Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 897 - 26: World Tree Tear (5k)_2

"Have you finished asking?"

"Ask... did you hear the conversation between me and Hooked kiss?"

Helair turned his head with a smile, pointing at Fisher and said,

"According to your human classification, I’m about a Sixteenth Rank, a bona fide mythical creature. Just because humans can’t perceive me doesn’t mean I can’t perceive them. But don’t worry, I’ve covered for you a bit. Lord Michael won’t hear anything, and he’s still focused on his forging, so won’t pay you much attention anyway."

Fisher was slightly taken aback, looking carefully at Helair before him, seemingly not expecting her to help him like this,

"...Thank you."

"No problem, consider it compensation for pulling me into the shockwave just now when you reached out... Alright, let’s head to see Lord Michael."

She held her hands behind her, strolling barefoot and leisurely towards Michael’s forging room. Fisher only needed to quicken his pace a bit to walk alongside her. Fisher pondered for a moment and suddenly asked her,

"Then, should I tell Michael about needing the World Tree Tear for the forging technique?"

"You only see me as an angel helping you now? Isn’t it a bit late... So, it’s true that the World Tree Tear is needed?"

"Yes."

"Then what’s there not to tell him? After all, I’m quite eager to see how the Michael Angel, so focused on forging, will solve an almost impossible problem. Just a little bit of anticipation..."

"...Is this part of the fun too?"

"Oh, seems like you’ve already understood a tiny fraction of me, not bad. With such perceptiveness and eloquence, you must have good relationships with other women, maybe not just one, right?"

Fisher didn’t answer her, just continuing to think,

"I’m just worried, even if I say I can help him make it, he might see it as a delay tactic and flip the table, if he’s smart."

Helair didn’t answer him either, just imaginatively said with a smile,

"What if one day, you gather all the women related to you together and tell them about the things you’ve done outside, wouldn’t that be fun? Do you think they’d start fighting each other first or cut you to death first? Gosh, just thinking about it is exciting. If I weren’t an angel and could frequently come down to earth, I’d probably witness more interesting things."

"..."

Indeed, communicating with this strange angel is completely impossible, not even a little.

Fisher remained silent, not speaking to Helair anymore, and she also smiled, not initiating any more conversation. They had arrived at the door of Michael’s room where the Gospel Relics were forged. The heat had diminished quite a bit, and the unique cold of the cosmos had once again crept up, making Fisher involuntarily shiver his cold fingers.

Michael sat gracefully at the far end of the room on a white stone chair. His long white robe trailed off far away, his long red hair and extremely handsome face bore not a hint of gender, giving him a divine appearance.

He held in one hand an item still radiating terrifying heat, which seemed to be the semi-finished product he was hammering earlier. The golden short hammer lay at his feet, enveloped in a misty golden glow...

"Lord Michael, I’ve brought the person."

Upon hearing Helair’s words, Michael didn’t even look at Fisher before him, but suddenly spoke,

"In this world, I only know one way to impart consciousness, which is to draw a wisp from the sea of consciousness in the Spirit Realm, either infusing it with life’s power or through innate reproduction into another life... But reproduction is the weakened power the Main God grants to His people, so I say there’s only one way to go. Many angels and I have tried to surpass the soul using skills, but we all inevitably failed in the end and had to give up. Until today, you appear with that conscious-yet-soulless item in the Holy Land..."

Michael gradually moved his gaze from the item in his hand to Fisher. Even though he restrained himself, that high-rank-induced spatial distortion made Fisher feel somewhat uncomfortable,

"You should have already met another transferee and should know the promise I made to him... So the same goes for you. As long as you can tell me the method to forge such an item, I can not only let you leave but also satisfy one of your requests to the best of my ability."

Fisher glanced at the shiny Gospel Relics nearby, stayed silent for a moment, and unexpectedly asked,

"Does the angel mean you’ve tried to create conscious holy objects before?"

Michael leaned back in the stone chair, tossing the unfinished item onto a nearby table, closed his eyes, and said,

"I don’t like questions. Just tell me the forging method."

"The forging requires the World Tree Tear, one for each item."

Michael suddenly opened his eyes, and the Sun Ring above began to rotate, making a sharp "ka ka" sound in the increasingly turbulent ether sea. He slapped his cheek and turned to look at Helair standing beside him, calmly saying,

"Did you set him up to deceive me, or have Sariel and Remiel already been told the real method by him?"

Helair hurriedly waved her hand, smiling as she said,