The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 427: Genius of Magic

The room allocation for the night was exceedingly simple. Excluding Helaire, it was one person per detached guest room.

Helaire this lunatic was unfathomable regarding what she wanted to do, stating she was going out to get some fresh air and would return tomorrow morning, subsequently walking into the night alone and slowly vanishing from sight.

She was a Mythical Species; it wasn't the place of others to worry about her. Fisher even had to proactively observe a moment of silence for others. After all, viewing the personality of this amusement-seeking Angel, her saying she was going out for fresh air was definitely more than simply getting fresh air.

After Asuka Karasawa, Fisher, and the others bid each other goodnight, she returned to her own room alone. The bedding upon the wooden bed was complete, quite comfortable to lie on.

She blankly lay thus upon the bed, staring at the candlelight within the room in a daze by herself.

She indeed harbored some confusion currently. This feeling of being out of place rendered her quite uncomfortable, akin to dropping out of high school in a single night to enter the workplace, undertaking a project that others required decades to barely be capable of managing.

Or rather, the pressure at this moment was even heavier than that.

As she cogitated, feeling somewhat sorrowful, she turned onto her side, hugging the beside bedding to cover her head. While pounding the bedding with her hand, she muttered in a muffled voice,

"What high schooler saving the world, it's all a lie..."

She shrank her entire body within the blanket. Here and now, within the bedding in the dead of night, it was as if solely here could she truly quiet down slightly, revealing her true emotions.Humans appeared so Insignificant within this world. Other terrifying creatures possessed abilities exceeding her imagination. Everything that transpired previously couldn't even be explained and replicated with technology, let alone that she was the most ordinary model among the human collective.

She couldn't even properly complete her coursework in school, lacking any outstanding specialities and capabilities, let alone her handling of interpersonal relations...

Mr. Mikhail understood many things, bringing along much formidable technology from the future; whereas she possessed nothing, the High School Girl uniform she brought possessing even been corroded away by that bizarre Angel Toy.

Then why was it she who transmigrated rather than someone else?

Asuka Karasawa felt increasingly confused. She had likely asked herself this question more than once. Perhaps it was purely dictated by destiny; the quota for transmigration randomly smashed onto the body of this unlucky fool.

Of course, Asuka Karasawa lacked the right to refuse. She additionally strove to make her life in another world smoother.

Looking on the bright side, at least she was fortunate. The companions she encountered by her side currently were all very friendly and very reliable. Otherwise, if she had Reincarnated to the Tree Continent or the slave areas of the Sanctuary, she would definitely live a tremendously, tremendously miserable life.

Merely, during nights like this, she would still harbor some fantasies.

For instance, whether she possessed special abilities like the female leads in anime or novels, like the self in "Sailor Moon" capable of transforming into a magical girl or something. Or perhaps, she possessed the talent to pilot Evangelion Unit-02?

Asuka Karasawa fantasized thus. As she cogitated, she suddenly proactively raised her body from the bedding. It was as if a flash of inspiration suddenly struck the pondering Asuka Karasawa, noticing a certain noun she had once heard within this world.

Seemingly...

Didn't Mr. Fisher previously inquire of Mr. Gou Wen regarding whether Magic existed?

Mr. Fisher wasn't a Transferred Person, yet seemingly differed slightly from Mr. Gou Wen, this native Whaleman. Where did he originate from, and why was he so strong?

Could it be because of that "Magic" he spoke of?

Then could she seek Mr. Fisher to study Magic?

This way, she at least wouldn't be this useless or whatnot.

But suddenly, she again recalled that trace of alienation she once experienced. She hesitated somewhat, fearing she would be embarrassed if she asked and was rejected...

"Uwaaah, so conflicted, so conflicted!"

Even Asuka Karasawa herself felt somewhat overly sensitive. She muffled her head within the pillow again, resolving to go find Mr. Fisher tomorrow morning to ask about this matter. It wouldn't matter if she was rejected.

At worst... at worst she would just be embarrassed for a moment...

As she lay on her stomach, she suddenly felt something hard bump her chest. It hurt so much she inhaled a breath of cold air and sat up. Reaching out to feel it, she discovered that the Engraving Knife Helaire handed her this morning was still placed within her pocket. That sharp blade edge frightened her into a pale complexion, frantically tossing it away.

"I... I was almost stabbed by this thing just now?"

