The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 591: Succubus

When Fisher pushed open the large doors of Eliog's Castle anew, revealing the unchanging molten lava scenery outside where day and night were indistinguishable, Fisher also couldn't help but let out a long breath of relief. In his inner heart he actually still felt some guilt.

Because he still remembered before setting off with Jasmine, he had promised Raphaela saying he wouldn't do anything to Jasmine. But looking at it now he had broken his word. Not only did he do something to Jasmine, and moreover did quite a lot.

But thinking carefully about it, under the previous circumstances he completely couldn't do anything anyway.

Because he had to awaken Eliog, a massive amount of Soul Energy was extracted from him, causing him to become weak and unable to resist; and his body also had Helaire's mark, causing the awakened Eliog to be very angry and wanting to punish him; before the punishment was even halfway through, it was interrupted by the suddenly barging in Jasmine. Because of long-endured grievances that hadn't erupted previously as well as jealousy towards Eliog, she tied him up and punished him to her heart's content...

Looking over the entire process, Fisher was also truly helpless. Seemed like all the accidents that occurred couldn't be controlled by his will. No wonder he—but if you insist on talking about fault he could also be blamed. If he hadn't provoked Eliog, hadn't provoked Helaire, the current unprovoked disaster wouldn't have happened right?

"You finally came out!"

Just as Fisher was reflecting in his inner heart, Emhart with dead-fish eyes quickly flew over from the outside of the castle. He swept a glance at Fisher's current Refreshed and Invigorated appearance, unable to help but sigh and roast,

"I had thought Jasmine going in would at least cause a huge ruckus. Seeing you guys not coming out for so long I knew you did bad things again..."

"..."

Emhart indeed understood Fisher. He was almost Accustomed to the approximate duration of him doing bad things.Before Fisher could open his mouth to answer, the flush-faced Jasmine behind him had already dressed neatly and walked out brightly like the sun. Smilingly greeting Emhart,

"Mr. Sir Book Artifact!"

"..."

Emhart opened his mouth, subsequently saying Weakly And Feebly,

"Fisher you truly are not human. If this matter is known to Raphaela... tsk tsk tsk."

"I..."

Exactly as the entanglement Fisher felt right when he came out, he also felt his previous actions were somewhat impulsive. Moreover even if he wanted to do it, he should have chosen a more suitable time, instead of forcefully forcing himself upon her in such a hurry.

But Jasmine was already no longer that obedient student who listened to his every word previously. Her previous actions weren't controlled by Fisher's will. Now facing Emhart's accusation, Jasmine also clenched her pink fists taking the initiative to explain,

"Sir Book Artifact, I merely wanted to punish Teacher Fisher! Moreover clearly ever since Teacher Fisher returned he had continuously stayed together with Raphaela. Saying he was coming to find me previously yet didn't find me at all, completely not keeping his word!"

Emhart looked at her with dead-fish eyes, subsequently shaking his head perfunctorily,

"Ah yes yes yes... but how did you this fellow suddenly become so combative. Clearly back in Naris and the Dragon Court you weren't like this."

"This is all to blame Teacher Fisher, and the other females he knows bullying me..."

Fisher patted her head, making the Jasmine who still wanted to say something stop in place, comfortably enjoying his head pat. And Fisher also appropriately stopped this topic, entering the main subject,

"We have to hurry up. Eliog has already decided to help us. With her help we can also be a bit more relaxed. We've rested enough, this matter should not be delayed, let's set off quickly."

Emhart threw a glance at the empty and hollow palace behind, yet didn't see that Demon God with a face full of sleepiness. Thus questioning doubtfully,

"Where is Eliog? Is she not setting off together with us?"

"We must first destroy the Portals to here belonging to Agreas and Barbatos. This can delay them for a long time. And their palaces are one behind the [Gate of Curiosity], one behind the [Gate of Expression]. To set off together would delay for a very long time... so, she'll go to Agreas's side first to close his Portal, and we are responsible for Barbatos's..."

Emhart nodded his head, then flying onto his shoulder to stand firm. Then listening to Fisher looking at a certain direction continue to say,

"We will first go regroup with Holland. He lies exactly at the edge of the Gate of Victory. Setting off from that direction passing through the [Gate of Carnal Desire] then we can arrive at Barbatos's palace in the Gate of Expression... as for the Base, Jasmine seems to be able to feel the existence of that Base, seeming to be in the vicinity of the [Gate of Knowledge]. We'll regroup with Eliog there last."

"Gate of Knowledge?"

When this vocabulary popped out of Fisher's mouth, Emhart then found it hard to suppress a shudder throughout his body. Seeming to recall some unbearable pain and fear from his memories.

"Bai... Baimon's palace is right there!"

Holding it in for a long while, the first sentence he spoke was this.

Fisher also nodded, conveniently saying,

"Eliog has previously went there to take a look. Helaire has already not returned to her palace for a very long time. That place is already nearing abandonment. If she isn't watching us right now, then highly likely she also wouldn't know we've already arrived at the Demon Dynasty."

