The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 238: Valentina

The Lion-kin's voice, like a lion's roar, angered Pakhz half to death. She cursed loudly,

"Go back to your daddy! We are pirates, not stinking beggars! Let me tell you, we are determined to get this thing. Even if your daddy comes to beg me, it won't work!"

"Sigh, why are you speaking like that? It's really impolite."

The blonde Lion-kin lady touched her chin and shook her head. Her fluffy blonde hair had a few strands woven into long braids, and on these braids hung several small round metal rings. When she shook her head, they jingled with a 'ting-ting-ting'.

She rested her chin on her hairless clawed fingers and spoke to Fisher and his group with a hint of pity.

Right at this moment, the black-robed man standing next to Alajina suddenly clutched his head in pain for some unknown reason. Alajina turned to look and saw that white feathers were rapidly growing on his body. As the feathers grew madly, he let out an agonizing scream,

"You... you are not Phoenixes... You are thieves! You stole the Phoenixes' swords! You damn traitors! Who is it?! The Azurebird-kin? Or those damn stinking cats?!"

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to the man's abnormal condition, Fisher keenly noticed the pale man in red clothes standing next to the Lion-kin secretly reaching his hand into the piercingly cold ice. He attempted to pull out the scroll made of True Ice. A small, translucent black tattoo was attached to his hand; it was this tattoo that allowed his arm to pass through the ice sealing the scroll.

Fisher's expression changed. The Fluid Sword in his hand dispersed like a whip. He rushed toward the Lion-kin while shouting at Alajina and the others,

"That man is trying to take the scroll!"The Lion-kin looked as if her scheme had succeeded. She smiled faintly at the rushing Fisher and reached out to grab the straight sword on her back,

"You are quite smart, little brother, but those guards have already had their lives hollowed out by the curse. Regardless of whether it is handed to a true Phoenix or not, as long as the scroll leaves this place, they will instantly turn into crazy monsters... Rather than the scroll, you should worry about your companions."

She raised her straight sword to meet Fisher's attack. Her strength was great, although still far from Fisher's. However, she was not in a hurry to attack. In this exchange, both sides were just probing each other out; neither was serious.

Upon hearing her words, Fisher turned his head backwards, only to see the countless prostrating figures in the cave and the man who brought them in start trembling. The feathers no longer just covered the surface of their bodies but expanded madly outwards, becoming exceptionally hideous and squeezing their own flesh to transform.

In Fisher's Soul vision, enhanced by the Soul Completion Handbook, their Souls seemed as if they were polluted by some eerie existence. Next to their Souls, Fisher faintly saw countless tiny eyes, arrayed like the Milky Way, staring at them...

'Is that... the Spirit World?'

The black-robed man clutched his head in pain. As his suffering intensified and the scroll left him, his consciousness seemed to clear up a lot, finding his original self from the muddled sense of original duty.

His expression, continuously covered by feathers, underwent a noticeable change. In a vision full of darkness, he continuously pointed his hand towards the scroll in the distance and yelled,

"No... I remember... I remember... No... you can't... take it... The scroll must be given... to a true Phoenix... Ah!"

He struggled painfully to maintain his sanity, but just as the Lion-kin had said, the scroll's Curse had completely enveloped him, just like the countless terrifying feathered monsters preparing to rise behind him...

In the final moments of his consciousness, he seemed to finally see Alajina clearly, as well as the aura of the Ice Prince on her body:

"If... it can't be given... to a true Phoenix... then it must be destroyed, otherwise... the sky's..."

By the time he muttered this very last sentence, his Northern Border language had been wildly squeezed out by his feathered throat, leaving only a blurred bird call. At the very last moment, the black-robed humanoid suddenly burst apart, turning into a monster made of feathers mixed with flesh.

"Screech!"

Those prostrating figures in the cave also all stood up, hissing at this group of people who wanted to take away the scroll. That bird call carried a piercingly cold aura. Upon hearing it, the Magic Circuits of everyone present lit up, clearly causing a certain degree of tremor to their souls.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

Alajina's expression turned cold. The phantom of the Ice Prince appeared in her hand in an instant, but right after it appeared, Alajina put it back away in pain.

The reason was none other than the fact that she had just been frostbitten by the Ice Prince's main body, and using it again now would undoubtedly aggravate her injuries.

