novelraw Chapter 305: Arriving at Nebalen
Chapter 305: Arriving at Nebalen
"Age, ne? From the looks of it, Mister Fisher is very young, ne? Twenty-four, twenty-five?"
Within the kitchen upon the Narwhal, the ship's logistics manager Heidelin, currently boiling medicine for Ilos, chuckled lightly and hugged her chest; inquiring exactly as such towards the Fisher behind her.
Relying upon her identity exactly like an older sister, she entirely did not shy away from revealing her own enthusiasm, causing even the battle-hardened Fisher to find it somewhat difficult to parry.
"I'm twenty-nine."
"Ya, younger than me by that much... For a gentleman, it is still very young... I am already thirty-six years old this year. Already aged, beauty fading, and my body slowly deteriorating."
Holding her own cheeks with cupped hands and slightly knitting her brows, she appeared to be belittling herself to express sentimentality toward the passage of years. Yet in reality, every single moment constantly revealed that seductive desire practically manifesting materially. As long as Fisher picked up her words, stating a sentence like 'In actuality, you are still young,' he could then consecutively continue the topic, proceeding towards the termination both people were clearly aware of within their hearts.
But rarely seen, Fisher however completely didn't connect with any words. He merely cast a glance at the bubbling medicinal soup within the pot and then inquired,
"The medicine should be finished boiling before long. Are there any containers capable of being borrowed here?"
Following listening, Heidelin heaved a sigh somewhat bitterly. Her irises revealed flickers of starry regrets carrying the identical radiance as the hair crown upon her forehead, aimed exactly at Fisher's insensitivity to romance. She snorted lightly, sighing straight out,
"Hmph, I even thought you would ask a few matters far more private and intimate, ne. Actually, even if you asked it wouldn't matter, oh~ No need to worry. I will prepare the container."She twisted her body turning around, seemingly wanting to confirm exactly what the boiling conditions of the medicinal soup were like. Yet entirely as if 'unintentionally', she utilized her buttocks to lightly rub against the Fisher behind her. Furthermore, she even consciously paused for a moment. Waiting until she generated the sensation of contact did she finally fairly apologetically turn her head to look at the Fisher behind her, speaking,
"Apologies, ya. Accidentally bumped into you..."
"..."
Yes, at the very beginning, he still felt the other party might harbor some sort of unspeakable complex purpose towards himself. Yet after merely less than ten minutes passing by did he increasingly feel: this older sister named 'Heidelin' was merely purely licentious and horny, nothing more; she wished to devour his own young physical body.
Speaking of which, experiencing the scene before his eyes, Fisher suddenly felt it quite familiar. Formerly, alongside his side also possessed a lady who looked like she wished to devour himself every single day. Her spoken words and performed actions appeared completely identical to this魅惑 enchanting older sister. Yet in actuality, she was exceedingly young, and further completely didn't dare let himself touch her.
Renee, whose surface-level desire to attack was intensely dense, solely dared to hide behind lies and jokes. Yet ever since that single night, the relationship between them appeared rather akin to attempting to conceal only to make it more conspicuous.
Having not met that Witch carrying a wicked smile again for an immensely long time, recalling her at this very moment, Fisher actually deeply missed the other party exceptionally much.
Reaching a hand out, he rubbed the title page within the Demi-Human Completion Handbook in his embrace. Inside lay the photograph Renee left for himself. And thoroughly without surprise, within it still did not appear Renee's trademark Bunting, causing him to be somewhat dazed and blanked out for an instant.
The Heidelin before his eyes subtly swayed her waist. Having not heard the Fisher behind her's response for an extensively long time, she turned her head back to look... merely seeing the other party currently shoving a single hand into his pocket, completely unaware of exactly what he was pondering over. Somewhat regrettably, she raised an eyebrow, yet silently turned her head back to continue boiling soup.
Both entirely weren't young children anymore. The other party read and understood her own meaning yet failed to continue onward; obviously not desiring the fleeting kindness of a single night. Hence, lacking alternative options, Heidelin could only lower her head to boil soup.
