novelraw Chapter 272: Renee's Clue
Chapter 272: Renee's Clue
He was merely constantly falling, constantly following a book flashing with golden light, falling toward a certain extremely profound dream.
Demi-Human Girl Completion Handbook?
Fisher arduously cast a glance at the book flashing with golden light keeping his consciousness constantly sinking before him. Although puzzled, he couldn't open his mouth to ask, only forced to follow it into a dream Fisher was quite familiar with.
That dreamscape was full of faint fragrance. The fall in the pitch-black was not unimpeded like jumping freely, but more like countless unclear forces coming from all directions, frantically tearing at Fisher's body.
In the darkness, it was as if countless eyes were watching Fisher's thinly falling soul.
Such solitude, such fear towards the unknown, made even Fisher feel difficulty breathing. Only until the next second, he suddenly felt the greedy, whispering gazes beside him disperse one by one, and the surroundings abruptly quieted down...
Only when Fisher barely forced his eyes open did he discover that in the dreamscape before him, that massive full moon he had seen previously hung coldly above the night sky, watching him like a god entirely devoid of mercy.
That moon, more gigantic and brighter than the universe, occupied the entire night sky, soaking the entire firmament with coldness. A chilling sense of being watched and locked-on permeated entirely into Fisher's soul, yet there was absolutely no emotional meaning within it, just as if it simply wanted to watch Fisher like this.
An indescribable sense of oppression transmitted from the water-like moonlight paving the entire ground to the very depths of Fisher's heart. Everlasting solitude and a coercion like a black hole shoved at Fisher's soul, making him struggle painfully.
Under such squeezing, Fisher suddenly saw some blurry fragmented images...Amidst the sky-filling snowstorm, he saw a black hair falling slowly to the ground, wrapped in a faint fragrance, saw a patch of profound blackness, and also saw a back view of a throne erected within that profound blackness, carved entirely from True Ice.
The situation on the front of the throne was still unknown. But when Fisher evaluated towards that direction, a bizarre sense of danger instantly surged into his heart, as if his soul was locked onto by some extremely dangerous existence.
A sound, like a whisper yet like a great bell, exploded in his heart,
"The last... Phoenix."
That sound approached Fisher's face as if it possessed substance. That inadvertently spoken word contained power unimaginable to humans, seemingly capable of tearing Fisher into pieces in an instant. Right at the final moment, that book flashing with golden light violently yanked his consciousness away from this extremely dangerous place, making him instantly break away from that dreamscape permeated with faint fragrance.
But Fisher frantically struggled wanting to look down, because he suddenly recognized that the owner of that faint fragrance was that witch who frequently wore a sinister smile, but was now missing...
"Renee!"
The very next second, Fisher opened his eyes panic-stricken, his hand extending forward wanting to grab that black-haired beauty. But what entered his eyes was not that chillingly giant moon, no extremely dangerous True Ice throne, nor that charming Renee with a sinister smile, only the dusk sunlight that fell onto the floor having been isolated by the curtains, wanting to squeeze into the room.
The atmosphere in the room was dim yet tranquil, making the Fisher who practically forgot to breathe pant several times in succession before recovering. Only at this time did he suddenly discover that at some point his entire body had broken out in a layer of cold sweat, symbolizing the terror he felt in the dreamscape.
The pressure from the dreamscape stubbornly refused to dissipate. Profusely sweating, Fisher subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his brow, but suddenly discovered he seemed to still be staying in someone's embrace.
He blankly turned his head to look beside him. Amidst that bit of fresh sea salt fragrance, a touch of white hair flowed, and a heroic and valiant yet exceptionally quiet face at this time was resting beside his own. It was exactly the Iceberg Queen, Alajina.
As a Sardin Matriarchy woman, even if she had reluctantly fulfilled the agreement with Fisher to be on the bottom just now, she would still subconsciously reach out and hold Fisher in her embrace. This subconscious sense of sheltering made Fisher feel quite novel, and he couldn't distinguish clearly whether it was he who took advantage just now or she, but felt she was extremely satisfied and at ease...
Speaking of which, did I call out Renee's name in the dream just now?
Fortunately, Alajina slept rather heavily. Seemingly because she had just experienced battle and having intercourse today—two quite physically exhausting matters—she couldn't be woken up once asleep.
But Fisher's heart was beating extremely fast right now, and his mind kept echoing the content he dreamed of just now.
Previously, Fisher had seen that merciless, god-like moon. It was when he shared a bed with Renee in Saint-Nazareth, he had dreamed of the exact same content that night too.
At that time, he thought it was merely an ordinary dream, but looking at it now, that was not the case. That dreamscape should also have been shown to him by the Demi-Human Girl Completion Handbook...
Then, what exactly did that moon symbolize?
