The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 295: False Pregnancy Theory (Two-in-One)

"Fisher! Run away quickly! Dagon has arrived! He must be angry because of your ignorance of etiquette! Run quickly... Eh? You're fine?"

When Emhart floated back up from his frightened playing-dead state, he only saw Fisher, in front of the lit fire, staring at the paper in his hands pondering something. He quickly realized that Dagon might have truly responded to Fisher's words. This also meant He truly owed Fisher a favor.

"My mother... Fisher, you're truly not simple at all. You could actually make Dagon owe you a favor? Could it be Ramastia also owes you a favor? This is truly too unbelievable. If you had said earlier you possessed this layer of connections, how could I have still stopped you from hooking up with new women?"

Emhart had not a shred of backbone, clicking his tongue in wonder at the paper held in Fisher's hands. Even his tone had become much more respectful, making Fisher chuckle dumbly.

"Actually, I have absolutely no relationship with Him. I don't even know why I am being paid attention to by Him. This might be a good thing, or it might be a bad thing, just like you said."

"Really? Cough, cough, alright. Actually, regardless of whether you possess this layer of connections or not, I would still morally condemn this sort of behavior of yours."

Fisher didn't continue paying attention to him. After pondering for a moment, he threw the paper pinched in his hands into the fire. Watching that paper disappear into the fire little by little, he felt even more that Dagon needed him to help Him do a certain thing... including that Ramastia from the ocean, It should also be like this.

And the reason why Dagon believed it was not yet time could only be because his current self still lacked the qualifications to touch upon what He wanted him to accomplish.

It made sense. Since it was a matter where even a Deity needed his help, evidently it couldn't possibly be at the level of the Transcendent Rank he was currently in. Yet Mythical Rank was truly far too distant from Fisher. The only being currently possessing the strength of a Mythical Species he had ever seen with his own eyes should just be Jasmine's mother, Xuan Can. Naturally, he also couldn't confirm exactly how powerful Mythical Rank was.

Before obtaining more information, any line of thought would be a dead end. He might as well not make reckless subjective conjectures.Having reached a conclusion, Fisher shook his head and stood up. From the corner of his eye, however, he inadvertently caught sight of the room where Ilos was resting. In that instant, he seemingly saw an unbelievable thing, causing even his expression to turn bizarre.

"What is it? Why did your expression suddenly turn so weird? What did you see... Holy crap!"

Emhart's expression, which was rather questioning just a moment ago, also turned into one of dumbstruck amazement after looking in the same direction as Fisher. He couldn't even hold back from cursing out loud, showcasing the bewilderment in his heart.

Because at this very moment, within the small wooden cabin before them, the body of Ilos lying inside resting had unexpectedly and weirdly produced visible changes.

He saw that her slender lower abdomen, originally wrapped within the nun's habit, had actually slightly bulged out, forming an extremely obvious undulation. Further up, that softness in front of her chest had also expanded a size. As for Sister Ilos herself, her small face was slightly flushed as her brows furrowed, as if she was dreaming of some bad event during her slumber.

"Holy crap... Fi-Fi-Fi... Fisher, there's really one! You really have a child!"

Face covered in black lines, Fisher opened his mouth. For a time, he was far too shocked to the point of being rendered speechless. The reason for this was nothing else: the scenario appearing before his eyes at this moment was far too outrageous, directly exceeding the limits of what his 28 years of life's common sense and experience could comprehend.

So... Ilos hadn't been lying to him again?

So... touching her ears truly resulted in having a baby?!

No, no, but at the very least it had to conform to the principles of science or magic, right? Producing a cub out of thin air like this was completely impossible!

Staying by the doorway, Fisher appeared somewhat at a loss for what to do. Yet his heart was clear that Ilos absolutely couldn't possibly become pregnant simply due to his simple action of touching her ears earlier. Beside him, Emhart instead appeared somewhat sighing with sorrow and gloating over his misfortune,

"Hehe, there's a day for you as well, you guy Fisher! I always said you hooking up with these women every day wouldn't have a good ending. Now this is great; your boat capsized, hasn't it? Did you know? Right now I especially want to know what kind of reactions the other women who have a relationship with you would have upon learning you secretly have a child..."

"Shut up."

