The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 276: Parting with the Queen (Two-in-One)

Due to the matter of Fisher's whereabouts being leaked to Naris by Erwinde, Fisher now didn't dare to wander randomly on the island either, especially when Alajina was still beside him.

Elizabeth's minions would certainly catch up to him, and it was best to detach the Iceberg Queen and Alajina from her pursuit. After all, Isabel was still on her ship.

Fisher planned to act somewhat more high-profile after Alajina left, leaving clues about his departure to the Northern Border for Elizabeth, letting her follow him to get involved in the muddy waters of the Northern Border, so that Alajina could also be safer.

Back to the situation in the hotel, the other crew members all very wisely didn't stay in the hotel delaying their captain's wonderful affair. Therefore, temporarily only Alajina and Fisher remained in the hotel. Even Ocie had returned to the ship to keep an eye on the matter of replenishing supplies. This seemingly was also discussed and agreed upon between Alajina and her, letting her participate more in matters on the ship while also giving her the opportunity to communicate more with the crew members.

And staying in the hotel, although it sounded somewhat boring for Fisher and Alajina, in actuality their life was quite fulfilling... at least for Fisher it was so.

He had genuinely waited too long previously, so now having an opportunity, he appeared tireless.

And for Alajina, at first, sensing Fisher's closeness was still extremely joyous. After all, as a lady of the Sardin Matriarchy, there wasn't one who didn't hope her husband liked her, even more so a foreign man like Fisher with an excellent appearance and an ethereal temperament... But very quickly, Alajina began to realize something was wrong.

Sometimes she truly would suspect whether Fisher was a normal human or not. Being a gentleman of Naris, he was actually much more terrifying than herself, a lady from the Sardin Matriarchy.

During the day or the dark night, it was always so. Fisher's scorchingly hot gaze constantly landed on her body, making her not dare to look directly, deeply afraid he would interpret a certain glance or movement as a strange signal of permission.

Even being this cautious, the time they spent in contact was still extremely long. Alajina always felt the time spent beside Fisher during this period seemed to be frozen by frost, its speed unknown. She felt as if the days merely passed in a daze in the twinkling of an eye.However, even though it was clearly like this, Alajina, as a person of the Sardin Matriarchy, still upheld the stubborn principle of "a woman cannot say she cannot." Therefore, even if she already showed signs of being unable to endure, she still remained silent without saying a word.

On the morning of the third day, within the misty hotel room, the sky of Patlusion Island outside just had the first light of dawn. Passing through the window screen, it injected endless vitality into this newly awakened world, and simultaneously illuminated the two people leaning against each other on the bed out of habit.

Fisher had long since woken up, but he didn't wake the Alajina beside him. Having experienced a rare release these past few days, Fisher felt his personal condition was unprecedentedly good. The kind of feeling where even walking generated wind and his body felt lighter than a feather, it couldn't be said this was unrelated to the reproduction ability bestowed upon him by the Demi-Human Girl Completion Handbook.

Speaking of this, when with Alajina these past few days, Fisher had specifically paid attention to the matter of contraception. He genuinely couldn't guarantee whether what the Demi-Human Girl Completion Handbook enhanced for him was the breeding rank or the reproduction ability. If it was the kind of enhancement that only raised the upper limit of breeding species without touching the lower limit, that wouldn't be fun.

Smelling the fresh sea salt fragrance beside him, Fisher temporarily shifted his gaze away from his pondering. He looked at the Alajina lying on her side beside him, sunk in deep slumber. Her eyelashes were slender and thick, completely different from women of other countries.

Just like her usual expressionlessness, even when asleep she wouldn't have extra expressions. Only that arm still placed on him subconsciously forming an embracing posture proved her connection with him at this moment.

Her eyebrows were like ice and snow, yet at this moment fell slightly fatigued due to last night. Fisher gently pulled her into his embrace, letting her lean more comfortably. Unexpectedly, even such a gentle movement awakened her.

