The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 362: Holy Matrimony (Happy New Year's Eve)

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

After the relatively simplified procedures earlier, Fisher carried Valentiina, who was wearing the long draped clothing, all the way back to the front of the wall the Giant Troll-kin had built for them. Quite a few female Troll-kin were still looking around outside, constantly keeping their eyes on the handsome Fisher. As a result, before they could look for more than a few seconds, they were scolded back by Darivuvu and Kokolia from behind.

"Everyone, step away from the venue of the holy matrimony and keep quiet!"

After Darivuvu finished saying this, she pointed at the wall ahead that had a door opened, gesturing for Fisher and Valentiina to go in. Fisher then carried Valentiina into the wall. The ground was entirely covered with lit candles. Holy matrimony didn't have the tradition of sweeping away the frost and snow on the ground; in Northern Border culture, frost and snow were symbols of purity. Therefore, those lit flames were like floating upon a sheet of soft white.

The flames formed a path leading to the tent. Fisher rolled up the long drape beneath her to prevent it from being ignited by the candles on the side. Behind them, two Trolls picked up massive stone blocks, filling the final gap in the wall.

"Fisher, the Wutong Tree..."

Valentiina, staying in Fisher's embrace, pointed at the massive tree-shaped statue above the tent. The flames cast the tent's shadow onto the Wutong Tree. Only then did Fisher remember the holy matrimony procedures Darivuvu mentioned previously. After all, he also didn't know what purpose the so-called last will left by the Moon Princess actually had. This bunch of races capable of seeing through the future were very mysterious; if it had a special use and he didn't execute it, that would be bad.

Therefore, he stopped his footsteps and knelt on one knee in front of the Wutong Tree, using the Wutong Tree to represent the relatives of both sides, and announced their relationship to the other tribesmen,

"Father, mother, Heidelin, although you aren't here, I hope you can see. Right now, I want to entrust my everything to the person before my eyes under your witness. This is a decision I made myself, and I need your blessings to give me the courage to continue walking..."

Hearing Valentiina's serious, low recitation, even Fisher was infected under such an atmosphere. He didn't speak, closing his eyes towards the Wutong Tree. Secretly, he seemed to see again the blonde lady wearing a heavy black nun's habit with her back towards him. She was studying the "Scripture of Creation". When he and a large group of orphans slept at night during childhood, she would keep vigil nearby.Under the faint candlelight, Fisher couldn't see her expression clearly. He could only occasionally hear the sound of pages turning accompanying his sleep, so his impression of this Sister Teresa was extremely profound.

"Teresa, may the Mother Goddess bless you and me."

In the darkness, he didn't say anything until Valentiina's voice beside his ear had stopped for a while. Only then did he seemingly perfunctorily utter this sentence.

Subsequently, Fisher opened his eyes, exchanged a glance with Valentiina who bore a faint smile, stood up and walked into the gigantic tent before his eyes.

The structure of the tent was very simple. A warm stove baked the room's temperature to just the right level. Some food, water, and two bowls of medicinal liquid emitting a faint purple radiance were placed on a tiny table. Behind that tiny table was an enormous bed. The pillows and bedding were all folded neatly and placed in the corner, seemingly those were the things needed last...

Seeing that purple medicine, Valentiina's face blushed slightly. Fisher first placed her on the bed, subsequently turning his head to sweep a glance at the food on the table, saying,

"They also prepared food, so we won't be hungry at night... Mhm, what is this purple water?"

"Ah... that..."

Valentiina propped herself up with one hand with a red face, seemingly wanting to explain a little something to Fisher. As a result, after speaking for a long time, she still hadn't clearly explained what on earth it was,

"It's just... given to us by Kokolia, saying he was worried my health was poor... This medicine can temporarily enhance constitution. When their Troll-kin get married, the males all have to drink this..."

Fisher parted his lips, his brain recalling those female Trolls up to four meters tall, and then recalling those male Trolls whose height was only around two and a half meters. Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, he knew what this thing was used for.

He cast a glance at the slender Valentiina before his eyes, turned his head, picked up that bowl of purple liquid and poured it into his mouth. Subsequently, amidst Valentiina's panic-stricken gaze, he kissed her soft lips. Following the gradual deepening of this kiss, wisps of turbid purple potion were also simultaneously passed into Valentiina's mouth.

Unsure if it was Fisher's kiss or the purple medicine causing trouble, in short, Valentiina currently felt her body starting to turn boiling hot. Her every breath seemed to turn tangible, slowly beating against Fisher's face within the warm tent.

Her body went soft, and that single arm supporting her body abruptly released, making her instantly lie down on the bed. Fisher still wanted to attack again, yet was weakly blocked by one of her hands.

Between her slightly scattered white hair, only a single rippling eye was exposed,

"Wait... there's still the ceremony... Don't... don't rush..."