She was infuriated by her own muddleheadedness and stupidity. Asuka Karasawa hurriedly patted her cheeks to sober up, extinguishing the lamp and turning onto her side, preparing to sleep.

Tomorrow, everything would definitely get better tomorrow.

She thought thus.

Accompanying darkness enveloping the entire room, the dim moonlight outside infiltrated bit by bit from the gaps in the wooden house, sequentially casting a continuous string of clear moonlight radiance upon the ground.

At the extremity of the clear radiance, the tip of that Engraving Knife lying upon the floorboards was illuminated by the moonlight, dotting a touch of somewhat dazzling metallic splendor.

Asuka Karasawa's closed eyes were dazzled by that splendor. Consequently feeling somewhat annoyed, she extended her hand, gripping that Engraving Knife, ready to place it where the moonlight couldn't reach...

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Abruptly, Asuka Karasawa unconsciously realized that the hollow, distant sound of the Wooden Fish resonated beside her ears again... or perhaps, that Wooden Fish sound was invariably beside her ears, merely she invariably hadn't noticed it before?

Only in that instant the Engraving Knife entered her hand, a scene of Fisher sitting before the giant tree previously engraving Magic suddenly resurfaced within Asuka Karasawa's mind.

Of course, the current Asuka Karasawa didn't know what Fisher was doing. Merely in her impression, she saw Fisher's illuminated Magic Circuit, identically seeing those bizarre Magic Crests flashing atop the leaves.

Within the night, those patterns she clearly solely took a single glance at were, for some unfathomable reason, seemingly branded into her brain. A mere casual recollection caused her memories to turn feverishly hot, causing those bizarre patterns and Fisher's engraving techniques to vividly materialize continually before her eyes.

"Could that... be Magic?"

An unconstrained idea sprang forth within her mind, yet she remained incapable of absolute certainty regarding what Fisher was doing.

Perhaps she ought to go ask Mr. Fisher tomorrow morning what he was doing at that time. Or, she could verify right now exactly what Mr. Fisher was doing?

Gripping the Engraving Knife, Asuka Karasawa swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She turned her body, gazing toward the wooden wall beside the bed. Similar to that prison cell within the Sanctuary, she raised the Engraving Knife in her hand while recalling Fisher's movements.

She didn't even know engraving Magic required Magic Materials to stabilize. She didn't even know what the specific meanings of those patterns were. She didn't even know what the implication of an illuminated Magic Circuit was...

Yet when she gently placed the Engraving Knife upon the wall, accompanying her In An Orderly Manner and Cadenced sliding of the Engraving Knife, her Magic Circuit illuminated first. Subsequently, she seemingly perceived the profundity of the entire world.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The [Wind] Circle Head of the extremely microscopic magic Fisher previously engraved upon the leaf for practice was very swiftly perfectly replicated by her.

Within another room, Fisher lacked the heavy worries of Asuka Karasawa. Even if he did, it was merely thinking about those ladies whose relationships with him were far from shallow.

His entire heart and soul were currently focused upon how to break free from death, identically considering a tiny bit of展望 regarding after breaking free from death.

Now that the four great World-Ending Prophecies were smoothly resolved by him, he indeed ought to consider subsequent matters; for example, what would happen when those ladies discovered each other's existence.

The greedy Fisher naturally couldn't possibly abandon any single lady. Perhaps sometimes proactively admitting to his own evil and greed was conversely a good thing, because this way he could shamelessly declare he didn't want to abandon any of them. Half-heartedness wasn't his preferred style.

All in all, Fisher believed the current conflicts remained highly resolvable.

Renee basically wouldn't interfere. Raphaela developing in the Southern Continent and establishing the New Dragon Court was enough to keep her busy. Eliog possessed a naturally lazy temperament, perhaps she wouldn't even care if she learned of his relationships with other women. Jasmine invariantly stayed at the bottom of the sea, impossible to learn of other women. Alajina already received some preemptive vaccinations, she wouldn't explode for the time being.

He needed to pay attention to those Slimes whose intelligence network spanned the entire globe before Valentiina awakened. Also Elizabeth, this first love toward whom his feelings were highly complex, both loving and hating. Exactly how ought he treat her.

In short, the advantage lay with him.