And Heidelin not speaking was precisely perfect. Fisher could also perfectly utilize this time to inspect the biological progress attained from researching Ilos previously.
[Moon Rabbit Species Biological Research Progress: 21%]
[Moon Rabbit Species Society Research Progress: 12%]
[You have unlocked the first-stage reward for the Moon Rabbit Species Biological Research]
[Constitution +2, Soul Strength +3, Intermediate Spirit World Vision]
[Intermediate Spirit World Vision: Your eyesight has attained enhancement. The barrier betwixt the Spirit World and reality has been weakened within your eyes. Hence, you can perceive even more concealed matters.]
[Contributor's Annotation: This ability is a double-edged sword; please utilize it appropriately and rationally. (But if you didn't possess this sort of ability, then you entirely wouldn't be able to see the shy and bashful appearances of many Spirit World demi-human races. It genuinely makes one distressed, ne~)]
Right at the very identical moment this string of text surfaced before Fisher's eyes, he suddenly felt both his eyes becoming exceptionally piercingly painful. Gently covering both his own eyes, he waited for that pain to dissipate bit by bit. Reopening his eyes and raising his head, he then abruptly discovered everything surrounding him seemingly possessed a bit of alteration he couldn't speak of clearly nor define plainly.
Within the kitchen lay a window. Following the moonlight pouring in from outside, he faintly spotted a patch of flowing objects entirely resembling a starry sky near that moonlight. And Fisher, who currently possessed Intermediate Spirit World Vision, suddenly discovered... the moonlight seemingly drew the distance between the Spirit World and reality closer, rendering the boundaries connecting the two worlds to become exceptionally blurry.
Therefore, this was also precisely the reason why Moon Rabbit-kin could solely perceive intensely many objects invisible during the daytime within the moonlight?
Pondering exactly as such, he slowly withdrew his line of sight, closing the virtual interface generated by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook. Stretching a bit his own physical body which obtained even more constitution points, perfectly the medicinal soup of Heidelin had also finished boiling. Watching her pour the boiled contents into a bottle, Fisher spoke a sentence of thanks towards her.
"Many thanks, Lady Heidelin."
"It's nothing. If there are any matters subsequently, you can also call for my help again."
Heidelin's expression harbored a bit of hidden resentment. Whilst passing the bottle in her hands to Fisher, she gently bit her own lower lip a bit... completely precisely as if she were biting upon Fisher's muscles.
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Fisher responded with yes. Subsequently, alongside Heidelin, he walked out of the kitchen, mutually walking upstairs together. Whilst walking, he incidentally chatted a few more sentences in passing.
"Although I extremely cherish my current work, placing my body and heart upon work every single day will still unavoidably make me feel lonely, ne. Previously, I heard from Balzac over there that you are an extremely formidable scholar. Then writing articles or whatever must absolutely be intensely formidable... How about it? Are there any secrets or tricks?"
"Me? I'll occasionally utilize a bit of cigarettes, and also occasionally converse with friends. But if it's Lady Heidelin, you could try finding a little bit of matters you yourself take joy in doing; for example, raising a few pets and plants or something."
Ignoring the strongly suggestive gaze of the other party who wasn't willing to give up, Fisher solely rigidly and stiffly answered the questions; whilst concurrently accelerating his footsteps walking upstairs.
"Pets, ah... Right, I also intensely like little animals, ai... How about raising a goat?"
"...As long as you like it."
"Pfft... alright, no more joking. I also have to prepare to go back and rest now. Then Mister Fisher should also rest early. I will take my leave first."
Smiling, Heidelin didn't follow Fisher to continuously return together in the direction of the rooms where their several guests resided. Instead, halting her steps slightly at the staircase intersection, she gave Fisher a final greeting and then directly turned her head, returning downstairs to the room she resided in. Merely leaving Fisher watching her back profile filled with lingering thirst for an enormously long time as she slowly departed... preserving his own chastity for tonight.