"...The prayer?"

Fisher gently placed her resisting hand before his lips. That sensation of contact was just like an electric shock, causing Valentiina's fair skin to bit by bit flush an alluring pink,

"Mhm. However, actually the prayer doesn't matter, because I didn't memorize it either, hehe..."

Just when Fisher recalled that prayer he only glanced at once and was about to recite it, the blushing Valentiina beneath him instead chuckled in embarrassment, speaking like this,

"Lots of the obscure words in the prayer seem to be respectfully requesting the Wutong Tree's witness and blessing. But I've never seen other Phoenixes or the Wutong Tree. Since it's like this, even if chanted, it wouldn't be effective at all, right? Compared to this, I'm actually... a little embarrassed..."

She turned her face slightly. Actually, it was because she was truly too shy just now that she couldn't help but open her mouth to mention the ceremony. She didn't expect Fisher would actually really stop. He was amused by Valentiina's cuteness. He didn't release Valentiina's hand, merely sitting on the edge of the bed. Exhaling a long breath of hot air, he said,

"It doesn't matter, Valentiina, I'm not in a rush... Are you hungry, we can eat a little something first. Moreover, having just drunk the Troll-kin's medicine, presumably its effect also..."

Valentiina cast a shifting glance beneath him, quietly murmuring,

"Obviously being anxious to death..."

Subsequently, she took a few deep breaths, and patted her cheeks with her cold hands. After using physical cooling methods, she closed her eyes, spread her hands, and lay on the bed, saying with firm determination,

"I... I'm ready, come on!"

"What are you doing?"

Fisher turned his head to glance at her cross-like styling lying on the bed, laughingly poking her waist. It tickled her so much she retracted her hands to hug her upper body, simultaneously looking at Fisher and blaming him reproachfully,

"W-What are you doing? I... I finally adjusted my state with great difficulty, if you ruin it I'll have to start all over again."

"...Wait, in your eyes, what is this kind of thing like?"

Feeling Fisher looking at her with a smile, Valentiina's gaze dodged a bit, saying,

"What else could it be like, it can't be just holding hands like this, right?"

"Then, where did you see contents regarding these?"

"S-Storybooks and novels, I guess..."

Fisher shook his head with a smile. Subsequently, he suddenly and aggressively clasped her wrists. At the same time, the distance between their faces was also infinitely closing. Due to his sudden attack, Valentiina's little heart that had just made preparations began to violently beat again, and her complexion also grew increasingly ruddy.

With a shifting gaze, she sized up the handsome Fisher before her eyes up and down. His deep eyes seemed to want to suck her soul in,

"In any case, no matter how open Naris is, novels and storybooks must definitely go through censorship. Of course the contents inside cannot reveal the whole picture."

"Then I... I have no idea either, I don't know anymore."

Valentiina pouted. Her soft language seemed to have ignited a certain invisible combustible material, making the distance between Fisher and her face grow closer and closer,

"Mhm? You don't know, don't you know? What was it like in the prophecy of the True Ice you saw previously?"

"P-Prophecy! Y-You kno— mm."

Valentiina was so astonished her pupils shrank slightly. That surprised expression drove her to turn her head to look at Fisher before her eyes, thus neglecting the minute distance of mere inches remaining between them at this moment. Just a tiny bit of movement could trigger an enormous disaster.

Therefore, at the instant she turned her head, even before her words finished speaking, the flaw was seized by Fisher before her eyes...

Afterwards, the tent beneath the Wutong Tree still stood tall amidst the drifting wind and snow. The candlelight outside swayed faintly, and the entire Giant Troll-kin tribe was extremely quiet.

The situation inside the tent was indescribable, only knowing that a viscous atmosphere had shyly pulled down the curtains. From then on, that touch of ambiguity within could no longer be seen by outsiders.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo~"

The night of the holy matrimony was exceptionally long. By the time the moon had descended below the treetops and the cold moonlight sprinkled upon the undulating snowy mountains laying out layers upon layers of shadows, only then did the atmosphere within the tent ease a little.

Too much, too much time had passed. Valentiina's consciousness sank amidst an alternating ebb and flow. It wasn't until everything had quieted down for a long time that she suddenly awoke blankly in Fisher's embrace.

She stared blankly at the warm and dim room. That lingering aftertaste of joy had yet to depart, making her pant for a moment. For some reason, the two of them had already fallen asleep for a long time, yet she suddenly woke up.

Waking up midway caused her to lose her sleepiness. However, her movements were careful and minute, without making any sound, deeply afraid of waking up Fisher beside her. She merely turned her head away, carefully looking at the person before her eyes. From top to bottom, from whole to detail, everything looked so pleasing, everything brought so much joy.