"Please, I'm serious here. I think this is actually a good thing. There has to be someone to teach you, this scumbag, what responsibility and consequence mean. I think this suddenly-appearing child is a pretty good subject... Eh, eh, eh! I'm going to die! Don't pinch my face!"

Fisher expressionlessly pinched Emhart. Afterwards, he continuously shook his body over the fire, making him frantically shout in panic. While shaking him, Fisher stared at Emhart before him and asked with a cold laugh,

"Do you think simply relying on pinching someone else's ears can make them pregnant? If this was the case, wouldn't all Moon Rabbit-kin be pregnant women? What kind of joke are you making?"

"Is there a possibility the constitutions between different demi-humans are different... Dying, dying, dying! Alright, alright, let go, let go, I won't joke anymore!"

Wearing a foul expression, Fisher released the begging-to-be-beaten Emhart, letting him spin dizzily in mid-air for quite a few laps before stopping. It's a pity he had no hands and couldn't cover his own groggy head. He could only incompetently curse Fisher, this heartless tyrant, in his heart.

"But my records here do not contain why the Moon Rabbit-kin would experience this sort of situation. There are, however, records from your Naris biologists regarding the 'false pregnancy' phenomenon of wild rabbits. Could there possibly be similarities or associations with the Moon Rabbit-kin experiencing this sort of situation?"

"False pregnancy?"

"Uh-huh. Recorded by your Naris scholars, saying it is a strange illness where a female rabbit exhibits symptoms of pregnancy and approaching labor, yet no little rabbits are produced. But I will remind you of a sentence: many demi-human races do not completely share the habits of animals possessing similar external appearances. You can use it as a reference but don't completely believe it."

"Then what about the cause? Because I touched her ears?"

"I feel it shouldn't be. It's definitely because of some other reason. Aren't you a scholar researching demi-human races? This will have to rely on you exploring it yourself."

"..."

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The firelight on the fire had already extinguished. But it had ultimately warmed this tiny Healing Rot Church for an entire night. Only when morning was closely approaching did it hand over such a heavy responsibility to the sun in the sky.

The first morning bell toll transmitted from the top of the church, awakening all living things in this stretch of heaven and earth. Due to this, the pair of long ears atop the head of the blonde young girl lying on the bed slightly trembled. The abrupt trembling of the ears transmitted downwards; concurrently, her expression also awakened.

"My ears hurt so much..."

She groggily murmured a sentence. Then, passing another several seconds, she blankly covered her ears and sat up. Her memory right now was somewhat blurry. She only faintly remembered something very important seemingly happened last night...

Yesterday... what exactly happened yesterday?

Ilos thought like this. Just as she was rubbing the slightly red bases of her ears, she suddenly lowered her head and saw the perfectly intact nun's habit on her body and her slightly expanded lower abdomen.

"Eh?"

Her expression violently froze. The memories of last night also rushed into her head along with this highly shocking scene. That's right, she suddenly remembered. Last night she was tidying things in the bell tower, then saw the monster behind Mister Fisher. Then, when she accidentally fell off the bell tower, she was brought back by Mister Fisher who grabbed her ears and pressed against her lower abdomen...

That also meant... yesterday Mister Fisher touched her ears, causing her to have a baby?!

Thinking of this point, the light in Ilos's lively eyes suddenly faded. Her slightly parted small mouth was fully filled with blank disbelief. She didn't know what to do; after being dazed for quite a few seconds, her eyes and nose abruptly stung, her tears uncontrollably streaming down.

"Wuuwuwuu... I... I am no longer pure... Sister Charut, what should I do...?"

Pitiably, Ilos kept her mouth open, tilting her head back, her tears unceasingly falling from the corners of her eyes. In an instant, she had cried herself into a tearful mess. The pair of ears atop her head also powerlessly slumped. She weakly reached out a hand to cover her lower abdomen, as if confirming whether this was exactly real or not.

But the more she stroked it, the more she became certain that at this very moment, a tiny life closely linked to herself had indeed appeared within her belly. Moreover, he also simultaneously belonged to that Naris man who suddenly appeared.

Just then, a bit of meat soup aroma suddenly transmitted to the tip of Ilos's nose. As she cried and cried, the tip of her nose uncontrollably twitched, interrupting her spellcasting of continuing to cry. Opening her eyes, she looked toward the direction of the doorway.