Pondering to this point, Fisher abruptly stared blankly slightly. It was exclusively now he Realized After the Fact, since when did he surprisingly become such a scumbag, surprisingly capable of shamelessly placing the romantic debts he accumulated onto the table, identically still remaining In An Orderly Manner to analyze the severities of the conflicts within?

Feeling somewhat ashamed, he covered his face, yet it remained unclear if he was reflecting or not reflecting.

If possible, he wished to let the Reproduction Ability gifted by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook properly reflect on itself. If this continued, he feared Ramastia the God of Life's Authority of Life would have to change ownership to him.

"Buzz——"

Exactly during this dead silence, while Fisher the Scumbag was reflecting internally, his soul suddenly acutely perceived the fluctuation of Magic.

He stared blankly slightly, subsequently feeling the practice work engraved within his embrace. He was already a veteran, absolutely incapable of emitting such a fluctuation unless activating Magic.

Was someone else engraving or utilizing Magic?

But didn't Gou Wen say humanity currently didn't know Magic?

The Mother Goddess identically shouldn't have descended upon the mortal realm yet entirely.

Fisher vigilantly stood up from the bed, carrying his Fluid Sword and arriving outside the door. Following the faint world resonance fluctuation traveling through the air, he gazed outwards, yet very swiftly he realized that the familiar Magic fluctuation didn't originate from the exterior, but rather exactly from the room beside his, the room where Asuka Karasawa rested.

No way, right?

Fisher raised his eyebrows, silently pushing open her unlocked door leaf. Following that profound, dim moonlight, he clearly witnessed Asuka Karasawa clad in a white robe quietly lying on her side upon the bed.

Similar to her silently weeping within the Sanctuary that night, she lay on her side upon the bed facing the wall, her back to him, gripping an Engraving Knife with one hand, her entire body's Magic Circuit illuminated. Her mouth hung slightly agape, attentively tracing the image she had once seen in her mind—that Magic Crest.

But engraving Magic wasn't a matter achievable simply by tracing patterns. The intricacies within were complex, involving perception of magical energy, output quantity of magical energy, and mastery over Magic stability...

Yet she, could effortlessly achieve these.

Asuka Karasawa attentively held the Engraving Knife, engraving the Magic bit by bit, so focused she was entirely unaware of when Fisher had already entered her room. The magical energy upon her body wasn't considered abundant, currently depleting at a relatively rapid speed, but it was evidently more than enough to finish engraving this Magic before her eyes.

He silently closed the door behind him, a trace of unclear meaning flashing in his eyes, yet refraining from rashly interrupting her engraving process, because for a beginner, this might trigger a magical accident.

He retracted the extended Fluid Sword into his embrace, silently arriving before her bed, watching her engrave the Magic onto the wall surface bit by bit.

Her engraving speed was immensely, immensely slow, yet exceptionally precise, wielding the knife like flowing water. This even caused Fisher to doubt whether she had received relevant training in engraving Magic previously...

But she was a Transferred Person. The other world seemingly lacked Magic. She ought to be coming into contact with Magic from him for the very first time.

Even cautious as Fisher still miscalculated. He absolutely never anticipated there truly existed someone capable of flawlessly, one-to-one replicating the entire process after viewing an incomplete magic engraving sequence solely once.

Similar to her future moniker, she seemingly inherently possessed an exquisite magical talent numbering less than one in billions. At least Fisher, who had thoroughly read the history of human magic, had never encountered such a person.

Fisher simply stood beside her bed, quietly waiting for her to finish engraving the Magic, simultaneously avoiding her suffering any accidents.

This standing lasted for several hours. Although she could completely replicate this Magic, she fundamentally remained merely an ordinary human who hadn't undergone training. Her soul strength and theoretical level both made her progress arduous, yet her excessive focus ingeniously resolved this issue. Right as her magical energy was about to completely deplete, the [Wind] Magic upon the wall surface finally took form.

"Haha... ha... so tired."

She rubbed her eyes quite exhaustedly, lowering her completely sore hand gripping the Engraving Knife. She stared blankly at the crest upon the wall surface, not even knowing what this plaything was used for.

Before she had fully digested the exhaustion within her body, Fisher's unwavering voice abruptly resonated from behind,

"When did you learn it?"

"Ah!"

