the Royal Academy currently had a heavy expression, pinching a half-burned cigarette in his hand that hadn't had its ash flicked off. He quietly looked at his office desk; obviously, he had maintained this posture for a very long time.

"Thump thump..."

A bit of obvious vibration transmitted over, as if activating this person Dami'an. His gaze slightly shifted, looking at the black coffee within his cup that was stirred into layers of ripples. He raised his hand and took a drag of the cigarette, subsequently throwing all the remaining cigarette into the trash can. He also got up and walked out of his office.

Just as he went out, the attendant who usually worked by his side hurriedly ran over to the door. His expression was flustered, even stammering when speaking,

"T-this is bad, President! The Golden Palace seems to have had some incident and closed up, and in the distance, in the direction of Klein Mountain and Nari Lake, there seems to be something rushing toward the direction of Saint-Nazareth. Currently all police are evacuating the crowds, let's also go hide for a bit..."

Looking at that attendant covered in sweat, Dami'an reached out and patted his shoulder, saying to him,

"You go, no need to attend to me anymore."

"...Please take care of yourself!"

After finishing speaking, Dami'an brushed past this attendant alone and walked outside. That attendant hesitated for a second, bowed to this President, and dashed wildly toward another direction of the courtyard.

Today was the weekend; the Royal Academy originally had no scheduled classes. However, originally according to the research institute's regulations, researchers were also supposed to come to work today.

It was merely that Dami'an heard the Pink Pavilion was burned down in the early morning. Not only did many ladies working inside burn to death, but during disaster relief, many Royal Academy researchers working part-time inside were also dragged out along with it.

But Dami'an didn't care about these things anymore now.

He simply walked alone like this in the empty Royal Academy. On the streets outside, countless citizens were orderly evacuating under the guidance of the police, while even more police officers held firearms and Magic Crests heading outside Saint-Nazareth city to intercept that monster.

The Golden Palace in the distance also ignited with raging smoke of gunpowder. Many citizens halted one after another to pray for the Golden Palace, praying for the Godolin family to continue shielding their safety.

Although they didn't know the specific details of what happened inside, even they could faintly perceive that after today, Naris would change its sky.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Dami'an walked toward the opposite direction of the suburbs while exercising these old bones of his.

He was one of the minority in Saint-Nazareth who understood clearly. Stuesamating that the only ones completely aware of the entire matter were himself and a few Gryphon Party elders, so right at this moment the other Gryphon Party elders had either long left Saint-Nazareth to "vacation", or went to inspect work in other cities of Naris.

Only Dami'an remained in Saint-Nazareth.

To tell the truth, when that proudest student of his, Elizabeth, came before him and told him about this plan, Dami'an couldn't believe to what unimaginable degree that gentle princess of the past had grown.

He even still remembered what the conversation with her at the time was like,

"...Elizabeth, do you know how many people will die in this plan?"

"I know, but I have already made the plan tend toward perfection as much as possible, minimizing the losses. Even if they don't die now, when Dexter ascends to the throne even more people will die. Benevolence and kindness cannot lead troops; not only did you teach me this point, I experienced it even more deeply within those thirty-three campaigns."

Thinking of this, Dami'an also couldn't help but close his eyes, praying the choice of himself and the Gryphon Party was correct.

"Home..."

Before long, that bizarrely fast-moving creature had already arrived at the gateway of Saint-Nazareth. The police of Naris had already arranged police carriages into a line in advance. All equipped police officers hid behind the carriages and set up firearms, forming a defensive line.

That commanding officer of the Naris Police Department, wearing a long hat marked with a knight's sword, felt the increasingly trembling ground, watching helplessly as the monster, which resembled a little black dot not far away, got closer and closer, larger and larger. A flesh-and-blood monster fully forty meters long and twenty meters high struggled and squeezed across the ground, heading toward Saint-Nazareth.

"Leora, set up the Vigilance Barrier!"

"Commander, the Vigilance Barrier against this kind of thing..."

"Don't mind that, use absolutely everything we can use! The army should quickly notice something is wrong over here. What we must do is exert our utmost effort to block it outside Saint-Nazareth before the army takes over!"

That female police chief who had a brief encounter with Fisher gritted her teeth. After nodding in response, she rapidly ran past each carriage, calling upon the police officers to awaken the "Vigilance Barrier" magic.