Her white eyelashes fluttered a few times like butterfly wings, then upon opening again they already revealed that pair of azure blue eyes. She blankly looked at the Fisher before her eyes. Upon realizing she was staying in Fisher's embrace, she climbed up from his embrace again, turning around to pull Fisher into her embrace. Only then did she say,

"Fisher, good morning..."

Fisher didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he watched her weird movements as if proving her identity as a "woman of the Sardin Matriarchy", but he didn't reject her behavior, merely replying a sentence of "good morning" as well.

Following this simple sentence of conversation, the room suddenly quieted down again. Actually, regarding the upcoming topic both parties were well aware. From when Fisher told Alajina he was going to leave previously, she had anticipated such a time would arrive.

Two days' time, long it was not, short of course it wasn't short either. Alajina was extremely infatuated with such days, yet also knew now was not the time.

She was just... somewhat reluctant to part, therefore at this time she didn't proactively open her mouth to speak it out.

Silence filled the distance between them. After several seconds, it was still Fisher who spoke first.

Only at this moment did he have to admire Renee's wisdom. Goodbyes and separations had never been words easily spoken aloud, even more so for a person with feelings. So this was perhaps the reason why Renee liked to leave without saying goodbye every time?

"The weather is good today, get up and have breakfast."

Fisher smiled, the turn of the conversation enlivening the atmosphere in the room that hadn't completely awakened yet, taking along his body to also sit up from the bed. The quilt previously covering his body slowly slid down along his back, revealing his robust muscles.

Alajina continued to stay on the bed, until Fisher slipped the articles of clothing onto his body one by one, then turned his head to look at her,

"What, still want to stay in bed?"

Alajina's face was hidden within the white long hair spread out on the bedsheet. After hearing Fisher's words she shook her head, opening her mouth saying,

"No... just, want to look at you more. This way when missing you later there will be a reference... Mm~"

Those simple words devoid of any fluctuation easily stoked up the flames in Fisher that had just rested shortly. He uncontrollably lowered his head and kissed Alajina's lips, but only the lips.

Fisher's movement violently paused when he was about to be unable to restrain himself and assault again. He seemingly thought of having already demanded too much prior to this. Thus he merely gently bit her lip petals, but never went a step further,

"You are truly too cute, Alajina... Get up quickly, I'll go downstairs and wait for you to eat breakfast."

Fisher didn't dare to look much at Alajina's reaction on the bed. He quickly released her cool and soft lips. Then he turned his head, grabbed a newly added suit jacket Alajina had just bought for him yesterday, and walked out of the hotel room, going downstairs. He left only the Alajina on the bed blankly blinking her eyes, uncomprehending the meaning within Fisher's words.

Fisher's Northern Border Language was learned on the spot on the ship. Even Alajina hadn't anticipated Fisher being able to initially master daily Northern Border language within a month. He also had exceptional talent in languages. But even so, occasionally he still committed some minor mistakes...

She couldn't differentiate whether the other party used the wrong words or genuinely wanted to use such words to praise herself. Such words might not be very suitable towards other women of the Matriarchy, but unknown why, as long as she heard Fisher say so, she didn't feel any disharmony at all.

She slowly sat up from the bed. Her white long hair fell upon her shoulders, like supple silk reflecting the just-right sunlight outside the window. And the azure blue eyes of hers reflected the outside of the Patlusion Island port, an iron-blooded naval ship named the "Iceberg Queen" approaching this side.

"Mr. Fisher, over here."

When Fisher just went downstairs, he saw Pakhz and Old Jack staying in the restaurant. They were exactly also enjoying the free breakfast provided by the tavern. On Old Jack's shoulder there was also a book, Eimhart, whose eyes and mouth alone could visibly show a "face" full of resentment.

