The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 228: 2 Second Mate

Isabel's brain was a patch of blankness. After all from noon yesterday until this afternoon she only simply ate a meal and drank a cup of water, the rest of the time she basically gave up on herself lying upon the ship sleeping.

Within the drowsy and groggy dreams, every moment and every second she was recollecting the scenes occurring that day. Sometimes she even saw within a patch of pitch-black, her own older brother possessing only exactly a head looking at herself, while dialoguing the seven orifices still bleeding.

That terrifying scene made her nauseous. Under the psychological pressure of extreme terror, she practically didn't want to eat anything also didn't want to do anything. But her body after all was still merely a mortal body, the pain brought about owing to starvation making her basically difficult to endure.

Once excessively starved, inside the brain entirely possessed only eating this single simple matter; but slightly eating a bit full, inside her brain once again began surging out those chaotic thoughts.

Isabel had thought about wanting exactly like this starving to death terminating her own life. But she after all lacked such courage, she is an out-and-out coward, without the sheltering of the older sister she couldn't do any matters...

"Are you finding food to eat?"

Standing before the captain's cabin on the second floor of the deck, Isabel whose lips hadn't drank water for very long dry to the point of sprouting quite a few dead skins akin to cracks. Upon hearing Fisher's voice, she turned her head sluggishly seeing Fisher's cold and stern expression. And then very quickly slightly moving away a bit of her own line of sight, imperceptibly nodding her head,

"Teacher Fisher, I..."

"Follow me over here."

Fisher nevertheless didn't pay attention to her words, walking straight to her side, roughly pulling her anew to before the room behind the captain's cabin, here possessed nobody.Experiencing this period of time rotting away, the bones of her body were extremely weak, basically lacking any weight, even if wanting to resist Fisher's actions there was also no method.

"Teacher Fisher, let go... so painful..."

Her pale small face was covered a bit by the golden long hair. Seeing herself about to be dragged away by Fisher while she nonetheless lacked the means to resist, both her legs went soft directly kneeling and sitting upon the ground, attempting to use this kind of method to obstruct Fisher's actions.

But Fisher uniformly didn't care about her feelings, forcefully dragging her arriving at the edge of the ship.

Subsequently, his wrist flicked, a pitch-black sword hilt instantly appeared within his palm. Fluid Sword blade akin to mercury turned into a long spoon dropping into the seawater below, and then Fisher gently pulled once then pulling that seawater up directly splashing upon her face.

"Splash!"

"Cough cough..."

After finishing doing all this, Fisher then shook off her hand, letting that seawater wet her golden hair sticking upon her cheeks. Prolonged thirst made her subconsciously lick the dripping water droplets, but that seawater was overly salty and astringent, making her owing to a feeling of nausea start to cough,

"Look at your current appearance, simply precisely like a walking corpse. Since you are so weak and feeble, at the time uniformly shouldn't have relying on a moment of impulse left Saint-Nazareth. Have you ever considered, if you hadn't encountered me, hadn't been brought upon this ship by me what kind of ending would you possess?"

Isabel kept her head dropped down, gently reaching out covering her own face, rubbing the similarly salty seawater and tears upon her own cheeks,

"S-sorry, I wuu... the moment thinking of older sister then..."

"I don't care what you are thinking, but since you have already left Saint-Nazareth, then cannot once again act like the living method living within the Golden Palace of Saint-Nazareth... or to say, you want to return to the Golden Palace? If it's like this, waiting until arriving at the destination I will immediately find a ship sending you back."

Once hearing about sending herself back to the Golden Palace, Isabel was whatever said unwilling to do it. She hurriedly shaking her head, crying grabbing onto Fisher's hand, keeping her head down pleading saying,

"D-don't, Teacher Fisher don't send me back, I don't want to... as long as not going back, doing anything is fine."

Eimhart sitting upon Fisher's shoulder secretly cast a sideways glance at him, extremely fearing this beast would additionally commit whatever devilish matters. This interacting hadn't been a few days, Eimhart already produced trust crisis towards Fisher... mhm, at least regarding the issue of gentle ladies it is like this.

"You still know I am your teacher? Tomorrow you exactly give me going to train together with those crew members, maintaining identical schedules and routines with them... while now, here basically lacks any food, first go into the cabin washing yourself clean, wait until dinner eating together with everyone."

Not waiting for Isabel to agree, Fisher then hoisted her up in one grasp, compelling her to walk towards over there.

Afar, Alajina having followed over carrying her arms leaning behind the captain's cabin watching them, incidentally also pointing out the direction for Isabel,

"The bathroom for washing the body is upon the third floor of the cabin beneath the deck, going there there will be people telling you where it is."