The next moment, a Naris man with a book standing on his shoulder expressionlessly appeared at the doorway carrying a pot of cooked meat soup. If it wasn't Fisher, who else was it? But when he saw that young girl within the room crying while clutching her lower abdomen, an unprecedented hint of evasion actually appeared in his gaze.

"Mister Fisher?"

"Uh-huh. Do you want breakfast?"

The tears on Ilos's face hadn't even dried yet. She first blankly nodded to express her consent, as she was truly hungry. But a second later, she started frantically shaking her head again. While shaking her head, she also pulled up the bedding beneath her to cover her body,

"I want to eat... No, no, no! Mister Fisher, wuuwuu... I already told you not to touch my ears. This way... this way I will have a baby... What should I do now? With a baby, I won't have a way to serve the Mother Goddess anymore, nor will I be able to take over the church on behalf of Sister Charut. Wuuwuwuu~"

She tilted her head back and just cried. Fisher could even see that slightly quivering, pink and tender small tongue through her open mouth. He touched the back of his head with a bit of a headache. The moment he wanted to step forward, he saw Ilos on the bed vigilantly retreat a distance backward, deeply afraid Fisher was about to do some bad deeds to her next.

Fisher had no choice but to stay at the doorway. He extended a straight index finger towards the Ilos inside the room and began speaking,

"First of all, you are not pregnant. It is impossible to become pregnant merely by touching ears."

Ilos stared blankly at the dead serious Fisher before her. Following this, she lowered her head to cast a glance at that obvious swelling at her lower abdomen, only then asking,

"Then... then what is here for me?"

"...I don't know. It might be a physiological phenomenon of the Moon Rabbit-kin. But I can guarantee: merely touching ears is absolutely impossible to produce offspring."

"Then exactly how can offspring be produced?"

Fisher looked at the innocent and flawless Mother Goddess servant before him. For a moment, he actually couldn't think of exactly how he should explain this sort of thing to the naive Sister Ilos. This made him suddenly think back to when he was young, asking Sister Teresa about these sorts of things only adults knew.

Only until now could Fisher fully empathize with the headache and irritable expression that appeared on her face back then. After all, who would have thought he would nowadays also fall into such a miserable situation where he needed to explain adult knowledge to someone else?

"You only need to know that touching ears is absolutely impossible for producing offspring, and that's enough."

"But... the Mother Goddess also had humans by eating an apple. As her children, could we also possibly have this similar constitution?"

Fisher wore a foul expression, replying rather impatiently,

"You are a demi-human race. According to the comprehension of the Scripture of Creation, you are not the Mother Goddess's child... at least not biological."

Upon hearing this, the accumulated tears in Ilos's eyes grew larger and larger. Like a flood about to breach a dam, they were about to pour down. Along with those tears, her expression also became increasingly aggrieved. It appeared this sentence dealt massive damage to her.

"Really, Mister Fisher?"

Her question was both sincere and crestfallen. The light in her eyes flickered between bright and dark. Just seeing this would make people want to cherish her, unable to bear breaking her heart anew.

And how should the non-believer Fisher explain?

Tell her it was actually fake, because the entire Mother Goddess belief was a lie?

Then one could only evaluate that Fisher indeed knew how to comfort people. However, he couldn't say it like this. At least, while looking at Ilos clutching her lower abdomen, he couldn't say it like this.

He breathed a sigh. Then, carrying the soup made from deer meat, he arrived by Ilos's side and explained to her,

"It's fake. Actually, the Mother Goddess equally loves every type of living creature upon the surface. Animals without intelligence are her flesh and blood; whereas humans and demi-humans with intelligence are brothers and sisters. They are all the Mother Goddess's most pampered children, and will also be remembered by the Mother Goddess due to their respectively unique traits that are entirely different from the Mother Goddess's."

"Therefore, it's a very normal thing for us to have different properties and traits from the Mother Goddess. You are indeed not pregnant. The symptoms you're displaying now are an illusion... Until you return to normal, and until I find the truth of your false pregnancy, I will not leave."

"Now, can you drink the soup and eat breakfast? It'll get cold very soon."

