The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 578: Ready to Set Off

Suddenly, the obvious mark by Fisher's lips was like a spark igniting a powder keg, completely igniting this fire dragon Raphaela.

She and Fisher had been intimate so many times already, and of course he had left similar irregular pink marks on her body before. Therefore, Raphaela recognized what the thing by his lips was almost at a single glance.

Could it be left behind by that woman called "Renee"?

She had just returned from Jasmine's place, and that little lass evidently couldn't have made such an unrestrained mark. And that whatever "Renee" seemed to be a Witch—it would make sense for her to have some mysterious and secretive methods.

Thus, the greatest suspicion in Raphaela's heart naturally fell onto the Miss Witch whom she had barely met and who Came and Went without a trace.

Even though Eimhart had made multiple explanations beside them, perhaps from her perspective, this Book Artifact and Fisher were naturally Acting in Collusion, frequently doing things like deceiving her or providing cover. Thus, Eimhart's cover was also declared a failure, leaving him with no choice but to aggrievedly lie on the desk beside them and play dead to avoid the flames of war.

But Eimhart's grievance was secondary. When discussing grievances, there were few people in this world who could be more aggrieved than Fisher currently in the room.

He swore to the Mother Goddess, he really was merely researching magic while concurrently reading the Soul Completion Handbook earlier. Afterwards, seeing the shortcut to enhance soul power researched by Caleb Uz, he also wanted to give it a try. Who knew it would cause a huge bunch of massive problems that left Fisher puzzled and confused too, including but not limited to his blank past lives, that soul power that came from nowhere Bafflingly And Unaccountably, the identity of the mysterious woman who placed him at the church school's entrance...

Fine if these incomprehensible things left Fisher totally baffled, but his lips also Bafflingly And Unaccountably sustained a bit of a "scar," most likely left behind while researching that whatever method. In short, it absolutely wasn't left by some lady; it was just comparatively similar to a strawberry in shape and appearance...

However, he also remembered when silently reciting the name of that "Ocean," he indeed had the sensation of being copped a feel. Could it be it was left behind at that time?Fisher also wasn't clear. The absolute top priority right now was of course coaxing Raphaela. And as for coaxing her, Fisher also had a set of physical methods of his own, that's all.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The candlelight inside Fisher's room gradually extinguished, leaving the blurry moonlight outside to pave the floor like water, illuminating Fisher's thoughts that were like a sage's.

Inside the room was quiet. Only Raphaela, with a rosy complexion and a layer of fine, dense hot sweat on her forehead, lay upon Fisher's chest panting slightly, exhaling a bit of fragrant hot breath.

On her body, her pressed-down Scales swayed slightly. Wisps of docile Steam invisible to the naked eye continuously arose from them, dyeing the blanket and her skin slightly damp, sticking to her rose-colored long hair, making her comfortably narrow her eyes and hug the person beside her a bit tighter.

"Feeling any better?"

From the side, Fisher's inquiry arrived. Keeping one eye closed, Raphaela lifted the other eye to glance at him, denying,

"Not at all..."

"Not at all?"

Behind her, the slender tail leaking out from between the scattered blankets delightfully patted the bed surface, subsequently nodding her head.

Fisher looked down at her puzzledly, only to find she just so happened to also lazily lift her head slightly to look at him.

Meeting Fisher's gaze, Raphaela imperceptibly puffed out her cheeks slightly. Her tail swept the bed surface repeatedly, while her jade-green eyes continuously circled around the extremely conspicuous hickey beside the other party's lips.

Subsequently, amidst Fisher's slightly surprised expression, she leaned her head over somewhat, ruthlessly biting down a kiss on the other side of his lips, exactly one on each side with the previously left mark.

"Mwah!"

She kissed down extremely forcefully onto Fisher's lips, and Fisher remained Motionless, letting her do as she pleased. Only after several tens of seconds passed did she back away a bit of distance while panting, narrowing her eyes to look at the place she had just plowed.

In the end, no matter how much dead strength she exerted, she was unable to leave a strawberry hickey similar to the one just now beside Fisher's Mythical Rank lips.

Raphaela propped up her body. Her slightly puffed cheeks grew rounder and rounder, and her continuously sweeping tail behind her also swayed displeasedly like the tail of a rattlesnake, making Fisher unable to help but chuckle.