These past two days Fisher was busy spending two-person world with Alajina and completely ignored him. Probably he was sulking. Now seeing Fisher come down he surprisingly didn't say a single word, even too lazy to curse.

Ashamed to say, yesterday and the day before yesterday, due to proceeding until too late at night with Alajina, he couldn't get up in the morning no matter what. Fisher was actually fine, but Alajina wouldn't thoroughly awaken until noon no matter what. This was also exactly the main reason why Fisher slammed on the brakes just now.

He was genuinely worried, if they truly continued just now, he was afraid they wouldn't both be able to leave today.

"Fisher, someone delivered a letter in the morning... it's for Captain Alajina."

The Old Jack beside Pakhz pushed a letter placed on the table to before Fisher. He cast a glance, only seeing two lines of handwritten Northern Border text. He completely didn't know them. Fortunately Pakhz simultaneously opened her mouth to explain for him,

"It was delivered by someone sent by that fellow Heliana. She and that group of Phoenix Knights left Patlusion Island yesterday. Inside are some words written to Alajina. That fellow didn't say anything when fighting with Alajina, now taking to the pen surprisingly composes such a large heap... This group of people from the Hammond Family, truly."

It could be seen, Heliana's feelings towards Alajina were somewhat complicated, but at least couldn't be considered too bad, because of her father.

Fisher didn't read it, merely silently memorizing the Northern Border text written on the envelope. After this he was going to enter the Sardin Matriarchy alone; language and script were necessary. Secondly, he was also going to officially start practicing the Demon Combat Method Eligos gave him.

In actuality, the combat method Eligos gave him altogether had content in three stages. The first stage taught him how to integrate his extraordinary constitution and alter his rhythm of living; there wasn't much instruction regarding combat moves. The second stage then began to involve combat theory and combat moves content.

Now Fisher's constitution had already entered the eighth rank. Later when he found demi-human races of other Snow Mountain Familiars, there would presumably still be an upward climb. So starting to practice now was just right. This was also a necessary preparation for dealing with Erwinde. Other than this, there was also magic. Before arriving at the Northern Border he still had to prepare more magics.

"Captain, come quickly to eat!"

Just as Fisher was pondering, Pakhz opened her mouth anew, greeting towards the direction of the restaurant doorway. Fisher turned his head to look, Alajina had stopped wearing the pure white evening dress from before, instead changing back into the black captain attire she frequently wore as the Iceberg Queen.

She nodded, walked to Fisher's side, and sat down. Fisher also handed the letter from Heliana in his hand to her.

"This is the letter Heliana wrote to you."

Alajina expressionlessly cast a glance at the letter she reached out and took over, without the slightest hesitation about to tear that letter up. But when her fingers forcefully squeezed out several creases on that letter paper, she suddenly relaxed again, opened the envelope, and read the contents within.

Fisher then began to enjoy the morning's breakfast, incidentally beckoning to Eimhart on Old Jack's shoulder. And he reluctantly floated onto Fisher's shoulder, still not speaking, merely looking at that bad man who abandoned him with dead fish eyes.

Not much later, Alajina also finished reading the letter Heliana wrote her. This time there was no hesitation, directly reaching out and tearing that letter paper into shattered pieces, making Pakhz sitting opposite her laugh,

"That fellow couldn't write out any good words."

"Mm."

"Oh right, Mr. Fisher, we are going to leave Patlusion Island today. Shall I have Ocie call Miss Isabel down or..."

When speaking the name "Isabel", Pakhz's voice went a little softer. This was the name of a Naris Princess. Also a large bounty order issued by the Golden Palace. For outsiders, it was equivalent to a mountain of gold...

Fisher shook his head, taking a sip of coffee saying,

"When you guys leave, I'll go to the port to see you off. Exactly can also see her and Karma and the others."

"Heh, with you not here those three stinky brats are probably going to turn the sky upside down. I'm suspecting now whether bringing them out of Naris is a good thing or not."