In essence, this magic was actually a defensive-type magic used by Naris police to restrict suspects' freedom, protect crime scenes, and conduct traffic control. Simply put, it was a wall surface that could be moved at any time, capable of reaching as high as three to four stories at most. But that height of over ten meters appeared somewhat like a mantis trying to stop a chariot before this massive behemoth in front of them.

But just as the commanding officer of the Saint-Nazareth General Police Department said, this was where their duty lay; even knowing it couldn't be done, they had to do it.

Leora rode on a fine horse, firing a gun to remind the police officers to pay attention while loudly roaring in anger,

"Quickly deploy the vigilance! Use carriages as a defensive line! Hurry!"

"Yes!"

As iron pillars bearing Magic Crests were inserted into the ground one by one, a wall radiating azure light abruptly rose up, blocking Anna's route of advance.

"It's coming!! Quick, dodge!"

Although the terrifying behemoth named Anna had an extremely ferocious appearance, it seemed to have fundamentally no desire to attack these little people blocking its forward route, or perhaps, in its eyes it couldn't even notice their existence.

It merely stared blankly at a certain direction, constantly advancing toward that direction.

But even so, its advance wasn't something these Naris police with scarce means could cope with.

In the next moment as it approached, half of its body was blocked behind by that vigilance magic. Its myriad mouthparts burst forth with intense crying and shouting sounds one after another. Many female and infant arms constantly reached toward behind that vigilance magic, attempting to cross that magic blocking its advance like this.

"Ying..."

"Fire!"

The explosive sounds of countless firearms firing resounded with a boom. The bullets burst forth by the firearms rapidly sank into Anna's body. While hitting many organs floating on the outside of its body until they cracked open, waves of fishy stench also transmitted over consequently.

"Woo woo!"

Wounds constantly burst upon its surface. It seemed angered; the crying and shouting sounds chewed within the myriad mouthparts grew increasingly frantic.

Under its hysterical battering, the vigilance magic in front was squeezed by it to the point of leaning. While a row of carriages tilted east and west, it caused many police officers who were firing to retreat in terror.

And an even more terrifying thing was, the wounds that had just been struck by the police's firearms began recovering in an instant. These simple attacks to it were simply as if they didn't exist, fundamentally of no consequence.

Fortunately it harbored no desire to attack these people, otherwise it would probably cause even more severe losses.

"What in the world is this thing?!"

"Commander, you must leave here first."

"No! It's about to enter the Saint-Nazareth urban area, we..."

"Crack!"

However, before the words of the police commander finished speaking, Anna had already crushed that fragile vigilance magic in an instant. The Magic Crests inserted into the ground consecutively burst out with light and shattered in place. While the magic shattered, those carriages fixed by the magic were also consequently flipped and twisted. Many police officers didn't even dare to continue firing, able only to turn their heads and flee.

"Chief, you stay here, I'll go try to see if I can lure it away, making it abandon entering the city!"

Watching as that monster passed through the obstacles set by the police, yet the army personnel delayed in arriving, Leora worried whether something happened inside the Golden Palace. Thus she mounted her horse anew, raising her gun and heading toward that monster.

"Home..."

"You monster!"

Leora raised her firearm and aimed it at an eye upon that giant monster's body. As that eye was blasted open simultaneously, the tail behind that monster whipped, directly tripping the horse running behind it. Due to inertia, Leora also rolled forward for quite a few tumbles.

Her long police hat was flung flying. She resentfully pounded the ground, just wanting to keep up, only to abruptly discover there seemed to be a human figure upon the houses on both sides of the monster.

Looking carefully, surprisingly a robust old man with completely white hair and beard stood atop there!

That old man dressed in a white shirt attire was exactly the President of the Royal Academy, Dami'an.

Looking at that ferocious monster running forward, Dami'an took a deep breath, and immediately after bore a resilient gaze and leapt down from the housing beside it, directly jumping onto Anna's body.

"Careful!"

Leora spoke loudly to remind him, yet hadn't expected Dami'an to fiercely draw a pair of fistsleeves from his hands in midair. Upon those fistsleeves a flickering silver light flashed. Looking carefully, a magic [Weaver] was originally engraved upon there!

Dami'an's movements changed in midair. Raising those fistsleeves, he lassoed the Weaver onto Anna's body.

And he himself followed Anna's twisted body running downwards all the way, along the way pulling the several other ends of that transparent silk thread, winding them onto passing architecture.

Just like this, one after another transparent silk threads connecting architecture and Anna were consecutively wound and tied, and the end of the final silk thread was deadlocked in Dami'an's hands. Those fistsleeves right at this moment served the function of protecting Dami'an's arms, allowing him to better exert force.