"Really?!"

"Mm."

Actually Fisher felt somewhat curious about the method Helaire used to monitor him. Just like Renee and the Chaos-kin, they were all in the Spirit World, outside the envelopment of the world, and their Tiers were extremely high. It was truly normal to be able to see his every move.

But how did Helaire do it?

Her current Tier was roughly between the Eighteenth and Nineteenth Tier. Also shouldn't have any particularly formidable monitoring means. It wouldn't go as far as being able to stare at him every hour and moment right?

However at least he comforted Emhart a bit. Subsequently they set off together, naturally moving towards the edge of the Gate of Victory.

"Aiya, Guest, have you handed over my letter of gratitude and gift to Demon God Eliog?"

When they leaped back to the previous place, that Solomon wrapped tightly in bandages resembling a skeleton trembled and slightly walked out from his crude and small black stone house. Seeing Fisher's empty hands, he then visibly revealed happiness.

Fisher nodded indicating affirmation, and he became even more excited. Walking before Fisher preparing to fulfill his previous promise,

"Good good good... then, does Guest have any need for help? Although I might not be able to provide any major help, but once there is a need please do not hesitate."

"...We don't have anything needing help. Merely doing it in passing. I've appreciatively received your good intentions."

Hearing this Solomon nodded. Then smilingly pointing at his chest, seemingly pointing at that demon Scroll on Fisher's body. Simultaneously saying,

"Alright then, Guest if you wish to know anything, actually on that Scroll of mine previously it was already written very clearly. If there's still anything you don't understand and wish to contact me you can tell these Little Demons beside. Although they might not be able to communicate, but as long as you speak my name, they will definitely come find me."

Fisher raised an eyebrow, couldn't help but ask doubtfully,

"A prisoner like you deceived by Demon God Baal can still manipulate these Little Demons?"

The dry face of Solomon hidden beneath bandages smiled bitterly. Subsequently explaining,

"Also doesn't count as manipulating. Merely able to understand the thoughts of these beasts. Getting along for a long time one can achieve it."

The Jasmine behind rubbed Fisher's hand. Making him unable to help but turn his head around to look, yet seeing Jasmine also looking at the stone wall beside. Faintly climbing on and hiding above were those mindless Little Demons. All of them were using their soulless yet faintly glowing eyes to stare at their group of people, giving people an uncomfortable feeling.

"...Farewell."

"Ai, walk slowly, Guest."

Fisher didn't stay long. Turning his head he then held Jasmine's hand and advanced towards the direction Eliog pointed out previously.

He was Mythic Rank. Moreover because he just did it, having the Post-Reproduction Enhancement Buff attribute at play, his body was far more agile than the past. And Jasmine was also light-bodied, continuously fluttering and flying up and down the molten lava. Every ten miles or so they could see a palace whose scale wasn't as good as Eliog's and whose image and style varied. Presumably occupied by a Demon God originally.

Also exactly as Eliog said, actually the connections between these Demon Gods themselves were very limited. Except for a minority like the partner relationship between Barbatos and Cidi, and the intimate friend relationship between Agreas and Eliog. The remaining demons basically all did their own things, ignoring each other. Even the palaces were built very far away from each other.

"Speaking of which, Teacher Fisher, didn't you say previously, those two demons named... mm, Barbatos and Agreas were released by Baimon, using the freedom of the demons as remuneration to drive them. Demon Barbatos listening to her words I can understand. Because previously Sir Book Artifact said he had a partner named 'Cidi'... then what about Agreas, does he also have a partner needing to be rescued?"

"No, Agreas doesn't have a partner."

"Then this group of demons seem to all have not so good relationships with each other. Why did Agreas still want to help Baimon?"

The Emhart standing on Fisher's shoulder shook his head saying like this. And Fisher recalled a bit, also saying,

"Previously Eliog told me, the relationships between demons are all very loose. And at that time I still didn't know they originally still had four top-level [Monarchs] existing, Baimon is exactly one of them. But even if it's like this, these Monarchs also don't really manage matters much, and also don't care much about compatriots. Merely becoming King because of formidable strength and profound knowledge... but only Agreas alone is an exception. He manages matters within the Dynasty very much. It can be said, besides the four Monarchs, he is the decision maker within the Demon Dynasty.

"He actively took on responsibilities for matters unrelated to him, which also means, there are matters he feels are worthwhile, that he wishes to participate in. Thus having a lot of intimate friends within the Dynasty, Eliog is one of them. Otherwise with her lazy personality she wouldn't have agreed to leave the Dynasty to pursue and kill Erwind. It seems he still highly values the feelings with those intimate friends, otherwise he also wouldn't have agreed to Helaire's invitation..."

Looking at the bewildered Jasmine behind him, Fisher smiled slightly. Turning back to look at her asking,

"Didn't Xuan... uh, your mother tell you these?"

