Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 912 - 30: Pandora (Part 3)

Fisher immediately changed direction, sprinting towards them, leading the giant Holy Object behind him towards the forging platform.

"Gululu!"

But Helair still smiled with his hands behind his back, without any intention of intervening. However, in the next second, a terrifying suction force suddenly emanated from the depths of the forge tower, easily lifting the gigantic Holy Object. It seemed as if there was a black hole inside the tower, and in an instant, the bubbling Holy Object was absorbed and became smaller, eventually disappearing above the tower.

"..."

The Fifth Day instantly became silent. The Angels watching from not far away quickly averted their gaze upon seeing the tower, yet did not immediately start their own forging. In an instant, the entire Fifth Day became quietly in harmony, and Fisher could only hear his own breathing...

He looked up towards the high platform, seeing Helair still smiling with no expression, while Hooked Kiss motioned towards the inside of the tower with his lips, seemingly signaling for him to come up.

After pondering for a moment, Fisher climbed the stairs up this pristine white tower standing at the edge of the Fifth Day. Like the other buildings of the Holy Land, the style of this tower was harmonious and beautiful, with the Angels’ unique symmetrical beauty. The internal temperature of the tower was extremely high, proving it to be an operational forge.

Fisher quickly ascended the tower, but neither Hooked Kiss nor Helair spoke, instead, an ethereal female voice came from within the tower,

"You just ran from Michael’s forging room all the way here, seventeen Angels saw you being chased along the way, yet none reached out to stop it, why do you think that is?"

Fisher knew the voice was questioning him. He thought for a second and said,

"Because I am Human, and there’s no need for Mythical Species Angels to save a human?"

"Besides being a Human, you are also a guest appointed by the seven of us. The Angels have a duty to ensure your safety; excluding that guest status, aside from me and a few Angels, regardless of race, Angels won’t take action to help because it’s irrelevant... The real reason no one helped you is that this thing belongs to Archangel Michael. Angels know well he cherishes his creations and dare not act rashly."

Fisher paused for a moment, and with Helair’s smiling consent, he entered the tower with Hooked Kiss. The top of the tower was empty, with nothing but a forge emitting terrifying high temperatures in the center. Sitting before the scorching forge was a powerful Angel with long silver hair, three pairs of silver wings, with her back to Fisher...

Her rank was a full nineteen ranks.

Just seeing the back of this silver-haired Angel, who was human-like and held the Holy Grail he desired, Fisher’s breath invariably became slightly rapid, and he seized the opportunity to speak,

"Archangel Sariel."

"...In truth, compared to that name, I prefer the designation other races use for me."

The Angel Leader turned her head with a quiet smile. Only then did Fisher realize her eyes were covered by a silvery-gold sash-like Holy Object, fully concealing the absence of her eyes and transforming the abruptness into a kindly beautiful demeanor.

In her hands, she held a tightly shut square iron box, seemingly containing the semi-transparent viscous relic that had been chasing Fisher all day. Upon hearing her words, Fisher hesitated for a moment and tentatively said,

"Pandora Angel Leader."

Upon hearing this title, her beautiful smile deepened, then she gently tossed the iron box she was holding to Fisher before turning back towards the blazing, terrifyingly hot forge.

She seemed to be forging something.

"This is Archangel Michael’s cherished personal toy. He usually likes to fly to other planets to enjoy, but it got accidentally activated just now. It’s quiet now. Just return it to his forge room later."

With a face full of exasperation, Fisher looked at the small iron box in his hand. Hooked Kiss also curiously glanced at the box before turning to the shirtless Fisher, softly asking,

"How did you end up without a shirt while running? Was it too hot?"

"...This toy corroded my clothes. Who could have known Archangel Michael designed such a thing just to corrode clothing?"

Hooked Kiss opened his mouth, belatedly looked at Pandora, who had her back to them, and realized what the toy was for. He hesitated for a long time without saying a word, fearing he might utter something too blunt, so he could only awkwardly give a big thumbs-up to express his current feelings.

"Mr. Fisher, Mr. Hooked Kiss... Ha, you are here."

At this moment, Tangze Asuka, who was worried for Fisher, ran over panting after twisting her ankle, slightly recovering. Hooked Kiss, seeing her wrapped securely in Fisher’s coat with torn socks, raised his eyebrows, roughly understanding the situation, and commented with a smile,

"Ah, it seems Little Tang Ze also got tricked by that silly clothing erosion toy."