Emhart on Fisher's shoulder was already accustomed to Fisher's high-end operations. Anyway, ever since he had been following beside this guy during this period of time, he had practically been going on a killing spree. Towards this sort of gullible and pure demi-human race, he particularly possessed a special attack effect.

Ilos looked at the soup cooked in Fisher's pot. Unyieldingly, her body gulped down a mouthful of saliva. She somewhat didn't dare gaze at the Fisher beside her. She had no choice but to stubbornly think that if she didn't drink it, it would be wasted anyway. Rather than this, she might as well cherish consuming it even more.

Remaining silent for a second, she reached out her hand and received that bowl of soup from Fisher's hands. According to her past habits, she definitely wouldn't drink from culinary tools handled by Fisher, as there would be a baby. But since Fisher was already the father of the child now, then even using the same culinary tools as him wouldn't be an issue, right?

She took a sip of the deer soup Fisher made under Emhart's guidance. Her eyes then lit up slightly. She subconsciously smiled to Fisher and praised,

"It's so tasty..."

But closely following that, she suddenly thought of something again. That bright and sunny smile from just a moment ago rapidly restrained itself, turning back into a pouting state. This was because just a moment ago, she actually suddenly considered whether she should make Mister Fisher stay behind to raise the child together. But if this was the case, wouldn't that be violating the Mother Goddess's teachings?

No working, no working, no working. How could she be like this?

But she already had a child now... she couldn't just let him die...

Hm, wait. Didn't Mister Fisher just say she possibly wasn't truly pregnant?

Yes, actually, Ilos basically didn't take in heavily many of the sentences Fisher spoke just now. Her currently somewhat overloaded brain didn't permit her to acquire all the conversation information. She could only extract useful content as concisely as possible so as to not miss everything entirely.

Looking at the Ilos before him continuously staring blankly yet not stopping her meal, Fisher propped up his chin with one hand, his other hand tapping his thigh. Suddenly, he addressed her,

"Have you finished eating, Sister Ilos?"

"Eh? I finished e-eating... right?"

She lowered her head to cast a glance at the completely empty pot, swallowing another mouthful of saliva. It was unknown if she had exactly eaten her fill, but Fisher lacked the idea of making her another pot. He merely swept a glance over her palm subconsciously placed upon her lower abdomen, speaking,

"If it isn't enough, I can go outside and get you bread; I saw there was still some in the cabinet outside... However, Ilos, it isn't simple to know the mechanics of your false pregnancy. Therefore, afterwards I need to comprehend a bit of detail regarding the Moon Rabbit-kin from your body to broadly reach a conclusion. Is that acceptable?"

Listening and listening, Emhart's expression turned amiss. He shot a glance at Fisher. The more he listened, the more he felt this progression was way too similar to his usual progression of researching demi-human races?

You brat. You actually wanted to research the Moon Rabbit-kin through the pretext of searching for the mechanics of the Moon Rabbit-kin's false pregnancy, didn't you? In any case, you were also able to confirm she was truly false-pregnant rather than genuinely...

"But-but could this work out? If... if in the end we get nothing, what should we do? With a little rabbit, I-I'd have no way to serve the Mother Goddess..."

Just then, the Emhart on Fisher's shoulder took the initiative to open his mouth and explain to Ilos,

"Relax. This guy is a demi-human race scholar ranked among the best in the West Continent... the sort that is so in every sense. Throughout our journey, we have also encountered many demi-human races possessing different traits. He is fairly experienced when handling this type of problem; you can try trusting him for a bit. Moreover, even if you still get no conclusion at the end and it's confirmed you are having his child, he will absolutely take up responsibility, right?"

Fisher expressionlessly glanced at the vividly describing Emhart, temporarily ignoring the suggestive hints sandwiched in his words. Fisher withdrew recording pen and paper from his arms, placing his gaze onto the rabbit nun before him. Rarely, he followed up on Emhart's words, extending his hand to make an exceedingly standard Mother Goddess prayer gesture.

"Sister Ilos, could you try handing your trust to me? With the Mother Goddess as my witness, I will not fail it."

Sunlight spilled into the room from the church outside, illuminating Fisher's handsome side profile. For a moment, it made Ilos, this devout child of the Mother Goddess, unable to demarcate if he was exactly a demon from the Scripture of Creation attempting to beguile mankind, or an angel guiding mankind's future direction.