Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

Fisher glanced at Emhardt and splashed him with a bucket of cold water,

"Earlier you were taken away by Gabriel, so you don’t know, back then the Demon Species hadn’t been born yet."

"What?! So Paimon was originally a Holy Descendant? I... I I... She she she..."

Looking at Emhardt who was currently dumbfounded, Fisher guessed that the dream he held about all Holy Descendants except Gabriel had completely shattered... Of course, the main reason for this was still Archangel Michael, who had been bullying him.

However, when it came to words, Emhardt was particularly certain about one thing,

"Paim... Paimon being a Holy... it’s okay even if she’s an Angel! She’s definitely plotting something against you! Fisher! You mustn’t let your guard down! You... that night... with her like that, could it be that a part of your body is already missing?"

He flew around, glancing up and down Fisher, afraid that some part of Fisher had been eaten by Helair.

Fisher thought to himself that the part she ate could regenerate... but aside from this near emotional flood from Emhardt, he felt increasingly curious and cautious about the enigmatic Helair, and for some reason, he also felt a sense of relief.

Because if Helair is Paimon, it means that she is still alive in the present, and unlike other Demon Gods, she hasn’t been locked by the Mother Goddess to the core of the Demon God Pillar...

Hmm, this just so happens to explain why the Mother Goddess hasn’t locked Helair’s Demon God Pillar, because she’s not a demon at all, therefore, there is no Demon God Pillar.

"You you you! You must be worried about Paimon, aren’t you?! Fisher, you lustful thing! Quick! Wake up! Wake up!"

"Thunk! Thunk!"

Just as Fisher was contemplating the current situation of Helair, Emhardt seemingly guessed Fisher’s thoughts. He then, as if seeing something terribly frightening, immediately began hitting Fisher’s head with his own, as if trying to completely wake him up.

"Stop thinking! Stop thinking! Fisher, you’ve been completely brainwashed by her! Hurry and come to your senses!"

Fisher helplessly extended his hand to stop Emhardt’s attack. In fact, he barely sensed any of the "evilness" of Paimon that Emhardt described.

Until now, what he felt more from Helair was a kind of teasing.

But he did not let down his guard, so he asked,

"I am very awake right now, and I haven’t been brainwashed. But I’m indeed curious, what exactly did Paimon... Helair do to you in the demon’s Abyss, and what did you see that made you fear her so much."

Compared to "Paimon," Fisher still preferred to call that evil angel "Helair."

"She..."

Emhardt was about to say something indignantly, but the words stuck in his throat like a fish bone, making his face sluggish and painfully unable to speak for a while.

"The... prohibition... I can’t say what I saw there..."

Indeed, Emhardt had told him before that a portion of what he saw there was forcibly "torn away," thus forgotten. And another portion wasn’t torn away but was imposed by Helair with a prohibition that rendered it unspeakable.

Those things seen were ripped away, but the deep fear remained, making Emhardt apprehensive until now.

Seeing his genuinely frightened appearance, Fisher’s eyes slightly moved. He patted Emhardt on the book cover to let him relax,

"I understand, don’t worry, I’ll be cautious of her. Even though that night... Anyway, if there’s any issue, I will ask face-to-face."

Fisher did indeed feel some doubts.

If Paimon is Helair, she should have known him long ago, then why did she never show up or seek him before?

No, maybe she did seek him, but just didn’t reveal her identity...

Suddenly, he thought of the previous incident in the Northern Realm, Heidlin beside Valentina, according to Emhardt’s report, she seemed to be Paimon, and back then, she also had an unusual enthusiasm toward him...

He wasn’t sure about the relationship between the actions he made after traveling to the past and their influence on the present...

Whether "it is indeed my actions that accomplished the present," or "my actions changed the present."

If it’s the former, then his doubts are normal, could it be that Helair fears premature acquaintance might rather cause the change in "traveling back to the past" matters?

If the latter, then Fisher wouldn’t dare to imagine the consequences of everything he did in the past on the present.

For instance...

They now inexplicably ran from Storm Sea to South Continent...

Although they had escaped death and returned from the past to the present, Fisher’s mind still had many lingering questions.

He only planned to first find a populated place to settle down, and then make other decisions.

Now with the Doomsday Prophecy resolved, and having left death behind, his future, if not "the sky is the limit," is at least "vast and open."

He finally faced the debts he had previously accrued.

Just in time, they had reached the South Continent, he would meet Rafael, whom he had not seen for a long time, and urgently wanted to know her current situation; he also promised Elizabeth he would return, and he would have to handle the promises between them; he promised Valentina he would give her a real wedding ring; he promised Renie he would stay by her side later...

A pile of names in the past, now adding the search for Tangze Asuka and Helair.

The more he thought, the more densely cold sweat formed on Fisher’s forehead, already injured physically.

Just then, a sudden sound of rapid hooves came from the wilds ahead.

"Thud thud thud!"

"Hiss hiss!"

In sight, was a black carriage, originally the owner of the carriage hadn’t noticed Fisher, and Fisher hadn’t paid much attention to that side due to thinking about things.

Unexpectedly, the horse pulling the carriage, upon approaching Fisher, whether it was sensing the mythical rank aura on him or not, suddenly halted in fright where it stood, unwilling to move forward.

"Hey! This horse... hey! Get moving! I’m in a hurry!"

As the horse stopped, the figure holding the reins shouted loudly. This voice attracted Fisher’s attention, because the person was speaking some language from the South Continent.

Although Fisher could understand it due to the translating artifact implanted earlier in the Holy Land, when he looked over, he still felt quite surprised.

Because at this moment, holding the reins, was a goblin beastman dressed in an oversized Nali outfit?

Fisher slightly froze, then couldn’t help but approach the cursing goblin in front to examine, and as he got closer, the horse which was unwilling to move further shivered more violently.

And that goblin, already in a bad mood, became more irritable after sensing someone approaching. Originally looking at the beggar-like attire, he was about to curse, but upon seeing Fisher’s fair and tender human face, the beastman froze slightly, holding back a bit.

Yet, even so, his expression was still not particularly friendly or warm, he only asked Fisher,

"What do you want, sir?"

Spoken in Nali Language.

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Fisher felt even more puzzled, looking a bit confused at the goblin beastman and carriage, then also asked in Nali Language,

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

"Here?"

The beastman slightly froze, seemingly not understanding Fisher’s question, but upon hearing Fisher’s Nali Language and feeling the unique aura of the man in front, he answered patiently,

"Here... is New Dragon Court."