Before she opened her Bloody Gaping Mouth deciding to use her sharp dragon fangs to gnaw on him, Fisher gently pressed her head down, hugging her anew into his embrace.

She struggled slightly, and after failing to break free, she languidly searched for another comfortable spot inside his embrace anew to lie down, staring at him deathly with her jade-green eyes, staring until he had no choice but to explain,

"This is not a hickey, merely a mark left behind while researching magic."

"Hehe..."

Raphaela ignored his explanation, merely taking a bite down onto his abdominal muscles, like scratching an itch, yet expressing the situation of "explanation invalidated."

But Fisher himself also felt it was like this. If there really was some lady who possessed such remarkable abilities, he would probably still feel a bit of a guilty conscience, but since there wasn't, then there wasn't; how could he explain it...

However, Raphaela seemingly didn't think it was some unwarranted lady anymore either. Instead she said,

"You absolutely weren't researching magic just now. Researching magic wouldn't result in you using your head to smash the desk, looking so in pain either... What exactly were you doing just now? Is it related to the method to defeat the demons?"

"...No."

Fisher's palm wrapped around Raphaela's delicate body, passing straight down through her waterfall-like supple rose-colored long hair, letting them run through his fingertips.

Raphaela's body shuddered, yet she didn't let the perfunctory Fisher off,

"...You're lying."

"What am I lying about? Didn't I already tell you the method? Those demons didn't break free from the Mother Goddess's seal. It merely requires me to enter the Demon Dynasty to reactivate their seal."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Fisher smiled, but a few thoughts flashed across his eyes.

He just abruptly recalled the contents he saw earlier. His soul didn't have a past, nor past lives. This completely didn't conform to the knowledge about the soul provided by Caleb Uz.

What exactly was going on here? Why did his perspective Come to an Abrupt End the instant he saw that bizarre woman?

This meant he very likely completely didn't have true biological parents in the strict sense. He might have been created by some existence, for example, that woman he saw.

Or perhaps, this was the true origin of Gui mentioning earlier that he was very "special"?

Then, why was his distinctiveness bestowed upon him? Who exactly was that mysterious woman? Was it truly her who created him? And if it was her, then what exact motive did she have?

Even Fisher himself didn't expect that when he learned he had no past lives, a feeling of terror would be generated from the bottom of his heart.

If he had no past lives and was artificially created, then could the people he met and the things he experienced have been arranged? Was he walking inside someone's plan and calculations?

He even feared everything he possessed right now was fake, feared everything he had experienced was artificially arranged. Or perhaps, as long as it was a soul yearning for freedom, it would produce this kind of fear.

It was just a pity Fisher wasn't a Transferred Person from another world. He didn't know the story of "The Truman Show," yet he could empathize with the protagonist Truman's identical state of mind.

"Raphaela, do you believe in things like destiny?"

Amidst the silence, he looked towards Raphaela who was lying on his body feeling somewhat sleepy. She opened one of her comfortably narrowed eyes to look at Fisher, tilted her head slightly and replied,

"Destiny... you mean, Destined?"

"Somewhat similar, but the destiny I speak of might be an existence with consciousness like a deity... A long time ago, I read a play of Naris. It was about an extremely skilled puppeteer who created a Lifelike puppet with consciousness, named 'Duke'. He didn't tell the puppet he was a puppet, letting him believe he was a living, breathing person. Thus, Duke wandered around within Saint-Nazareth and got to know quite a few people, including a hardworking peasant girl who washed clothes... Duke fell in love with this laundress at first sight."

Fisher recalled the story of that play, and while stroking Raphaela's shoulder, he said,

"Just like any adventure story, one day, an unruly rich young master took a fancy to that laundress and wanted to forcefully occupy her. The girl was unwilling, but had no means to resist that young master, thus left with no choice but to wash her face with tears every day.

"Upon learning of this matter, Duke discussed it with other people he knew, wanting to find evidence of the rich young master's daily unruly behavior, sue that rich young master in the Golden Palace court, and save the laundress. Beneath the cheerful story, he experienced hardships and obstacles all the way. With the help of many discussing people, he finally found criminal evidence of that young master, sued him in court, and ultimately achieved victory...