This robust-figured old man rapidly ran to the ground within Leora's astonished line of sight, and moreover solidly imprisoned that monster in place.

"You... you are..."

Dami'an, however, ignored this unfamiliar police chief. Merely deadlocking the silver silk thread in his hands, while panting heavily with old breath he muttered to himself in a low voice,

"This might be the only time that bastard boy Fisher was able to help me out..."

[Weaver], Fisher's representative work of magic design.

"Ying ying ying!"

But the Anna behind him became even more frantic because it was unable to advance. Propelled by countless leg organs simultaneously, it also slowly moved forward anew.

Looking carefully, the surrounding architecture wound with silk thread also began developing cracks, as if in the next moment they would be pulled apart by it.

Looking at Dami'an's body anew, he was seen with bulging blue veins all over his body. The white shirt upon his body was burst by his robust muscles. That old face of his flushed red, yet he still gnashed his teeth, deadlocking that silk thread motionless.

He moved his gaze arduously towards this police officer beside him, deeply afraid that speaking would leak his breath, so his voice sounded somewhat muffled,

"You! Tell me, have the masses evacuated!?"

Leora cast a glance at the Saint-Nazareth that had become quiet in the distance after listening, subsequently saying,

"There are still two or three coastal districts evacuating the masses. Today there seems to be an exhibition along the coast, so the people there are especially numerous."

Dami'an nodded after listening, but whether it was him or the passing architecture, they were already unable to hold on anymore.

"Wait a moment, I'll help you..."

"Help my ass, this body of yours looks like it'll fall apart as soon as you pull. Scram to the side!"

Dami'an's temper was explosive. Right at this moment, with blue veins all over his body, he roared at Leora, unexpectedly scaring her into staying in place,

"If you want to help, then help me see if any warships are rushing over towards here... I'm also about to... be unable to hold on."

The white shirt upon Dami'an's body was also only left with a few pieces of rags. Although old, his beautifully built muscular body at this moment was stronger than any young person who paid no attention to maintenance. Having exerted his potential to the utmost, Dami'an let out another low roar, unexpectedly forcefully dragging that Anna back moving a distance of a step or two.

But the angered Anna showed not a hint of weakness either. Only to be seen, it once again raised its head to the sky and let out a long howl. It obviously had already noticed this human behind constantly blocking it, hence it manipulated countless female arms extending over.

Icy cold arms resembling ice blocks very quickly grabbed onto Dami'an's body. With countless fingers exerting force in unison, they unexpectedly intended to thoroughly drag him into its body!

"Not good..."

The expression on Dami'an's old face changed. Just as he was about to make a move, a charming female voice abruptly transmitted from the distance,

"President Dami'an! We're back!"

Simultaneous with the transmission of that voice, a fierce whistling of wind carrying a massive force like an explosion transmitted over. On Anna's body a fierce sound like a bomb detonating abruptly burst forth.

In pain, Anna tumbled, and those arms simultaneously released the Dami'an behind them. The Weaver in Dami'an's hand disbanded one by one, and he also knelt in place with a "thump" sound due to reasons of inertia.

Although these old bones hurt severely, Dami'an's inner heart relaxed.

Upon the street not far away stood a charming young girl. She wore the traditional tight-fitting hunting attire of Naris ladies. A head of beautiful black hair was tied into two short twintails resembling ram's horn curls. Her figure was slender and curvy, and right now in her hand she griped a massive battleaxe as tall as her body.

Relic, [Annihilation Battleaxe]

Watching that charmingly beautiful woman, Dami'an breathed a long sigh of relief. Without getting up, he simply shouted at her distantly,

"Vilelly... where's your grandpa?"

"Right here... ouch, Dami'an, it's been a while since I've seen you, this awful old geezer, in such a sorry state. Looks like this business trip was quite worth it."

At this moment, behind that charming young woman, several old men slowly walked out consecutively. The leading one wore a black robe identical to a wizard's. That smiling appearance looked merely like an amiable old man sitting by the street, and not the Grand Mage recognized by the royal family, Helson.

He stroked his white beard rather plumply, completely refusing to let slip any opportunity to mock this old friend of his.

"Helson, you old undying geezer, if you don't know how to speak then don't speak!"

And that beautiful girl gripping the battle-hammer just now was named Vilelly, the sole biological granddaughter of Grand Mage Helson.

