The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 270: The Beast Charging the Cage

In the tavern Fisher had left, Heliana was dragging those unconscious Phoenix Knights alone, roughly tossing them at the street corner. While she was still pondering how to transport them away, Pakhz, who had already regained consciousness in the room, cursed loudly at Heliana at the doorway one step ahead.

She rubbed her fat-covered shoulder, subconsciously cast a glance at Old Jack lying beside her, then her throat moved slightly and she leaned against the wall.

Heliana at the doorway of the room smiled slightly upon hearing the other party's voice, paying completely no mind to it. Pakhz had also previously served as her military instructor, yet unlike Alajina, her relationship with Pakhz wasn't very good, merely viewing the other party as an unfamiliar subordinate of her mother's.

"Are you waiting for that Naris man?"

Mya's warships outside were getting closer and closer. Many gang members on Patlusion Island had drawn closer to the port side, which was exactly why Fisher had barely seen any local gangs when he went to the hotel where the Naris people lived earlier.

Heliana wasn't worried about what Mya would do to them. To Mya, the Sardin Matriarchy's scale was too immense. As long as their side didn't actively seek trouble with the other party, they would absolutely not dare to touch them. Therefore, Heliana's tone right now was relaxed, feeling absolutely nothing towards the failure of the mission she shouldered either.

Instead, for some unknown reason, her mood had improved quite a bit after she and her younger sister beat each other up.

At this moment, Heliana turned her head to look at Alajina standing at the tavern doorway, her clothes stained with quite a bit of blood and her face somewhat disfigured. She had been staring in the direction that Naris man left earlier, lost in thought.

And behind her equally stood her Cangniao-kin demi-human guard, Ocie. Having lost the protection of her cloak at this time, she could only use her wings to quietly wrap her body up. Yet this left no perch for the steel knife, making it stay quite helplessly on the eaves above the tavern beside the street, tilting its head equally looking in the direction Fisher left.

The sight of one human, one demi-human, and one parrot simultaneously looking in one direction made Heliana suspect that Naris man was their husband all at once...Hearing Heliana's words, Alajina completely ignored her, not even turning her head around. But Heliana didn't care in the slightest either. She merely prepared to drag the Phoenix Knights and leave here.

"That man is not suitable for you... especially for a woman without ambition like you, an obedient, duty-bound matriarchy woman is the most suitable. He knows a lot, sees a lot, do you really expect him to stay obediently by your side as an obedient husband for his entire life?"

"Hehe, but this is fine too. I already can't wait to see the appearance of you being abandoned by him, hiding in a room sniveling..."

"..."

Alajina still didn't turn her head. The tall Heliana behind had already dragged several lumps of iron, the Phoenix Knights, towards another direction of the street alone. The destination seemed to be a certain specialized brothel operating for Sardin Matriarchy people on the island.

She didn't have a spare hand to wave goodbye to Alajina again, or rather the two sisters didn't need such polite formalities at all. Their communication today could be described as strange: she came over to knock Alajina's crew unconscious, fought fiercely with Alajina, and then left as if nothing had happened...

But what nobody noticed was that the Alajina standing in place gently bit her lip after hearing Heliana's words, even her severely injured fingers couldn't help but clench tightly again.

Although Heliana looked like a bear, it was clearly unwise to thereby ignore her sharp thoughts. Just as the fat old woman Pakhz also had a sly heart.

And Alajina indeed always felt that Fisher had many mysteries she didn't know about. She similarly completely didn't know what he would or wouldn't do. This feeling of having no bottom line regarding the other party's thoughts gave her a strong sense of insecurity, as if Fisher was a patch of nebulous fog that she couldn't grasp no matter what.

Yes, even a strong Sardin Matriarchy woman like Alajina would sometimes feel insecure.

Even if Fisher's appearance, the feeling he brought her, and his personality all made Alajina extremely infatuated, only that uncertain, ethereal feeling made Alajina suddenly produce an unrealistic sliver of doubt.

Could it be that his attitude towards her was just playing around?