"Emhart, Emhart, hurry up and roll up now."
Heaving a sigh, Fisher prepared to return to his room. Lowering his head, he yet unintentionally caught a glimpse of that Emhart feigning death within his embrace. Inwardly furious with nowhere to unleash it, he roughly and violently hauled him out.
"Don't... My heavens ah! I genuinely feel Baimon has already set her sights upon us. She might possibly perfectly be hiding by our sides! Just perfectly now, Heidelin, Phyllis, Herdor, Valentina could all potentially be Baimon! Fi-Fisher, listen to a sentence of my advice: we should still quickly run away ba!"
Speechlessly, Fisher watched Emhart who was currently chaotic and flustered to the extreme. Whilst walking forward, he stated with firm resolution that could sever nails and chop iron,
"Stop thinking about it. Baimon isn't by our sides."
He possessed the Demi-Human Completion Handbook upon his hands. If there genuinely existed a demi-human lurking or disguising herself by his side, she would absolutely forcefully be discovered by the binding page of the Completion Handbook, displaying the target of binding.
Even though the Demon Species already possessed Eliog bound with him, this sort of page would still reveal itself; merely the binding quota would show that it was already full, that's all.
Just exactly now, when Fisher was confirming the Moon Rabbit Species rewards, he thought of this guy Emhart being frightened exactly like this. Thus, he specially opened the Completion Handbook to confirm it for a bit. There were zero Demon Species upon the ship; solely the garbled code race displayed by Valentina still persisted as before, utterly making him fail to grasp the situation completely.
"Real or fake... You know again? Wait, could it possibly be you have already been bewitched by that exceedingly cunning demon? Just perfectly now, that woman who obviously had her emotions stirred giving you hints like that yet you remained completely unmoved... Genuinely doesn't resemble the Fisher I know... Is it highly possible you have already been brainwashed by Baimon?"
"Scram."
Holding the bottle, Fisher entirely ceased paying attention to Emhart this coward, directly returning straight into his room inside.
Originally, he desired to hand the boiled medicine over to Ilos. Yet lightly knocking upon her room door for a bit, she entirely lacked a response; it ought to be that she had already fallen asleep. Fisher could thus solely drop the idea, preparing to give it to her tomorrow.
"Woooo! Woooo! Woooo!"
The early morning of the second day, Fisher was ultimately still awakened by the whistle noises emitted from the Narwhal. Currently, his room was rigorously and tightly covered up by the curtains. The sunlight outside was thoroughly unseeable in the slightest, thereby appearing fairly dim and dark.
This also completely lacked alternative. Originally, Fisher had perfectly fallen directly onto the bed and rested. Yet following the moonlight infiltrating in from beyond the window, he constantly felt that within the room existed countless pairs of eyes hiding entirely within shaded darkness staring constantly at himself. This sort of sensation was intensely terrible to endure; thus he could only pull the curtains shut to block the moonlight outside.
Sitting until now did he finally slightly experience a bit of Ilos's sensation at night. No wonder she was completely frightened into false pregnancy back then upon seeing the Dagon hiding securely behind his back...
Hm?
Speaking of which, back then she saw Dagon behind his back; currently holding Spirit World Vision himself, he ought to also similarly be capable of seeing it. Yet yesterday night he completely didn't see anything at all. Is it highly possible Dagon, having been discovered once, hid himself even deeper?
Failing to obtain an answer, Fisher draped the breastplate relic and outerwear at the head of the bed onto himself. Hugging the medicinal soup he boiled for Ilos last night, he walked out of the room.
At the doorway laid an extra small cart. Placed upon it was quite a bit of clothing utilized for warding off the cold. Not needing to think about it, he also knew it was Heidelin who prepared it for him. Picking up one or two pieces, Fisher casually scrutinized them for a bit. After confirming they were capable of being worn, he then ceased bothering with them anymore.
"Good morning... Mister Fisher."