"...Thank you."

Isabel still keeping her head down pursed her lips. Waiting until Fisher let go of her arm, she softly addressed a thank you with Alajina, and then slowly dragging her own exhausted body walking towards the direction of the deck.

Her wet and sorry appearance was scanned by the crew members currently training. Many people merely cast a glance then SKIPPED over her, but the line of sights of the rest of the people nonetheless exactly weren't that friendly.

The customs of the Sardin Woman's Country possess exceptionally strict requirements towards females. Within the ice and snow of the Northern Border, the females there advocate firm and indomitable wills. Although they maintain respect towards females of other nations, but this didn't hinder them from mocking the presently cowardly Isabel.

Alajina took all the situations upon the deck into her eyes. Waiting until Fisher rubbing his own wrist walked towards her, she then good-naturedly reminded saying,

"That girl looks not an ordinary person, should be a member among the aristocrats of Saint-Nazareth. But with her degree of weakness and feebleness, should not be the defeated faction of the coup d'état, she also lacks a clear and firm objective... exactly who is she?"

Fisher didn't answer this question, merely saying,

"As long as having left Saint-Nazareth, she exactly is nothing at all, upon your ship even more so. Therefore, possessing no necessity to accommodate her, this towards her is a bad matter."

"I am merely worried, if letting her train together with my crew members, the pressure she suffers will be very massive. Correction is a good matter, but if exerting excessive force then exactly would ruin a piece of good material..."

Fisher hearing after nevertheless shook his head, his gaze looking towards the back figure of Isabel enduring the lines of sight of the crew members walking beneath the deck, and then saying,

"No need to worry, within her family there basically never was a single normal person, she also isn't an exception."

"Hehe, alcohol is here!"

"Squeeze towards over there a bit!"

Close to evening time, upon the Iceberg Queen Ship once again became boisterous anew.

The crew members moved all the usable wooden tables within the cabins up, and then forming a large circle upon the deck. All crew members were busy busking up and down upon the deck, preparing this sumptuous dinner.

The people of the Northern Border fancy holding banquets during the first three months prior to the onset of winter. Many festivals are exactly at this time. Because the winter of the Northern Border is overly cold, the people in ancient times once arriving at winter basically uniformly didn't go out moving about. If wanting to do somewhat something could only exactly make use of finishing before winter arrives, otherwise exactly must wait until the arrival of early spring next year.

Now is already late autumn October, and today exactly happens to be the traditional festival "Family Festival" of the Northern Border.

The rough meaning of this festival within the Sardin Woman's Country exactly is the day to go visit relatives. Although the crew members upon the ship already basically lacked any relatives able to visit, but going through the formalities eating a huge meal is still necessary.

Old Jack wearing a piece of black robe carried a large barrel of alcohol going upon the deck. However if at this time the sea breeze blew lightly a bit, you would exactly discover regarding the upper body beneath his robe basically nothing was worn.

Previously Fisher didn't want to wear Alajina's coat, and then precisely taking advantage of when the intoxicated Old Jack and the crew members gambling dice mixed a hand in, mhm, and then precisely won over his bartender shirt. This exactly is the reason why Fisher now possesses a shirt to wear.

As for the coat Old Jack is currently wearing exactly was still gifted to him by First Mate Pakhz. Him wearing it looks exactly like an oversized black spinning top, the image when walking making people very reluctant to look directly at it.

Although this set of clothes was extremely comfortable to wear, but waiting until the second day when Old Jack sobered up from the alcohol he then exactly consistently put on a stinky face towards Fisher, moreover most of the time also only willing to drill towards the kitchen.

To him, wearing this uniformly inferior to not wearing. But this after all is upon the ship of the Sardin Woman's Country. In case not wearing afterwards producing a bit of whatever mishaps, he Old Jack exactly would fail to maintain his integrity in his later years.

The preparation works of the banquet were roughly in place, all crew members consecutively took their seats.

Isabel having just finished washing up kept her head down sitting on Fisher's left side. Fisher's reminder still possessed usefulness, after finishing washing up in the afternoon she then didn't go back to the room but rather consistently stayed upon the deck. But she was exceedingly unaccustomed to this kind of rough and unconstrained environment of the Sardin Woman's Country, therefore when eating meals exactly subconsciously sat on Fisher's left side.

While Fisher's right side, all crew members entirely extremely tacitly didn't go to sit, as if there had already been reserved by someone same.

Not waiting for long, Alajina having changed into a set of more casual clothing then gently sat beside Fisher.

The females of the Sardin Woman's Country possess no skirt attires, but they extremely like wearing somewhat tighter pants. While regarding the garments of the upper body also like designing some embellishments upon the clothes, similar to silk scarves and brooches. Such as now, upon Alajina's chest exactly wore a small metal fake flower accessory.

