The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

"Voluntary Explorer" Eimhart passed silently through the woods. He surveyed his surroundings somewhat bored to death, but it seemed nothing could pique his interest.

As a Relic, Eimhart actually didn't need sleep. For him, sleep was more like an option to "skip" a period of time, allowing his spirit to be more vigorous, but it was completely unnecessary.

Eimhart was an out-and-out coward. Sleeping without protection made him feel very insecure, so most of the time, he didn't need to sleep at all, only doing so when traveling with Fisher.

Therefore, when Fisher wasn't by his side, the nights felt exceptionally long and boring.

But who could blame that thirsty Dragon Queen for returning to his side right now? Who knew how long the collision between those two powerhouses would last? He could return a bit later.

What should he do?

Eimhart pondered as he flew, even contemplating just slumping in some unknown corner to wait until dawn.

He lingered hesitantly among the trees. Right at this moment, he caught an unknown scent that only he could smell. His single eye widened slightly. As if led by the nose by that invisible scent, he involuntarily turned his book cover towards that direction...

"Ugh, this smell... could there actually be something of value in this deep remote mountain forest?"

After pondering for a moment, he flew in that direction. Before long, he spotted faint firelight in the dense forest, dyeing the dark woods around it in a layer of warm hues.

Eimhart carefully clung to the backs of the trees, using them as cover while slowly shifting his body forward. He soon got a clear view of the scene near the firelight.

It turned out someone had started a campfire there. Four figures of different races and attires sat around it, but judging from their outfits and weapons, they should be the Red Dragon Court's army. It wasn't clear if this was a night guard unit responsible for patrols.

Leading them was a yellow Dragon-kin wearing a complete set of standard linen clothing, sitting beside a boulder. Beside him rested a massive greatsword, while he himself smilingly grasped a Dagger, engraving something onto that boulder.

"Boss Buer, what are you engraving?"

Eimhart blinked, quickly realizing that the thing emitting the fragrance attracting him earlier was precisely what that yellow Dragon-kin was engraving on the stone.

That was...

Hearing the inquiry from the Wolfman-kin carrying a musket behind him, that yellow Dragon-kin laughed heartily and turned his head back to reply,

"It's a [Dragon Song], just recording some things."

"A Dragon Song? What's that? I've never heard of it."

"According to my wife, it's a very ancient art form of our Dragon-kin. I had never heard of it before either; I heard it from my wife and the Queen Mother."

"What does it say? Let me hear it,"

Beside that Wolfman-kin, a human woman with quite long black hair that seemed uncombed for a long time smiled slightly and coaxed the Dragon-kin named "Buer."

"Hey, the things recorded in the Dragon Song are just some things I'm thinking about in my heart, nothing presentable..."

"Come on, Sister-in-law Mill is almost having her third child. Could it be related to that?"

The Wolfman-kin smilingly came closer. Looking at the Crests engraved on the stone, which had a similar charm to the magic engraved by humans, he spoke thus.

"Hey, no, no, stop teasing..."

Eimhart, hiding behind the tree, stared intently at the faintly glowing Dragon Song engraved on the stone, and indeed found some clues.

Previously, when he wandered the Southern Continent, the Dragon Songs he saw were all left behind by Dragon-kin from a long time ago. Although he could read some of the content, he merely felt it was nothing more than some poetic art carved on walls, unable to connect it with the concept of the "Song of the Soul."

Only now, seeing a Dragon-kin actually carving a Dragon Song, did he immediately think of the magic Fisher engraved.

So that's it! This group of Dragon-kin utilized the soul energy contained within their Dragon Horns to express their thoughts and feelings!

Eimhart squinted to peek. He saw the brightly glowing text on the stone twist little by little, seemingly floating up slowly in his eyes, forming streaks of scorching light.

Simultaneously, an unknown high-pitched singing voice, akin to the Dragon-kin Buer's, reached his ears.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The scene before Eimhart's eyes abruptly changed, turning into two sharply contrasted black-and-white silhouettes. One of them had unique dual horns and a long tail. At first glance, Eimhart thought of Fisher's lover, Raphaela!