Pakhz noticed Old Jack's stinky complexion, clearly having been angered quite not lightly by those three Rat-Man race young girls who finally got out of the basement. She rubbed her chin, touched Old Jack's sturdy shoulder, and opened her mouth laughing,

"Aren't I still here, Mr. Jack. I am famously stringent in the army, teaching a few children is not a problem."

"I hope so..."

The time used for breakfast wasn't long. In the entire hotel, only Pakhz, Old Jack, and them were still staying here waiting for Alajina and Fisher. The other crew members had currently gone to the port to prepare for the matters of leaving. They still had to communicate with the local gangs. These all had rules, Fisher didn't know the specifics.

Anyway, when Fisher went over they had more or less handled everything. The cargo doors of the Iceberg Queen slowly closed as it approached sideways. Then, after an order from Pakhz, several extremely thick iron chains were thrown down from above. Riding those iron chains, the people below could directly reach the position of the deck, exactly like the first time Fisher encountered Alajina.

The naval ships of the Northern Border had always been massive. Only standing in the direction of the ship's side at this time would you be conquered by that steel behemoth akin to a high mountain. One single Schwari giant cannon was wiped immaculately clean, a gigantic ice-breaking spear exuded a chill at the front, without exception displaying the power of this legendary pirate ship.

The local gangs on Patlusion Island and other guests who just landed on the island all hid far away, not daring to approach this side. But Fisher felt the ship before his eyes was kind, missing a few degrees of eerie coldness.

The reason was simple, solely the Iceberg Queen beside him.

Pakhz and Old Jack had already gripped the iron chains for boarding the ship. Fisher watched helplessly as the two of them rapidly ascended back onto the deck, while the Alajina beside him didn't leave, merely standing quietly at his side.

Fisher turned his head to look at Alajina who was even a bit taller than himself beside him, only to discover she wasn't looking at the naval ship before her eyes, but had constantly been looking at him.

The sea breeze transmitted along with the sunlight, blowing her white hair tied in a ponytail up a bit, revealing the pink earlobes whose flavor Fisher had tasted.

"What's wrong?"

"Fisher... I am pondering now, if I were to establish a goal, what would it be..."

Alajina extended her palm, letting go of the letter paper fragments she squeezed into pieces previously and hadn't had time to throw away. The scattered paper pieces shattered into speckles dispersed, tumbling into the sea,

"I know whether it's Fisher or I, we are both constantly running around non-stop because of seemingly existent or non-existent goals. Up until now, after spending these few days with Fisher I suddenly knew why Heliana would say I have no goal. Perhaps... my heart has always been waiting for the day my footsteps can stop."

"Waiting until everything is over, waiting until that day when whatever stories of the future become dull and stereotypical. That might be the time I truly crave... I might return to the Matriarchy, find an unwealthy village or city, get along with people I've known before and might know after. The most important is, I will form a family with a person I deeply love, I will support the family, take care of him, make him happy, and he will be responsible for raising and teaching the offspring..."

Alajina's expression was plain, but Fisher's figure had always been in her azure eyes.

"Such days, I don't know whether you like them or not, but I am genuinely very much looking forward... looking forward to living such a life with you. I mean, Fisher, if there truly is this day, waiting until all our stories are over, are you willing to live such a life with me?"

She didn't hold Fisher's hand, but the Ice Prince tattoo on her back heated up bit by bit, transforming into a ring flashing with speckles of water light in her palm.

"If there is that day, are you willing to come back and marry me?"

Fisher watched the frost ring radiating cold air gripped in her hand. For a moment, his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat touched. He watched the Alajina before his eyes somewhat dumbfoundedly yet amusedly, saying,

"Sounds somewhat like the traditional stories occurring in the Naris theater... The general about to separate from his wife agrees with his wife to return and marry, resulting in a tragic story of dying immediately on the battlefield."