Behind Helson were still several old men. One among them had a stern expression, and the amount of hair upon his head was sparse, yet that pair of eyes was as keen as a falcon's. He rapidly swept his gaze across this devastated patch of Saint-Nazareth, and thereafter he laughed coldly,

"Heh, I merely went out for a few months, and Saint-Nazareth fell into this kind of mess. What do those people in the Occult Bureau eat for a living? We truly should make all of them go to work in the pigpen!"

"May the Mother Goddess bless us..."

This was the Director of the Occult Bureau, Marix. Behind him were still several old men, one was the Archbishop of Saint-Nazareth, and two others were elders of the Magic Association. This group of old men formed the strongest negotiation dream team in Naris' history.

As mentioned before, due to the situation of Naris and Schwari becoming friendly anew, regarding border issues, naturally they also needed to be discussed anew.

To this end, General Baloha, responsible for border defense, specially memorialized Godolin IX, inviting these few capable big shots to head to the border to determine the national borderline, because when the time came Schwari's side would similarly give them a show of strength. Yet they hadn't expected such a thing to happen during the few months they were out.

Helson clapped his hands, smilingly looking at the various old men still squabbling, and saying,

"Alright, alright, if we don't make a move soon, I'm afraid next time we go out to eat with Dami'an he'll have to be in a wheelchair. Better solve the problem quickly. Since the army hasn't come, we'll step in and help them a bit."

"Yeah, on this business trip Grandpa kept telling me he would introduce a decent blind date to me. I've been looking forward to it for a long while..."

"Cough cough!"

Upon hearing Vilelly bring this up, Dami'an seemed to have choked on water, hurriedly coughing, as if he had already seen that Highness Elizabeth with a terrifying aura.

At this kind of time, it's better not to spout nonsense, otherwise Fisher will be in trouble.

The relationship between Elizabeth and Fisher, Dami'an and these few old friends all saw it extremely clearly.

"Your granddaughter weighed several hundred pounds before, what sorcery did you use to help her again?"

The beautiful and moving Vilelly in the distance and that Helson draped in a black robe who started wearing rings were simultaneously seen giving a "hehe" smile. With this grandfather and granddaughter smiling simultaneously, the similarity unexpectedly reached seven or eight-tenths, both amusing and comical,

"I'm the Grand Mage personally appointed by His Majesty, there's nothing that can stump me. Heading to the border this time, I specially designed a weight-loss magic for my granddaughter, helping her control her diet a little. How about it, the effect isn't bad right?"

While Helson exchanged pleasantries with Dami'an, the movements in his hand weren't slow in the slightest. The rings in his hand rapidly shifted, and the ring named [Sigil] rapidly constructed a high-ring magic in midair.

With completely no magic materials, and even fundamentally not needing much time, a sixth-ring magic had already been completed!

"Haha, rumor has it, humans in ancient times liked using this magic to hunt, but there hasn't ever been much opportunity to use it. There finally is an opportunity to try it out this time. Gentlemen, whatever skills you have bring them on first, I still have a while to go."

"Hmph."

The Marix behind didn't move, but that Archbishop stepped forward.

The Mother Goddess' church was extremely skilled in various buff and debuff magics, and their relics were also mostly like this, because the teachings of the church themselves were extremely ascetic, emphasizing a spirit of dedication and such. This spirit wasn't only carried out in their daily lives, but was also reflected in these church scriptures and magics.

"Then we will trouble Miss Vilelly."

This Archbishop also pulled a scroll out from his pocket and threw it out. From that scroll, buff halos flew toward Vilelly one after another, causing her entire body to brighten up, while the final halo flew toward the Archbishop himself.

Anna was injured quite heavily by Vilelly's axe strike. Its entire head was basically split in half. Having lain there for half a day it managed to grow back with great difficulty and stood up anew. However, just upon getting up it again saw that Vilelly gripping a giant axe approaching it harboring ill intentions.

"Huh, it seems this fellow can still regenerate?"

"It's fine, leave it to me to deal with... [Designated Debuff], I entreat the Mother Goddess to strip it of its ability to regenerate."

Along with the final halo returning onto the Archbishop's body, his expression congealed, pointing at Anna and throwing out that halo. That halo twisted and changed color in midair, rapidly transforming into a pitch-black halo that entered Anna's body, deadlocking and imprisoning its regeneration ability.

"Good, leave it to me!"

Vilelly held the axe with both hands. Being buffed she felt as light as a swallow, possessing immense strength. She ran up several steps in a row, raising that giant axe and heading toward Anna,

"Boom!"