Who was the other one?

Eimhart couldn't see clearly. It seemed because that silhouette wore heavy, sparkling golden armor, concealing many of her features. He could only make out from the armor's contour that she also seemed to be female.

"Friendship like gold, fighting for freedom; Friendship like blazing fire, helping each other through hardships!"

The scene before him constantly shifted. Eimhart seemingly saw those two females facing various difficulties together. The connection between them emitted standard golden light, leading the banners of the countless Dragon Court behind them while singing loudly, as if wanting to transform into a true giant dragon soaring into the sky.

Just by looking at that Dragon Song, Eimhart could feel the profound comrades-in-arms friendship between Raphaela and that companion. Even other people like Buer were evidently very grateful to these two leaders fighting hand in hand.

"Oh Queen, you fight blade in hand at the front; Oh Priestess, you gather herbs and settle the rear!"

The scene within the Dragon Song underwent a distinct change again, splitting into two ends. Raphaela bathed in blood, fighting hard with a blade at the front; while at the other end, the unknown Demi-human wearing Golden Armor stayed within the Dragon Court, organizing production and maintaining Order.

One at the front, one at the back; the two gazed at each other across the distance, supporting one another.

"But ah, how numerous our obstacles are; But ah, how numerous our confusions are."

The scene abruptly turned gloomy. Above, a pure golden sun, akin to a hideous eyeball stained with blood, slowly rose. What should have been radiantly illuminating sunlight swallowed everything around it in an instant, casting darkness over the land of the Southern Continent, as well as over Raphaela and that unknown female Demi-human.

The raging flames of war fueled by blood continuously consumed the land. Amidst the piles of countless corpses, a yellow Dragon-kin gazed at his exhausted comrades-in-arms, gazed at the Queen and Priestess fighting with blood and tears. While overflowing with fighting spirit, he also couldn't help but ask,

"When can the war stop, so I can lay down the weapon in my hands? When can the blades and soldiers rest, so I can pick up farming tools and embrace my wife and children?"

The instant that Dragon Song ceased, a dizzy and confused Eimhart crashed into a nearby tree, dropping to the ground uncontrollably from mid-air.

"Pata!"

The several people over there were also all looking absent-mindedly at the Dragon Song Buer had engraved on the boulder. Perhaps this Buer indeed lacked any experience creating Dragon Songs; whether in technique or experience, it fell far short of those Eimhart had read in the past.

But a Dragon Song is a Dragon Song after all. It emphasizes the resonance between souls, not creative technique.

The other comrades-in-arms were all Dragon Court soldiers stuck in the quagmire of war. Naturally, they felt deeply touched by Buer's thoughts, becoming entirely immersed in it. Only when a dropping sound came from the grass not far away did they just manage to snap back to reality.

At the edge of the campfire, that black-haired human woman paused slightly, then wiped her moist eyes, looking vigilantly towards that direction, speaking up to ask,

"Who is it?"

"..."

However, after a moment's pause, there was no sound from over there.

The woman turned her head to exchange glances with her companions. Subsequently, they all raised the weapons in their hands, walking towards that direction, on guard against any possible ambush from the northern Pseudo-Court.

It's just, after waiting for a moment, they only saw a book with a single eye lying dizzy and confused on the ground.

"Blegh... So this is... a Dragon Song? My head is so dizzy..."

"Boss Buer, this is a... book? And it can even talk?"

The sound of that female voice reporting reached him, pulling Eimhart's already extremely blurry consciousness back. He groggily looked ahead, but only saw the silhouette of a black-haired woman.

Huh, this figure...

I seem to have seen her somewhere...

Amidst the blurriness where the sky turned dark and the earth spun, a memory seemingly non-existent abruptly popped out before Eimhart's eyes.

He seemed to have seen a human woman who also had long black hair that grew to cover her entire face and features.

Her clothing was ragged, and a smile he couldn't see clearly seemed to hang on the corners of her mouth.