But Aoxi next to her had already circulated her dual wings beneath her body. When she unfurled them again, quite a few sharp blades were mixed amidst the feathers.

And the Lion-kin, seeing the man in red clothes next to her had already taken the scroll out of the ice, smiled faintly and stepped back a certain distance to unload the force,

"Since the item is in hand, I will take my leave for now..."

"Cut the crap, let's go, Filis."

The man in red suddenly produced a peculiarly shaped golden box from his back, quickly placing the True Ice Scroll inside it and retreating towards the rear.

"Fisher, don't worry about us, that scroll is strange, you can't let it leave casually!"

"Fuck their daddy, they want to learn from the Sirens and play with us too, right?"

Although Pakhz looked fat, her movements were not slow at all. Upon seeing the Lion-kin and the man in red about to leave, she swung the musket in her hand and fired a shot at them, but it didn't hit.

Fisher, having observed the situation behind him, silently turned his head and shouted in a low voice to Eimhart on his shoulder,

"Shrink back."

"...Alrighty."

In the instant Eimhart shrunk, Fisher had already raised the Fluid Sword in his hand, aiming at the Lion-kin Filis who was leaving in the distance.

"Buzz..."

Filis, with a smile, walked further and further away alongside the man in red. However, right at this moment, her hunter's intuition suddenly made her back feel slightly cold, scaring her into hurriedly raising the straight sword in her hand again to block.

"Clang!"

As expected, after experiencing a loud, crisp metallic clash, she suddenly felt a tremendous force coming from behind her. It was as heavy as the massive strength of an adult Dragon-kin, forcing her body to steeply sink. But she didn't completely take this strike head-on; instead, in the process of sinking, she again unloaded the force, twisted her body, and leaped backwards.

"Ha, you're playing for real—ugh!"

However, Fisher's Fluid Sword instantly transformed into a liquid shape, coiling ring by ring upwards along her straight blade, tightly wrapping around her weapon. The moment she prepared to leave, she was yanked back.

"Bang!"

Filis had just turned her head in surprise when a fist carrying the sound of breaking wind fiercely smashed into her face. That solid punch instantly caused her weapon to slip from her grasp and fly backwards.

The man in red didn't even turn his head, running forward like a madman. While running, he even laughed,

"Good hit, good hit, hit a few more times to stall for time for the boss..."

"Motherfucker Balthazar!"

Ignoring the Lion-kin who was punched away and rolled twice on the ground, Fisher coldly glanced at the man running further away. The Fluid Sword in his hand lashed out like an agile whip, using the detached giant straight sword as an arrow for a longbow and firing it at his back.

Feeling the sound of breaking wind about to strike from behind, the already pale face of the man in red turned even whiter. It scared him so much that he hurriedly cried out with a miserable face towards the direction ahead,

"Boss! Help! Help, I'm going to die! Help!"

Balthazar's voice flowed forward, all the way to the other direction of this island. That was also a beach, and parked outside the beach was an ironclad ship much smaller than the Iceberg Queen.

On the sandy beach with that ship as a backdrop, a tall figure entirely covered in mechanical devices suddenly lifted its head upon hearing the man's voice. A wisp of steam also escaped from the corner of its mouth,

"Sizzle..."

In front of him, his hands, entirely made of machinery, were pushing a wheelchair constructed from steam machinery. Seated on that wheelchair was an entire raven-clad young girl.

The young girl's appearance was remarkably cold and breathtakingly beautiful. She wore a small hat belonging to an unknown nation on her head, but it couldn't fully cover her naturally smooth, white long hair. She hadn't tied any hair accessories, simply letting that white hair fall onto her shoulders.

And that black outfit was very elegant, completely different from the Kadu Holy Maiden's attire, covering the young girl's beautiful body tightly. Her expression was indifferent. After hearing the scream from the distant woods, she couldn't help but sigh and said to the person behind her,

"Help them, Herdor."

Her voice was as beautiful as a nightingale spreading its wings under the moon. Despite it being a beautiful young girl's timbre, she spoke with a very serious tone. The mixture of these two complex feelings actually added a bit of cuteness.

"Sizzle... Yes, Valentiina."