Just as she was smilingly counting the number of Fisher's eyebrows in silence, that sensation of inner joy seemed to spread inch by inch from the bottom of her heart, until it lit up her eyes that radiated the colors of True Ice. Following the Phoenix bloodline incessantly flowing within her frail human body, a lifelike picture presented itself before her eyes.

She seemed to see an enormous, frozen throne. She saw a massive, gloomy corridor and tunnel. She saw a bizarre man wearing a plague doctor mask continuously approaching her...

That picture was scattered and broken. The sounds were like illusory echoes, sounding blurry and unclear to Valentiina. Yet these scattered and broken pictures abruptly congealed at the final moment, transforming into an extremely clear picture, allowing Valentiina to see it clearly.

She saw herself fallen in a cold pool of blood, her body riddled with wounds. Blood constantly gushing from the wounds flowed incessantly in one direction like river water, until her body temperature and life also slowly faded away with it.

Then she saw the next scene: the rear view of Fisher alone clutching his lower abdomen, staggering further and further away in the wind and snow, until he completely vanished from sight...

Valentiina stared blankly at the vivid scenery before her eyes. Only several seconds later did all the scenery before her eyes dissipate like mist, revealing Fisher's sleeping face hidden behind that prophecy.

"So that's how it is..."

So this was the reason you left behind such a last will, Your Highness the Moon Princess.

A very, very long time later, Valentiina finally recovered from her daze. She reached out a hand and hugged the warm Fisher a bit tighter, subsequently closing her eyes, revealing a hint of a relieved smile.

Just as she said in Fisher's embrace this afternoon, even if she could see her ending up to now, she should face it calmly.

In the quiet and warm tent, the two people snuggling and hugging each other were accompanied only by a single silently flowing teardrop and an unknown murmured whisper,

"Just like this... is enough."

Early the next morning, as the sky just began to light up, Fisher opened his eyes. Blinking, he suddenly discovered Valentiina had already tightly pressed close into his embrace at some unknown time. But because her legs were unable to move, she had to maintain a somewhat troublesome posture to get close to Fisher.

"Valentiina?"

Fisher seemed to have discovered something. If she was asleep, she definitely wouldn't maintain such a state. Therefore, he tentatively opened his mouth to call out to the petite Valentiina in his embrace.

He didn't expect that right after he spoke, Valentiina in his embrace raised her head, yawning with a smile and poking Fisher's chest,

"Good morning, Fisher."

Her white long hair fell behind her. Fisher took all her beauty beside him into his eyes. Until her voice called him back. Clearly the hunger of reproduction was just relieved last night, yet at this very moment, that sourceless raging fire began to show signs of burning anew.

But Fisher wasn't a beast after all. He didn't continue making demands of the petite young girl before his eyes, merely asking,

"Good morning... You woke up a long time ago?"

"Mhm, isn't it all your fault for being so... last night? Anyway I didn't sleep well at all..."

"Sorry."

"It's fine~ chu~"

"You fellow..."

Blushing, she hid within Fisher's warm embrace whispering and poking around. It wasn't until Fisher helplessly reached out and grabbed her hand that she raised her head to look at Fisher before her eyes. Then, as if executing a sneak attack, she gently pecked the corner of Fisher's lips, and then hid back away, covering her mouth with her two hands, forbidding him from kissing back.

They playfully joked around like this for quite a while. It seemed that after undergoing last night's holy matrimony which completely lacked any procedures, their relationship progressed significantly, and their understanding of each other deepened a great deal...

"Wait... haha, Fisher, shush, listen."

Just after Valentiina lay down and hit Fisher's head with a pillow, the sound of Trolls moving bricks and stones outside transmitted over. Seeing Fisher about to counterattack with a pillow, she hastily raised her hands in surrender, using the Trolls currently dismantling the wall as an excuse to block his subsequent advance.

Along with his helplessness, Fisher also had no choice but to put down the pillow in his hand. Watching him compromise, Valentiina smiled wickedly and raised the pillow in her hand again, smacking him. When Fisher turned his head to look at her in disbelief, only then did she happily put down the pillow in her hand.

Without the buff of the Troll medicine, her constitution was extremely weak. Even this pillow fight of barely a few minutes already made her pant exhaustedly, but she was still very happy.

"F-Fisher..."

She beckoned at Fisher before her eyes with a hooked finger. But having been sneak-attacked by her several times, how could Fisher respond to her? He merely sat beside her, looking at her, not knowing what she was thinking. It wasn't until the young girl lying on the bed grew tired of beckoning did he heave a sigh and draw near her,

"Mhm, what is it?"

Valentiina smiled and leaned her head over slightly, forming a trumpet shape with her hands placed before her mouth. However, the voice that spoke was very, very quiet, so quiet that only Fisher alone could hear. She said,

"I like you, Fisher~"

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