She seemed to have spoken some words to him a very, very long time ago...

Hmm, what did she say again...

"Little thing, do you know how precious you are?"

"But of course, I am the great Sir Book Artifact!"

"Hahahaha, hello, hello, great Sir Book Artifact. I am the great Ultraman."

"...What's that?"

"A guy slightly more formidable than you."

"There is nothing more formidable than me in this world."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then what are you still searching for here? If you are that formidable, shouldn't you have found anything?"

"I am looking for the Holy Progeny who created me and the Sanctuary they lived in. Do you know where they are?"

"Oh my, I don't know..."

"Aren't you slightly more formidable than me? How can you not know anything?"

"Because I'm a lunatic. It's very possible I knew, but forgot."

"Hehe..."

"But I can help you with something else..."

That blurry figure before him approached bit by bit, seemingly very similar to a certain person from a very, very long time ago...

It seemed that before leaving, she said to him,

"Hey, little guy, I can make people outside the know fail to notice your preciousness. In the eyes of most, no matter what shocking words you utter, no matter how miraculous your exterior, they will only discover your mediocrity, and display their friendliness... Unless you yourself wish it, no one will have wicked ideas about you. This way, you can go wherever you want, and one day you will definitely find your Sanctuary. How does that sound?"

"...But then, no one will know my greatness! If others could see my greatness, those who know of the Holy Progeny's greatness would tell me clues about the Holy Progeny!"

"So, you just have to say it yourself, great little Sir Book Artifact guy~"

"Ugh, I don't understand..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you just need to know this helps you immensely..."

But these fragmented memories in Eimhart's mind were almost fleeting, because on a certain day in the past, they were all ruthlessly torn off and stripped away by the owner of a pair of smiling eyes...

"Tear!!"

That ruthless monster was...

"Baimon!! Ughh, ahhhhh!"

The moment he thought of that smiling, blurry figure, extreme fear instantly pulled Eimhart out of his grogginess, startling him into screaming loudly, as if having just awakened from an endless nightmare.

But when he opened his eyes, everything in that dream vanished, making him forget why he was terrified, and why he recalled that memory.

Appearing before his eyes were only those few Dragon Court night-patrol soldiers looking at him in equal astonishment.

"Wh-what is this thing? Could it be a weapon developed by the Pseudo-Court?"

Once his vision gradually cleared, the black-haired woman before Eimhart grew to look completely unfamiliar, the appearance of a Southern Continent local human...

Looking at Eimhart flying up, her very first sentence was this.

"Yeah, this guy might be a Pseudo-Court weapon, we have to shoot him down!"

"Why does he feel like a Relic to me, just like the leaky bucket from my hometown that can quickly extract salt from the sea, but seems useless..."

"Your mom, stop using other Holy Artifacts to measure me, I am the great Sir Book Artifact!"

Feeling insulted, Eimhart started cursing, his impotent rage causing the soldiers in the camp to roar with laughter,

"Hahaha, he even knows how to curse! Listen to him! Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha..."

Eimhart glared at them, gnashing his teeth, abruptly wishing these guys were like that Archangel Remiel inside the Sanctuary; he could tell his preciousness with a single glance, unlike this bunch of mediocrities...

But thinking about Remiel spinning him around in his sleeve like a top back then, Eimhart couldn't help but let out a yawn.

He blinked, flying towards the Dragon Court soldiers who were laughing so hard their stomachs hurt. After a moment of silence, he looked at Buer who wrote that Dragon Song and asked,

"Your Dragon Song is written pretty well. Can you talk about the contents inside in detail?"

"Hahaha, he even listens to Dragon Songs?! Oh heavens, I'm dying of laughter!"

"Your mom!"

"Alright, alright, alright..."

No matter how unable Buer was to hold back his laughter, he still explained to the book in front of the campfire,

"Our Queen and Priestess, they are simply the most outstanding best friends on the continent. Your book wouldn't know, but previously when we were expelling the humans..."

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..."