That kind of oppression was absolutely not a Transcendent species or even a Mythical species, but some higher-tier existence. Such an existence naturally made Fisher subconsciously think of the giant eye he saw in Pherone City on the Southern Continent, or perhaps the God of Life Ramastia?
Did this moon have any relation to the terrifying gaze he felt on the ship returning to Saint-Nazareth back then?
The riddle of that giant moon was too difficult to guess; Fisher momentarily had no clue. But the imagery after that moon was extremely obvious.
Fisher first saw the sky-filling snowstorm, and then that single black hair carrying a faint fragrance.
He still remembered the Witch Research Society had found a black hair belonging to the legendary "Undying Witch" at the entrance of the Frostwood Sycamore Tree in the Sema Mountains, and used this black hair to create the artificial witch Karolina. At that time, Fisher had suspected that black hair belonged to Renee. But the problem lay in that, if that black hair belonged to Renee, what would she go there for?
She had never told him she had been to the Northern Border. Rather, every time she went out she said she was going to look for her home, which meant activities within Kadu borders... But now Fisher felt it wasn't that simple, especially after being unable to contact Renee recently.
That throne made of True Ice was absolutely related to the Phoenix, and highly likely precisely upon the Frostwood Sycamore Tree. The existence on that throne seemingly said something about "the last Phoenix"... Meaning to say, there are still Phoenix-kin existing in this world now?
Intuition told Fisher that Renee's disappearance had innumerable ties to this matter, otherwise the Demi-Human Girl Completion Handbook wouldn't have given him such a prompt...
Fisher silently cast a glance at the white shirt he had taken off and thrown beside the bed. Within that shirt, the Demi-Human Girl Completion Handbook quietly watched him, clearly not about to open its mouth to answer any of his questions.
It seemed he must make a trip to the Frostwood Sycamore Tree; even if just for Renee, he had to go.
He gently reached in and took out the photo Renee left for him. Unsurprisingly, the figure of her signature lark, Harte, still hadn't appeared on that photo. Fisher quietly looked at that photo, and then flipped it over. On the back, there was still a line of handwriting left by Renee.
"When you miss me, remember to tell me through Harte~ Although I know you won't do that."
There was no period at the end of that line of text. The punctuation mark originally used as a period was replaced with a heart shape by the sly Renee...
Renee disliked partings and endings; she wouldn't even use a period. Fisher knew this deeply.
"Mm..."
Right at this moment, Fisher suddenly felt the Alajina embracing him tremble slightly, seemingly about to awaken.
Fisher then inverted the photo in his hand against his palm in an instant, and quite naturally stuffed it back into the pocket of his white shirt, hiding it deeper than the Demi-Human Girl Completion Handbook.
"Alajina?"
The Alajina beside him had just woken up, so she still appeared a bit groggy at this time. But upon seeing the Fisher before her, she blankly looked down at their current state for a second or two, only then did a visible satisfaction well up in her azure eyes.
The corners of her mouth were also lifted by this touch of satisfaction, outlining a beautiful smile.
"No... I'm just, very happy Fisher gave himself to me."
"..."
Ah, sometimes he truly would forget that Alajina was actually a lady from the Sardin Matriarchy. Seemingly originating from the influence of the Giant Troll-kin bloodline, they possessed concepts entirely opposite to those of other nations.
But Fisher had carefully checked just now; other than her body being a bit cooler and stronger, she had no difference from other human ladies. Fisher hadn't seen a real Giant Troll-kin, nor did he know exactly what they looked like, but they probably weren't similar to humans, right?
So, the embodiment of the Giant Troll-kin bloodline in the Sardin Matriarchy people was actually only female superiority?
Alajina's heart beat very fast. She gently reached out and hugged Fisher in her embrace, then closed her eyes and buried her head against his neck, stating softly,
"Although I know, even having done these things doesn't prove anything... but, I promise, Fisher, I will continue to work hard to make you happy."
Fisher didn't know whether to laugh or cry upon hearing this. Alajina was indeed a very lovely lady.
At this moment, her beautiful white hair had shed the usual restraint of a ponytail, spreading over the bedsheets like frost congealed over a lake in winter. Coupled with her azure eyes looking so earnestly at him, it rendered an adorability unknown to outsiders upon her normally expressionless, solemn appearance.
Fisher couldn't resist lowering his head and kissing her lips, and Alajina also unabashedly responded to Fisher, seemingly even happier than Fisher...
"Wait, wait, Fisher, doing it again will take until night. Let's go eat with the crew first?"
"Pakhz and the others have already gone to eat first, it's only us left."
"...They left first?"
"Mm, they probably heard a bit of noise earlier, right?"
"Eh? Wait, Fisher, let's switch positions... I'll... be on top."
"Alright."