Could it be that he had never been serious about her, about his feelings for her?

Could it be that even regarding his previous agreement with her it was also like this, that in fact he had never cared about her thoughts, nor cared about her at all?

Every time she thought of these, a rather piercing chill would quietly and slowly spread in Alajina's eyes, completely freezing that layer of azure ocean.

Only until the Naris gentleman wrapped in Ocie's scarf appeared in her line of sight again in the distance at this time, did that layer of frost quietly dissipate, allowing Alajina's expression to recover its original ordinary state.

She walked quickly in Fisher's direction, exactly meeting Fisher's questioning of her.

"How are Pakhz, Old Jack, and the others? Has your sister left?"

Alajina nodded, and then responded,

"They... are fine."

Only at this time, having escaped danger, did Alajina suddenly notice the scarf belonging to Ocie wrapped around the other party's neck. A hint of an unclear meaning flashed through her eyes as she suddenly silently reached out to untie the other party's scarf in Fisher's line of sight.

Her blood-stained fingers quite carefully untied Ocie's scarf from his shoulders loop by loop, making the Ocie behind involuntarily move her head a bit towards the direction of her wings, seemingly appearing somewhat shy.

"What did you go do just now?"

"It's nothing, handled a bit of private affairs regarding Naris, and it hasn't completely been handled well yet..."

Whenever he thought of Elizabeth, Fisher felt quite a headache. Even on Patlusion Island, one hundred and eight thousand miles away from Saint-Nazareth, he still felt as if playing chess with her across space. Moreover, he wasn't yet sure what method she would use to find him next, nor was he clear whether Erwinde had leaked out the matter of him being on the Iceberg Queen.

Alajina cast a glance at Fisher's pensive expression. For some unknown reason, she suddenly felt the matter Fisher had gone to do previously was related to that new queen of Saint-Nazareth...

Elizabeth Gothrin, that newly enthroned Empress of Naris, was not only a Naris lady from the same place as Fisher, but compared to a pirate exiled to the ends of the earth like herself, she was noble by an unknown degree.

What if the person Fisher truly loved was Elizabeth, and he kept her figure deeply in his heart?

And it seemed... that Empress also favored Fisher quite a bit, otherwise she wouldn't have spent such a massive bounty to capture Fisher alive.

Alajina felt somewhat tasteless, but still opened her mouth to Fisher with difficulty,

"Is there anything I can help with?"

In actuality, the biggest problem placed before Fisher right now was completely not Elizabeth, but that madman Erwinde possessing a Completion Handbook. He also completely didn't know that Alajina would bizarrely connect the difficult problem he encountered before his eyes with his lover Elizabeth.

Fisher didn't want to drag Alajina into this dispute regarding the Completion Handbooks. He merely glanced at the Alajina before his eyes, only to see her face severely injured due to the battle with Heliana just now. Consequently, he then suddenly seemed to recall something and took out those few rings the Lord Cardinal handed him from his breast.

He checked exactly what magic was engraved inside, unexpectedly finding an extra pleasant surprise.

The Pioneering Company truly deserved to be the wealthiest company in the entire West Continent. These magic rings contained not only healing magics used to heal injuries, but also offensive magics and defensive magics of various other effects.

Among them, there were two magics of relatively high rings. One was a sixth-ring storage spatial magic, exactly similar to those magics placed on Fisher's carriage previously, capable of storing items by compressing space. And that magic of an even higher ring could also be considered an old friend, it was the eighth-ring gravity magic with quite good efficiency, [Gravity Sky Ring]. This was exactly the magic used when he helped Raphaela drain the lake water previously...

After checking, he counted out one of the magic rings used for healing, then shook his head saying,

"It's no big deal... also, there are still wounds on your body, let me heal you first."

Alajina looked down at the quite disheveled attire on her body, staying silent for a second or two, only then nodding. This dress was originally not born for combat; when truly coming to blows, threads burst here, openings tore there, which was exactly why Alajina appeared somewhat disheveled right now.