Frightened, she immediately twisted her head around. Drained of magical energy, her complexion was pale, her forehead covered entirely in cold sweat, her gaze additionally somewhat vacant. Fisher's expressionless, handsome face solely revealed half within the shadows of the moonlight. He attentively gazed at the crest upon the wall. Even though Asuka Karasawa was nearing collapse, she was still frightened considerably, frantically opening her mouth to speak,

"M-Mr. Fisher... when did you... come in?"

"Several hours ago, I came in from the moment you just started engraving Magic."

"Several hours? Was... was it that long? I thought only a dozen minutes had passed... Furthermore, what is Magic? Was what I just engraved Magic?"

Fisher folded his arms, entirely speechless as he swept a glance over the sweat-drenched Asuka Karasawa,

"Daring to engrave Magic when you know absolutely nothing, and doing so behind my back—I truly don't know whether it's ignorance or bravery. Do you know that with a single misstep, you could still be drained by this thing and turn into a dried corpse? So... when did you learn it?"

Asuka Karasawa didn't dare look at Fisher, assuming her secretly learning had enraged him. She whispered softly,

"I... I don't know either. I'm not even sure if I learned it. I merely wanted to give it a try, and then I engraved it... Mr. Fisher, I'm sorry..."

"Why apologize?"

Asuka Karasawa raised her head slightly, looking at Fisher, who was still examining the Magic she engraved. She continued whispering,

"Because Mr. Fisher seems to be a little... unhappy. If this causes trouble for Mr. Fisher, I won't... engrave this kind of thing anymore."

Unhappy?

Fisher cast a glance at Asuka Karasawa, sitting on the bed with a sweat-covered head, looking at him cautiously. He couldn't tell if she was the little deer or the Deer Species outside was.

Perhaps he did harbor some emotions, but it was absolutely not unhappiness. It was solely because of the future identity of this girl before his eyes; merely thinking she was the President of the Creator's Society, and that this President might be born because of him, rendered him somewhat unsure of what to say.

Perhaps if Renee could definitively tell him whether his actions here shaped the future, he wouldn't be this conflicted.

The Asuka Karasawa before his eyes pursed her lips again, gently hugging her knees upon the bed, exclusively invariably looking at him. Fisher read her habitual body language. He didn't answer this question directly, but conversely sat down beside her, stating,

"Karasawa, to me, knowledge is not a monopoly. I additionally climbed out of ordinariness and poverty during my youth, so naturally, I wouldn't be unhappy about you mastering this skill. You possess a talent beyond imagination. I'm merely uncertain whether letting it bloom is a good or a bad thing."

Hugging her knees, Asuka Karasawa turned her head to look at Fisher. Upon his face, she solely perceived serious, deep thought. Pondering in silence for a moment, she turned her head away, smiling at Fisher and saying,

"Talent ah, I never expected this word to appear upon me. Otherwise, let Mr. Fisher decide it. I still don't understand this world very well, and I identically can't make any decisions. If this is a bad thing, then forget it... After all, I didn't possess any talent since birth. It doesn't matter if I lack it in the future either."

"...Aren't you afraid I might scheme against you? You might lose a good reliance to settle your life."

The moment she heard Fisher's words, Asuka Karasawa immediately blinked her eyes, pursed her lips, and hesitated quite adorably,

"N-no way, right?"

Fisher smiled slightly, answering neither 'yes' nor 'no'. Conversely, he said,

"You look very much like a former student of mine."

"Mr. Fisher was a teacher before?"

"I was a professor."

"Ah, this is my first time seeing a living professor."

"She was identically a Whaleman. Her personality was very similar to yours, very kindhearted, additionally somewhat silly."

Evidently, Fisher was talking about Jasmine.

Asuka Karasawa pouted. That tense sensation was dissolved by the words. She grumbled with a black face and a pout,

"I'm not silly okay, I am very formidable... In the past, when I was bullied by other girls, I would chant incantations to curse them."

"The religion you believe in still has this kind of Curse?"

"...No, an incantation I fabricated. It didn't possess any effect, solely able to frighten them a bit. This could make me feel slightly better in school, because I heard they would take bullied people into the bathroom to beat them up, steal their lunch and whatnot... I, didn't want that."

Fisher stared blankly slightly upon hearing this. He turned his head to glance at the faintly glowing Magic Crest upon the wall. Pausing for a moment, he seemingly made a certain decision,

"Then do you want to learn something that truly has effects?"

"Eh, Curses? Mr. Fisher knows Curses?"

Renee knows Curses, I don't.