Subsequent to the sound of a fierce explosion, while waves of fishy stench dispersed, Anna's giant body was directly blasted back several paces. Simultaneously it also collapsed on the ground in pain, and a ferocious wound appeared anew on its body.

"Done done, my magic is also done..."

Helson had just constructed the magic in midair. The Marix beside him, watching him able to carve out a complete high-ring magic without using any magic materials, was somewhat doubtful. Just as he wanted to open his mouth to question, Helson had already blinked at him, interrupting his spellcasting.

This old fellow...

The cold-faced Marix curled his lip, forcefully suppressing the curiosity within his inner heart, not bothering to question this mischievous old fellow.

"Tenth-ring magic, [Killing Dragonspear]."

Although named after a spear, while that magic flickered it erupted one after another with deep red lightning. Terrifying lightning like thunder snakes constantly gathered in Helson's hand, until they were completely compressed into a tightly packed lightning longspear. With his old bones, Helson naturally couldn't make a handsome spear throwing motion, thus he simply casually tossed that magic out.

But that magic's might was utterly not to be underestimated. That magic carrying frenzied destruction fiercely flew toward the distance. In midair, the two Circle Heads [Thunder] and [Destruction] simultaneously appeared, causing the Marix to the side's expression to change,

"Dual Circle Head magic?!"

"Shh, keep a low profile, Marix..."

Helson, currently enjoying playing dumb, pressed his hands down like a child, telling the companions beside not to make a fuss over nothing.

But Marix ignored him; he loathed this familiar-acting, smiling bad old man the most.

"Rumble!"

In the next moment, that red lightning fiercely pierced through the body of the giant monster collapsed on the ground, directly carrying its massive body and rushing toward the sky. In this instant, the huge dark red thunderclap seemed as if it shattered the sun in the sky. In an instant, the sky darkened by half.

Until that magic dissipated did the sky seem to have its switch turned on anew, becoming bright.

"Woo woo..."

The body of that massive monster was directly blasted to pieces by this magic. Without even feeling a bit of pain, its life had already come to an end, and the Archbishop's prevention of its regeneration was exactly the reason its death sentence was pronounced.

At the other end of the street, Dami'an, supported by Police Chief Leora, slowly approached these big shots of Naris. Helson cast a glance at the muscles upon his body, rubbing his finger. In an instant, a green light rushed into his body, making him feel a bit better. Simultaneously, entering the main topic,

"Speak up, what has happened these few months we weren't here? Why is there smoke coming from the Golden Palace, and where did such a huge monster in the city come from?"

Dami'an gazed at the monster corpse lying on the ground gradually dissipating. Falling silent for a long time, he still sighed,

"His Highness Dexter is I'm afraid..."

Once this sentence came out, everyone present, aside from Vilelly who stood outside and didn't intrude on adult conversation, concurrently slightly changed their expressions.

These were all elders who had gone through two dynasties; as early as from Godelin VIII they had already begun displaying their skills. What great storms and waves hadn't they seen? With Dami'an uttering this one sentence they knew what kind of situation it was.

"Buzz buzz!"

Right at this moment, a distant steam whistle sound fiercely resounded upon the sea surface in the distance. The intensity of that whistle's sound far surpassed any civilian vessel, and there was more than just this one whistle!

Subsequent to that initial sound, whistle sounds resounded one after another consecutively, pulling the gazes of all Saint-Nazareth citizens over.

The several old men turned their heads and looked, only to see upon Naris' territorial waters in the distance, ship after ship of warships slowly revealing their forms upon the sea horizon, sailing toward this side.

And simultaneously, dazzling golden light also blossomed from upon those countless warships. In the blink of an eye, that light rushed into midair, wrapping up the entirety of Saint-Nazareth.

The true blockade had begun.

These several big shots had already known who the final victor of this royal power struggle was, but the expressions of these big shots each differed.

Marix's expression was very foul. He was once Dexter's teacher but had ultimately handed in his resignation.

Although he despised Dexter's unrighteous, pretentious character, he still supported the throne transitioning through normal methods.

Because once it didn't transition through normal methods, it would produce a reign of terror just like today.

The church's Archbishop's expression, however, was plain. After all, as long as nobody obstructed his belief in the Mother Goddess and embezzling his donation funds, however they fought didn't concern him.

Logically speaking, Helson was also merely an outsider. His age was too old; today he was already 120 years old. Very naturally he wouldn't overly concern himself with these matters either.