Right exactly at this very moment, the room door alongside opened. Revealing the Ilos who had just perfectly finished changing into her nun attire with a sleepy-eyed expression upon her face. She gave him a greeting; yet solely received that one bottle of medicinal soup from Fisher as a response,
"This is... what?"
"Medicine capable of replenishing nutrition. Herdor gave it to me. He said the conditions of your body ain't too stellar; lacking essential nutrition."
"Ah... the church is slightly... um, short on money. Usually, I ate entirely extremely little. Thus resulting in..."
"Then subsequently you can eat a bit more. The matter pressing most is to first reduce your tiny belly down."
Ilos received the medicine bottle passed over by Fisher. Following hearing his words, she suddenly thought of something. Her complexion became somewhat rosy and flushed once again; yet the entities mingled inside that flush weren't shyness, but rather a certain sort of indescribable hesitation?
Fisher raised his eyebrows, inquiring towards her,
"What is it?"
"Ai?! Th-that... It's nothing. It's just... although I feel it's also fake, I still wish to ask Mister Fisher a bit. Previously, what Sir Emhart upon your shoulders spoke to me... regarding you harboring extremely many ex-wives within the West Continent, yet possessing zero children; thereby resulting in you intensely liking little children... Is the matter genuine or not?"
Fisher cast an absolutely expressionless glance sideways at the innocent Emhart upon his own shoulder. Gently reaching a hand out, he firmly gripped his body. Tugging the pain so intensely his eyes were almost bouncing entirely out from within his book cover. Whilst torturing Emhart, Fisher answered back,
"It's fake."
The long ears atop Ilos's head swayed for a bit. Finding it somewhat amusing, she covered her own mouth with a single hand. Towards Fisher, she explained,
"Mother Goddess as my witness, I had never believed him previously. Merely after having already arrived at Nebalen did I suddenly recall a bit of matters from my childhood... I still remember my grandmother also stating: my father also disliked little children prior to birthing me together with my mother. Yet arriving at the uttermost final juncture, he however was willing to sacrifice himself to let me flee completely from the ship..."
The Narwhal slowly stopped exactly in its tracks. Outside the corridor passed by Ilos and Fisher surfaced a port perfectly and completely covered securely by white frost and snow. And stretching outward from the port was even more so entirely a patch of silver attire covering everything uniformly; roughly akin to the sky and earth sharing an identical color.
The middle segment of the Northern Border already possessed perennial winter all year round. The brilliantly white snowy landscape was exactly the landmark here. And Ilos, an orphaned Moon Rabbit surviving child who had long departed from her homeland, seemingly caught a sensation within her sleep last night; meeting her father whom she had separated from for extremely long within her dreams,
"Ma... I am simply somewhat curious; exactly what sort of appearance would someone entirely like Fisher become upon turning into a father... Mother Goddess bless me... I'm extremely hungry! Let's hurry up and descend to eat food ba!"
With a single hand, Ilos performed a prayer posture. Playfully swaying the rabbit ears atop her own head, she walked ahead of Fisher advancing a single step first, traveling in the direction of the dining hall downstairs.
Hm?
And following closely behind her, Fisher thought along her line of reasoning for a bit... actually completely incapable of knowing for a moment exactly what sort of appearance his own child would be like... But why did he feel the immense probability was an individual of mixed blood amongst the demi-human races?
He halted his thoughts, turning his head back looking at the silver world beyond the window.
Within the middle segment of the Northern Border, Nebalen was actually already extremely close to the Sema Mountains where grotesque and bizarre mythology and legends originated. Resultant of this, when you looked outwards through that tiny, narrow window, the colossal outline of the mountain range slightly obscured by blizzards at the farthest limit of your eyesight linked mutually with the celestial firmament; transforming into a bizarre inextricably formed integrated existence. Like a colossal maw capable of devouring heaven and earth entirely opening its mouth towards the Fisher perfectly upon the ship; inviting him to absolutely stride precisely within, exactly identical.
And this concurrently meant: his journey of treading upon the Northern Border to search for the Frostwood Sycamore Tree and the [God of the Sky] within legends was officially about to commence.