And at this time, her white long hair also uniformly didn't identically as usual tie into a ponytail, but letting nature take its course allowing it to scatter. Such a hairstyle allowed her and the gentle ladies of other nations to possess several fractions of connections. But after like this, Fisher then couldn't see her earlobes that frequently would turn pink and tender.

She calmly took her seat, looking towards the Fisher beside. Looking for one second, again realizing after the fact reaching out to take the wine glass on the table, raising it towards Fisher,

"Happy Family Festival, Fisher."

"Happy festival."

Fisher raised the wine glass touching a bit with Alajina. But after this gentle touch, Alajina nonetheless didn't retract her hand to drink, but rather consistently looking at Fisher. This made Fisher somewhat doubtful,

"What's wrong, could it possibly possess some Northern Border festival customs I don't know about?"

While the Alajina returning to her senses nonetheless merely gently shook her head. Drinking a mouthful of beer within the cup saying,

"No, I merely feel, you are extremely beautiful... mhm, towards the men of Naris, should I praise you as handsome right?"

"Like this, after all the festival customs of the Northern Border and Naris differ vastly, I uniformly thought possessing some matters exactly I didn't know about... however, you are also extremely beautiful, incorrect, according to the phrasing of the Northern Border shouldn't I also say you are extremely handsome?"

She exhaled a breath of hot air generated owing to alcohol, the corners of her mouth containing a bit of faint smile looking at the boisterous atmosphere around,

"Whatever you say is fine, I entirely don't mind."

At this time, the sumptuous dishes upon the table had already been fully served. Even the three Rat-Girls who went to chase Eimhart that resentful seed book also smelt the fragrance of food running back.

Eimhart then followed behind them lacking vitality. One look precisely knew experienced torment entirely not light. Once coming back exactly automatically shrank into Fisher's pocket,

"Time to eat~"

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

"Tiring the great Eimhart to death, compared with those three little brats, unexpectedly it's you looking a bit more pleasing to the eye..."

Eimhart's drake voice at this time appeared weak and feeble. Even being a conscious relic, his vitality was also far inferior to those three Ratman Races akin to perpetual motion machines.

As for why during the afternoon Karma them sought out Eimhart not continuing to play with Steel Knife. That exactly was because Steel Knife was called onto the mast by Aoxi afterwards then uniformly didn't come down.

Without Steel Knife the Great Demon King this enemy, Karma they exactly simply conjured another enemy out of thin air, and that exactly was the innocent Eimhart.

"Eat... eat..."

At this time, that colorful parrot Steel Knife was still bouncing around upon the table. Using its beak biting a small bucket, constantly shouting towards the crew members around. And the crew members around also seemingly had early on grown accustomed to this scene, while drinking alcohol simultaneously using spoons placing various kinds of dishes within that small bucket.

Waiting until the portions within the bucket were roughly filled enough, a crew member again brought a small cup filling some alcohol placing in the bucket,

"Alright, go."

"Thank you... thank you..."

Waiting until the crew member finished speaking, Steel Knife once again stretched its beak dragging that single small bucket. Spreading its wings quite strenuously flying towards the top of the mast. Above the mast, that Second Mate Aoxi consistently sat there. Her back faced everyone below, Steel Knife strenuously flew to before her, and then handed that bucket of food to her.

After receiving the food, her silhouette wrapped by the heavy robe then began trembling slightly, obviously exactly enjoying that bucket of food.

However owing to her constantly turning her back facing Fisher, therefore Fisher couldn't see clearly her specific appearance. He was somewhat doubtful, thus looking towards the Alajina beside,

"Doesn't your Second Mate come down to enjoy dinner?"

Alajina currently using a knife to cut meat turned her head casting a glance at that Aoxi above wrapped into a ball, hesitating to speak saying,

"She normally always dines alone above, other crew members have also completely grown accustomed to her like this. From the very beginning when she came by my side exactly it was like this... she entirely dislikes this kind of atmosphere, but other times she exactly is all exceedingly reliable."

"Like this huh..."

Right when Fisher raised his head sizing up the Aoxi above, upon her shoulder consistently stood that identical parrot named Steel Knife. It used its beak to preen its own feathers, and then also tilted its head looking towards the Fisher below, making eye contact with his gaze.

Waiting until Fisher turned his head back, that tilting head Steel Knife immediately originally jumped upon Aoxi's shoulder turning its body. After shaking its head a bit towards its own master, that action of Aoxi's exactly enjoying dinner exactly came to an abrupt end.

She silently turned the face obscured half by the black robe over, similarly looking towards the Fisher below.

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