"Let's move the other crew members to a safe place first before saying anything else. Mya's people will land on the island immediately, it's best not to come into conflict with them..."

"Alright."

It was unclear exactly what agreement Mya and the pirates on the island reached, the entire island was quietly silent right now. It was exactly because of this deathly stillness that a layer of ominous feeling was cast over the atmosphere on the island.

This small country Mya had nearly bet its entire capital for that piece of True Ice, unexpectedly daring to directly sail warships and output force right in the faces of the Sardin Matriarchy and Naris. This was estimated to be unexpected by everyone; even the Phoenix Knights decided to temporarily avoid their sharp edge, because no one knew what they would do for that piece of True Ice.

If Mya were merely a simple small country like those on the eastern side of the West Continent, it would be fine, because no matter how much such a small country hopped around, it had to see how much strength it had. But Mya alone was different; behind it stood an extremely heavyweight character in the Northern Border — the Turan Family. That was a faction the Sardin Matriarchy absolutely couldn't easily offend no matter what.

Alajina was also considered cautious, taking Pakhz and a crowd of crew members to another hotel on the island with Fisher for temporary rest and reorganization. And then she notified Ocie to fly out to sea to notify the main ship of the Iceberg Queen not to approach the island temporarily, to avoid conflicting with Mya's warships.

Alajina booked several rooms in one breath to provide resting accommodations for the crew members, while she herself stayed with Fisher in the room at the very end of the corridor.

Healing magic cannot completely replace medicine, but it proves extremely handy in situations requiring first aid. It is best to supplement it with certain medications for treatment.

Fisher bought a change of clothes for her from downstairs. Only after she washed off the bloodstains on her body in the room did he come in to continue treating her.

"Your wounds are somewhat serious, especially the parts on your hands. This part cannot be healed in a short time even using magic..."

Fisher evaluated the ring of hideous wounds on her hands, explaining the situation of the wounds on her body to her while turning on the healing magic in his hand.

Her hands were severely injured, so it was naturally impossible to wear the magic ring anymore. Hence Fisher used a small string to thread through the ring, wearing the magic at her chest, and then used the only trauma herbs available on the island to treat the rest of her obvious wounds.

As layers of green light gushed out from the ring, even Alajina's dull perception could feel as if strands of soft hair were scratching her wounds. The itching of healing was so obvious, yet her complexion didn't change a bit. She merely looked at the clothes on her body, saying to Fisher somewhat pitifully,

"I'm sorry... previously I even said I would buy clothes for you, but as a result, now it's you buying clothes for me."

Listening to her exceptionally pure words, Fisher raised his eyebrows, placing the already applied medication on the table beside him, saying indifferently,

"It's fine, men of Naris do not care about these things."

"Um, earlier I saw... you had Ocie's scarf wrapped around you?"

"Mm-hmm, what about it?"

"...Did you guys say anything in the room?"

In actuality, she felt somewhat uncomfortable just now when she saw Fisher had Ocie's things on his body. It was just that earlier she exhibited the excellent traditional stubbornness of Sardin Matriarchy women, pretending not to care.

But now, getting along in private, when the atmosphere became quiet again, that uncomfortable feeling started making trouble at the bottom of her heart again, making her quite take it to heart. Therefore, Alajina brought up this matter again.

She also knew that perhaps Fisher and Ocie completely did nothing and said nothing when they were in the room, nor did she believe her utterly loyal guard could do anything. Therefore she also felt asking this question appeared somewhat unreasonable and illogical...

But, she just wanted to know.

The contradictory psychology constantly intertwined, making Alajina turn her face away slightly when saying these words, not even daring to meet Fisher's gaze.

That expression of pretending to be indifferent but actually caring very much suddenly made Fisher feel she was very cute. Following the faint sea salt aura produced because she had just washed up, Fisher's throat moved slightly, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the fair skin on her body.

The scorching feeling gradually surged up, making Fisher's eyes also gradually become dark, just like a beast charging the cage imprisoning it.