Fisher originally subconsciously wanted to say "Aunt Xuan Can", but for some reason, the face of brother Gou Wen surfaced in his mind again. Xuan Can is his wife, however he called her it all felt somewhat strange. So he simply had no choice but to use even more non-specific references.

"Mm, no, Mom never told me about the Demon Dynasty. But perhaps she had visited previously, because my home also has a broken dagger possessing a very weird aura... Mom said that thing is the creation of demons, called what... Rune again?"

Dagger?

Rune?

Fisher listening to these two familiar concepts, suddenly raised an eyebrow. Somewhat Unbelievable in his inner heart. Simultaneously probing with words,

"You mean, the Death Rune?"

"...Mm, seems like it's called this. But I seemingly didn't feel any aura of death on it ah."

"..."

Of course you couldn't feel it, because that thing had already been used. Anyway back then Fisher in the Northern Border deeply stabbed that thing into Erwind's body, and the aura of death on that thing transferred onto Erwind and himself in an instant. That Rune also turned into a useless blade.

But, the first Death Rune produced by Agreas is with Xuan Can?

Then what existence was it used on back then, why did it run to Xuan Can's side again.

Fisher felt somewhat puzzled. But seeing Jasmine right now also confused in a fog. Evidently she back then didn't have any profound impression of the "small ornament" her God of Destruction mother placed in the house. And also didn't know the terrifying power behind those items and Xuan Can's glorious battle record.

"Fisher look quickly, we form to be almost arriving at the edge of the Gate of Victory!"

Fisher no longer pursued the question. Instead the Emhart continuously looking at the road from his shoulder suddenly voiced out to remind. Looking ahead following his voice, Fisher and Jasmine quickly saw a bit of dense pinkness at the end of the shrinking canyon valley on both sides.

The molten lava cave they were originally in, besides the color of the magma being scarlet, the most standard feature was the top and bottom lava reefs being dark rocks resembling obsidian. But at the end of the massive road ahead, behind a stone gate several dozen meters tall, it was full of white-clean stones resembling sand simultaneously revealing a tiny bit of pink. Bright like heaven, still radiating wisps of extremely pleasant floral fragrance. Compared to the burnt molten lava feeling on this side, it was simply worlds apart.

"That's the Gate of Carnal Desire? But where did the Death Minister go? Didn't Eliog say he was in this vicinity?"

Fisher muttered a sentence. Not hurriedly sizing up the Dynasty scenery over there perfectly matching its name. Instead looking around in four directions, seeking that tall and slender figure of the Carduan.

"Aiya, where are you going ah, don't leave ya~"

"Come play sir~"

"Ya! So bad!"

Exactly at this moment, Fisher's group seemingly heard wisps of decadent sounds transmitting from the side of the gate doors. That sound was charming and lively, seemingly plucking at heartstrings. Just hearing the sound could make Jasmine Flushed with Shame, starting to imagine what kind of scene that should be in her mind.

And Fisher also raised an eyebrow, taking Jasmine continuing to walk forward. Quickly seeing quite a few female figures at the other end of the gate doors.

Every single one of those figures' heights and body shapes varied, yet possessing an almost identically seductive and graceful curve. Their appearances and facial features were all top tier beautifully handsome. Left in Naris who knew how they would be exalted. Hair colors and lengths all varied. The curvy ones having a prominent front and perky backside no need to mention. Even the flat board-like ones with not much figure possessed smooth curves, making one's imagination run wild viewing them.

On the back of every single one of them grew a pair of medium-sized bat-like wings. Behind them, unlike Eliog's thick arrow-head tail, their tails were more petite and cute. The end also presenting a shape resembling a small heart, burning a flame of consciousness resembling a small fireball above.

Just seeing them, Fisher felt the Demi-Human Girl Completion Manual on his chest starting to heat up. Clearly just a kind of demon, yet making it extraordinarily excited, not knowing what nerve was poked.

"Those are Demon Attendants?"

Their clothing was revealing. Seeming as if afraid of heat and poor to the point of not even being able to buy fabric. Short skirts and thin strips of cloth looming indistinctly outlining the beautiful parts of females. Arousing people's Blood-Pumping.

"Ah, and moreover the Demon Attendants behind the Gate of Carnal Desire... uh, meaning those what you humans called in ancient times [Succubus]. Their true nature is relying on carnal desire to obtain Food, extracting Fallen Self-Nature."

Emhart sighed. Turning his head to look at the Fisher beside him, roasting,

"Why don't you go become a Succubus, it feels quite suitable—ouch!"

Fisher wordlessly patted him once. Smacking his slander back into his brain. Before he could furiously scold back, Fisher had already preemptively opened his mouth saying,

"The Death Minister is right there."

"Where, how come I didn't see anything?"

Emhart looked around. Yet only saw those warbling swallows and singing orioles. Didn't see that figure standing out like a crane amidst a flock of chickens.

But Fisher narrowed his eyes, looking towards the middle of that group of Succubi. After being silent for a moment he said,

"He is underneath them."