Despite saying so, he still gently reached out and took over the ice ring in Alajina's hand. Upon seeing Fisher grip that ring and put it onto his finger, visible ripples were produced in Alajina's blue eyes, even her lips uncontrollably pursed up,

"I do not hope our story will have a tragedy as an ending, therefore, we both must take care of ourselves respectively, alright?"

Alajina didn't respond to him, merely suddenly stepping forward, pinching Fisher's chin, and hugging him within his quite astonished gaze, fiercely kissing the corner of his mouth.

Fisher sensed her excitement, and was forced to hug her waist and back with both hands, gradually deepening this kiss.

It was as if she wanted to engrave her scent upon Fisher's lips. Until a very, very long time had passed before Alajina released Fisher.

"I will, Fisher."

Right as the Alajina before his eyes took a step back to respond to him, he seemingly felt something and looked up towards the deck of the Iceberg Queen. At this time above the deck popped out three little heads. If not those three cute Rat-girls who else could it be?

"We will miss you!"

Fisher waved his hand towards them. In the sky a colorful parrot spiraled past. Its wings shook slightly to adjust its posture and slowly land, ultimately landing on a shoulder covered by a black cloak. Exactly Ocie was looking at himself at the edge of the other direction of the deck. She waved her wing at himself, then took off the cloak covering her face. It seemed she wanted to say some things, but the distance was too far and Fisher couldn't hear clearly.

Beside her there was also a blonde young girl who had already cut her hair considerably shorter. She possessed a face extremely similar to her older sister, but within the pale golden eyes there was no hollowness, only having that broad ocean and bright sunlight. She pursed her lips, similarly waving her hand at Fisher to bid farewell.

"Oh right, Alajina, this is for you and Isabel..."

Fisher took out two folded paper airplane messengers from his breast and handed them to the Alajina before his eyes. This was the same as the one given to Old Jack. Alajina also knew the specific usage of this thing without Fisher explaining again. Only on the paper airplane given to Alajina there was an extra line of text written in Naris Language,

"My Queen"

Alajina watched the text on that paper airplane for a long time, then carefully stored her portion into her breast,

"Then we will prepare to set off now. You also... take good care, Fisher."

"Mm-hmm."

She nodded, clasping that black captain's hat she hadn't worn for a long time onto her head. Then taking a step forward she gripped the iron chain hanging down from the Iceberg Queen. She constantly looked at the Fisher before her eyes, but the force transmitted upon the chain had already pulled her up, flying towards the deck location of the Iceberg Queen.

"Woo!!"

A gigantic steam whistle sound violently exploded over the port. The horn acting as farewell sounded, slicing an invisible dividing line in the shapeless space between Fisher and the Iceberg Queen.

Fisher took a step back, watching that massive ship sail towards the direction outside the port. The Alajina upon it constantly didn't return to the captain's cabin, merely watching the Fisher below who became smaller and smaller, exactly as he was doing.

Only until that originally huge Northern Border naval ship couldn't be seen again did Fisher slowly withdraw his gaze. He lowered his head and looked towards the position of his palm. He only saw that the ice ring Alajina had just given him had also already completely melted, turning into a cold stream of water.

Eimhart standing on his shoulder lowered his head together with him to look at the water droplet in his hands. Then opening his mouth for the first time breaking the silence between them,

"What do we do next, go to the Frostwood Sycamore Tree in the Northern Border. What plans do you have?"

Fisher pondered for a moment, saying,

"That girl from the Turan Family... the one called Valentina. She and we have a mutual goal, finding her to cooperate is relatively proper. Although we didn't keep her information previously, a beautiful young girl from the Turan Family searching for the Six Races Seals, there is no more obvious marker than this."

Eimhart heard the words Fisher said. The gaze that just expressed earnest listening instantly turned into the same style dead fish eyes as Fisher. Then he tilted his head, softly muttering a curse that couldn't be heard clearly. What was said was,

"Scumbag!"