He merely looked at the old friend before his eyes, Dami'an, with somewhat of a sigh. After hesitating for a moment, he still opened his mouth to say,

"According to the rules, no matter which faction it is, they shouldn't interfere with the Godolin family's struggle; you are aware of this point. The parliament's power had painstakingly reached its peak up to today. According to the Princess' tactics, the future Naris will anew return to being Godolin's solo show. This also means that what originally was the checks and balances of three parties will all turn into her alone contending with everyone."

"Of course, seeing as even old fellows like us were dispatched away by her with reasonable excuses, she has made ample preparations for this... However, Dami'an, is all this truly worth it? How old are we already? Reaching this age one should know to be content. Even if Naris has problems, one should take it slowly. This dose of strong medicine will kill many people..."

Dami'an also felt a little guilty. He was someone who came over from the era of war; of course, he understands the principle that benevolence can't command troops. But looking at so many prices paid, he would still feel sad.

These people were all Naris citizens he had fought outside to protect, but now they simply lost their lives because of a word in a plan...

Perhaps this was also the reason why Dami'an didn't leave Saint-Nazareth like the other Gryphon Party elders. He couldn't put his mind at ease regarding Naris' masses.

"...The Gryphon Party needs an opportunity too much. If blame is to be cast, cast it upon the body of me, Dami'an."

"Heh, cast blame on you, can you swallow this blame? Let's just wait until everything stabilizes, and then we'll properly settle this score! I'll first return to the Occult Bureau to deal with that bunch of treacherous beasts. Farewell."

"I also have to return to pray. Farewell."

Marix and Archbishop Derien bid farewell to Helson and Dami'an consecutively. Dami'an, bare-chested, sat upon the ruins of the collapsed housing like a child who had done entirely wrong, blankly distracted as he gazed at the warships constantly sailing over in the distance.

Helson initially still wanted to say something, but watching this state of his old friend, he also couldn't bear to strictly reprimand him, because he knew exactly how great the pressure Dami'an bore on his back was. It truly wasn't easy for him either.

"Wah! Wah!"

Right when the atmosphere was slightly quieting down, a crisp infant's cry abruptly transmitted from this quiet street.

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look at the direction the sound emitted from, yet saw what transmitted the sound unexpectedly was that monster corpse gradually dissipating.

"Careful, Mr. Helson!"

Helson approached that dissipating monster corpse cautiously, yet only saw those countless giant organs gradually turning into flying ash. Finally, only the size of a carriage remained. And after the final layer of skin peeled apart, right in the middle of that flesh and blood unexpectedly lay a porcelain doll howling up at the sky.

"Oh, heavens, unexpectedly there's an infant inside its body, and it's a baby girl!"

Helson's eyes slightly brightened. Nimbly taking off that black wizard robe draped on his body, this was a treasure signifying his status bestowed by the royal family back then. Yet Helson didn't mind using it as swaddling clothes in the slightest, cautiously wrapping that infant up,

"Quick, look, Dami'an, it's a baby girl!"

Dami'an and Vilelly came forward one after another, looking at that delicate little girl hiding in the swaddling clothes. Although right at this moment she was still merely an infant, that pair of eyes was exceedingly pretty. Especially after Helson hugged her, her crying sounds also gradually ceased, turning into giggling laughter.

"Wow, truly cute... how could there be an infant inside that monster's body?"

"Mr. Helson, this is an infant born from the monster's body, in case she's not human..."

Police Chief Leora behind raised her doubt, but Helson constantly rocked that infant while hugging her smilingly,

"Heh, how could she not be human? Look, the shape of her Magic Circuit is exactly identical to a human's, and moreover it's even more robust than other people's Magic Circuits. It's a good material to become a Magician... You say, her Soul is a human, if she isn't human then what is she?"

Helson hugged that little girl, looking at that infant resembling a porcelain doll fondly. The more he looked, the more he felt he liked her,

"Oh dear, I'll take her to get checked later. If there are no issues, she's my granddaughter... Right, I still have to give her a name, what name would be good?"

"I'll name her, how about Anna?"

This name was the most frequent name Naris people gave their daughters, bearing a bit of the flavor of boys being called 'Xiaoming' and girls being called 'Xiaohong'...

Helson cast a disdainful glance at his granddaughter, somewhat doubting her naming level.

He pondered for a second, subsequently merely gently lifting this child up. Under that bright sunlight, he looked at this newly born life, and a smile slightly formed on his old face,

"Ah, let's just call her Alicia then..."

"Alicia", modern transliteration of an ancient Naris word, translating to "Hope" or perhaps

"Treasure"