"Right as it was naturally progressing towards a beautiful ending, when Duke defeated the villain and was preparing to enjoy the peak of life and the climax of the play, music abruptly rang out around the court. That puppeteer walked out accompanied by the song... It turned out everything was a part of the puppeteer's play. That rich young master, that laundress, those friends who helped Duke, they were all the puppeteer's actors. They bowed towards the other real audiences, leaving only Duke dumbfounded on the spot, blankly feeling the audiences' mocking gazes..."

In the Nari Language, the name "Duke" was actually a homophone for "joke," and this was also where the connotation of this story lay.

Raphaela opened all of her eyes. She pondered for a moment and said,

"...When we Dragon-kin are born, the elders will follow the soul's guidance to give every Dragon-kin a name. Names normally have special meanings, representing the future destiny of that Dragon-kin."

"Then 'Raphaela', what meaning does this name have in destiny?"

"...It means 'gentle and virtuous'."

"For real?"

Fisher surprisingly shot a glance at Raphaela in his embrace who was yawning. That surprised look made Raphaela freeze slightly, subsequently taking a bite down on his chest, muttering concurrently,

"What, am I not gentle?"

"..."

If you release the dragon fangs biting on my body right now, I might really feel so.

However, perhaps even Raphaela herself felt that using "gentle and virtuous" to describe herself was truly not too fitting. Thus in the next moment, she gently released Fisher's skin and said,

"So, I've never staunchly believed in destiny. So-called destiny is bound to time and circumstance... Perhaps there indeed are certain moments we don't know about where we will usher in an inevitable ending, but before that, we definitely made countless choices ourselves that allowed the ending to fall upon that moment. Perhaps I once also had the opportunity to truly become the gentle 'Raphaela', but the moment I decided to step out of the tribe, decided to be with you, yet decided to separate from you temporarily, everything predestined by destiny had Gone Separate Ways from me..."

Listening to Raphaela's words, Fisher also thought of the Phoenixes' interpretation of destiny, and thought of the choices they made.

This made his heart feel slightly more at ease. Perhaps his destiny had once been forged within his blank past lives, but from birth until now, every decision he made originated from the bottom of his heart and was decided by himself.

Even if his actions were consequently calculated by some truly powerful existence (like that woman with the strange scar on her hand), he still should do so.

"...I understand, Raphaela. I plan to set off for the Demon Dynasty tomorrow. You must be careful when leading the army. Do not initiate combat. You all are not a match for those two demons. Only by sealing them back into the Dynasty anew will the Dragon Court have a sliver of survival."

While Raphaela was advising, when he uttered this sentence, her tail unnaturally raised up instead.

She was originally worried Fisher would do some erroneous, foolish things because of her and the Dragon Court. Now this was great; her own speech just now instead helped him make up his mind?

"Smack, smack..."

Her tail swayed restlessly, hitting Fisher's thigh, causing him to look at Raphaela puzzledly,

"What are you doing?"

"...Nothing. If it's like this, tomorrow I plan to have Jasmine go with you together."

Fisher froze slightly. The first thought in his mind was: There's still such a good thing?

Could it truly be a Gift of Fate, allowing him to unwittingly dissolve the conflict between them?

If that was the case, whether this thing called destiny was good or bad was worth deliberating slightly...

But seeing Fisher's expression of "an unexpected joy," Raphaela dangerously narrowed her eyes, using her tail like a needle to poke him all over, saying concurrently,

"Heh, merely because Jasmine has nothing to do here temporarily. Having her around can also help you out. Moreover, I can also know the specific situation inside the Dynasty through Jasmine to arrange strategic deployments. In such an urgent situation, if you dare to secretly do any bad things behind my back..."

"...That friend and I going together is enough. Jasmine staying by your side, both you and she will be safer."

"..."

Raphaela, however, didn't utter a sound anymore. She merely closed her eyes comfortably, lying prostrately on his body Motionless, preparing to rest.

Inside the room gradually grew quiet, gradually falling into deep sleep.

It was just that no one anticipated, the Sea of Souls within the Spirit World seemed to produce a bit of wonderful connection with Raphaela at this moment, firmly locking onto her lower abdomen...