Following his reply to her words while exhaling steam behind her wheelchair, he extended a hand towards the distant woods. On that mechanically constructed arm, rings of deep purple Magic Crests brightened up,

"Sizzle... Gravity Magic, [Suppression]."

And in the distant woods, the straight sword Fisher threw at the man suddenly plummeted towards the ground, smashing heavily into the earth. At the same time, the magic on the mechanical man's hand seemed to have copied itself out of thin air onto the sky, controlling Fisher's movements.

"Haha, thanks, thanks..."

The pale-faced man finally smiled upon seeing this scene and hurriedly raised the box, preparing to leave.

And Filis, who had been punched fiercely by Fisher, wiped the corner of her mouth. Originally, she had wanted to take revenge on him, but looking at Fisher's slightly cold expression, she still didn't go over. She sensibly picked up the straight sword dropped on the ground and just mocked him,

"Such great strength, but it would be even better if you knew how to show some tender heart for the fair sex..."

Subsequently, Filis left together with Balthazar in front. The gravity on Fisher's body grew heavier and heavier, but his expression was calm. He controlled the Fluid Sword to point at the Magic Crests flashing in the sky.

He was someone who played with magic; he understood the weaknesses of various magic perfectly. This kind of remote simultaneous-casting magic didn't extend the World's Echo all the way over; there would be a link location between the place of casting and the place of effect.

One only needed to destroy the position of that link, and the magic would collapse without attack.

In the distance, after seeing those two people running back, the tall mechanical man standing behind the wheelchair-bound girl, Herdor, exhaled a puff of steam and spoke to the wheelchair-bound girl in front of him,

"Sizzle... He knows a lot about magic, my gravity won't hold for long."

The white-haired girl named "Valentiina" nodded, then placed her hands on a small wooden box resting on her knees and told him,

"I'll stop him... Moon Princess."

As her words spilled out, the wooden box she was holding was pushed open at the same time, revealing a short dagger-like weapon lying flat at the bottom of the wooden box.

The weapon wasn't large overall, but its craftsmanship was exceptionally delicate. The blade entirely presented a profound black color, seemingly containing a flowing starry river within it. Following Valentiina's words, a black feather-shaped item on the blade became increasingly obvious, until a kind moonlight shot out from it, falling towards the distance.

Fisher, who was in the midst of destroying the Magic Crests, suddenly realized something was wrong. He abruptly looked up and suddenly felt the surrounding sky dimming. His expression changed, only to see a small moon continuously absorbing the surrounding light flying towards him from the sky.

"Crack!"

In the distance, Valentiina watched the moon in the thicket abruptly burst out with a cold light, swallowing Fisher. Then she gently closed the wooden box on her thigh and spoke to Herdor behind her,

"This way he won't be able to move for a while, let's go."

Filis, rubbing her cheek nearby, curled her lips and complained to the cold young girl,

"He really deserved to freeze to death directly, hitting me so hard..."

Herdor pushed the young girl's wheelchair and gradually walked towards the ocean. Valentiina didn't look back; she simply said,

"It was a treasure taken through a scheme to begin with; it's fine if they hold a bit of a grudge. Those people polluted by the Curse shouldn't be able to cause them any casualties. As for you, I'll give you more remuneration as compensation when we get back."

Upon hearing this sentence, the eyes of Filis, who was rubbing her cheek, burst out with a light akin to gold coins. In an instant, her face no longer hurt and her anger had dissipated. She always knew this young girl was generous and definitely wouldn't treat her shoddily,

"What are you saying? How could I hold much of a grudge? We're all working for the boss, it's nothing. As long as the pay is enough, I'll do anything..."

"She doesn't hold a grudge, but I hold a very deep grudge..."

Just as they were preparing to leave, a male voice abruptly sounded behind them. While Valentiina was slightly stunned, a sword blade like mercury elongated in an instant, yanking the box from the red-clothed man's hand back.

"Sizzle... That man, he's fine."

Herdor's steam sounded with a sizzle. Valentiina, with a cold face, twisted her head back and looked at the Fisher who was covered in ice dregs but wasn't seriously injured.

His appearance was handsome but his expression was cold. He spoke to their side in the Naris language while shaking the box that had already fallen into his hand,

"You are generous, this box shall serve as my 'remuneration' to alleviate my anger."