Fisher spoke thus in his heart. But on the surface, he merely shook his head, replying,

"Not Curses, it's Magic."

Asuka Karasawa opened her mouth, seemingly yet incapable of comprehending why Fisher would abruptly make this choice. Her gaze couldn't pierce the dark room, exclusively capable of hearing his currently calm voice,

"I've possessed the experience of educating students. You possess extremely strong Magical talent. In the future, you are destined to embark upon this path, and you will walk very far upon this path. But having talent isn't enough; you need knowledge to supplement talent, corresponding diligence, and a correct Magical perspective. I can provide these to you... so, are you willing to learn Magic with me, Asuka Karasawa?"

Fisher had already witnessed Asuka Karasawa's Magical talent, which could be deemed terrifying. This made him profoundly realize the uniqueness of the Transferred Person before his eyes, and he additionally knew that even without him, the subsequent Asuka Karasawa would inevitably embark upon this path.

Up until now, he hadn't experienced the effects of the so-called "Ravings". He was merely envisioning, if she had his proper guidance, would it reduce the possibility of her being influenced by the Chaotic Knowledge bestowed by the Ravings?

"Mm! I want to cultivate... that Magic thing, Teacher Fisher!"

Hearing this, Asuka Karasawa grew quite excited. It appeared she couldn't entirely accept the option of "identically lacking talent in the future" as she claimed.

It was like asking a boy: when an Ultraman transformation device is placed before you without any burdens or consequences, would you press that button and choose to turn into light?

Mm, the answer is perhaps plainly obvious.

"Don't be so excited. Learning Magic isn't an easy task. This means you have much theory to understand and memorize, and many exercises and practices to complete. Learning is a painful endeavor, and based on my observations during this period, you aren't adept at learning... But it doesn't matter, I will help you correct it later."

"Eh..."

Asuka Karasawa's newly excited heart instantly cooled by half. She perhaps believed learning Magic was as effortless and interesting as skipped over in anime, completely un-anticipating that the thing most closely associated with learning Magic was learning math.

But overall, she was still very excited, especially having just come into contact with the power of another world,

"Then Teacher Fisher, what can Magic do? Can it transform me or something? Or summon some creature?"

"No..."

Right as Fisher prepared to answer the somewhat naive questions of this little magic apprentice beside him, a sensation of unimaginable palpitations abruptly burst within his heart. It was like a heartbeat exploding beside his ears, warning him that death had once again caught up to their door.

"Rumble rumble!"

"Eh, an earthquake?!"

Before Fisher could even react, the Asuka Karasawa beside him, for some unfathomable reason, possessed surprisingly familiarly stood up and started looking for a place to take cover, as if having experienced countless earthquakes.

Accompanied by the intense shaking sounds of the surrounding wooden houses, the entire Tsubaki Fiefdom began to tremble.

As the saying goes, Extremely Bad Luck means choking on cold water; as fate would have it, the Magic Asuka Karasawa had just engraved behind her surprisingly became quite bright at this moment! Seemingly squeezed by the drastically changing environment around it, it instantaneously discharged a violent gale hurtling towards Asuka Karasawa.

Four-Ring Wind Magic, Gale Tornado.

As she ran, the white robe on her body stood upright, revealing her fair skin and the cute bear underwear she hadn't changed. Her face instantly flushed red. She screamed and covered her flying white robe, but immediately, her entire body was swept up by the squall and sent flying into the air,

"Ahhhhhhh! Don't look... wu wu wu wu!"

"Rumble rumble!"

The intense sound of collapsing houses and Asuka Karasawa's screams failed to interrupt Fisher's explosive power of the Thirteenth-Tier. Extending the Fluid Sword in his hand, he wrapped the airborne Asuka Karasawa into his embrace. Kicking off fiercely like an Explosion, he shot outwards from the house.

Asuka Karasawa's face was tightly pressed against Fisher's chest. The blazing heat of his body and the earth-shaking quakes outside caused her face to oscillate between red and white.

Before she was Dizzy and Confusedly extracted from his embrace brimming with masculine aura, Fisher had already instantly brought her outside the room. The situation outside was even worse.

Within the shadows of the distant night curtain, he merely witnessed that colossal tree behind the Uncle Chun Palace surprisingly shaking, rolling down towards the capital of the entire Tsubaki Fiefdom...

(End of this chapter)