It was early morning. The early birds on the branches outside vented their nowhere-to-be-placed energy, singing one after another, as if singing "Spring is here" in early spring.

Of course, all this might be a listener's subjective forced interpretation, but today was different, because at this moment within the cave, it was indeed brimming with spring-like vitality.

"Ugh..."

The birds outside woke up Fisher who was still dreaming. He narrowed his eyes; it had been a long time since he had slept so comfortably. Recalling carefully, the last time was like this was the previous time.

At this moment, the cave and bedding appeared exceptionally warm. He was just about to move his body slightly, but only felt the weight of a tail resting on him. What was even more excessive was that the "Dragon Queen" beside him seemingly clung closely to him, still insatiable.

Her face bearing illusory twin horns lay closely pressed against his chest. A head of long hair, like a waterfall of roses, fell chaotically behind her onto the bed, the blankets, and Fisher's hands.

A deeply satisfied Raphaela slept soundly. Who knew what she thought of in her dreams; even the corners of her mouth seemingly curled up unconsciously, whispering of last night's intimacy.

Her Scales all lay flat, so they were not only not obtrusive but actually felt exceedingly pliant and smooth, extremely comfortable to the touch.

Fisher, who hadn't seen her in a long time, hadn't been satisfied even after possessing her for a single night.

At this moment, his large hand brushed over her back bit by bit, feeling her heartbeat and warmth. A feeling of satisfaction rose from the bottom of his heart; he didn't even notice when exactly Raphaela in his arms had woken up...

Because she hadn't made a sound either, merely enjoying such a time extremely quietly.

Only when Fisher felt the tail lying inside the blankets comfortably shiver did he return to reality from a state of total mental blankness, noticing her already opened eyes.

"Awake?"

"Ah..."

The exposed Raphaela didn't act surprised like being caught playing hide-and-seek, instead stretching out lazily like a cat.

Wisps of sweet and gentle steam leaked from beneath the blankets. Yet she opened her mouth unsatisfied, gently biting Fisher's muscles.

Under the stimulation of her somewhat sharp canine teeth, Fisher only felt a tickling sensation.

He glanced at her in his arms, only to hear her mutter indistinctly,

"Fisher, do you feel I've changed?"

"Hmm, you've become lewder."

"Smack!"

Raphaela glared at Fisher, subsequently patting the bed with her tail to protest, forcing Fisher to correct himself,

"No, you haven't changed. Not one bit."

Hearing this, Raphaela paused for a moment. Whether the face buried in Fisher's embrace showed disappointment or relief was unknown, she smiled faintly and said,

"I see..."

"Is it very important whether you've changed or not?"

"I feel, a little... I want to become better. Although not changing at all also means I haven't gotten worse, but..."

Perhaps Raphaela merely felt it still wasn't enough.

"Then do you feel I've changed, Raphaela?"

Raphaela raised her head, looking at Fisher before her. Subsequently, her face turned slightly reddened, her gaze becoming evasive,

"Become... even more formidable..."

"...What else besides that?"

Resting her chin in Fisher's embrace, Raphaela carefully surveyed Fisher before her. It took her quite a few seconds before saying,

"Hmm... I also feel, you haven't changed one bit."

"Really?"

"Really."

"If Eimhart finds out you said that, he will definitely roll his eyes at you..."

Fisher gave a helpless smile, then continued,

"Perhaps it's not that I haven't changed at all, only that you can't feel it because you don't care about these things. Conversely, Raphaela, it's the same for me. I came here solely for you, not for any other reason. So, I also hope you don't consider other factors, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Raphaela lifted her gaze to look closely at the serious-looking Fisher in front of her. Then, she slowly moved upward, capturing his lips and tongue once again, transmitting her own warmth.

After a very, very long time, she retreated a bit, her eyes rippling with fluid light. Then she smiled and slowly sat up from the blankets, pulling back her and Fisher's clothes nearby, and said,

"We will set off for the rear today. The Pseudo-Court's army is coming. Before then, I must take advantage of this final breathing space to prepare everything."

"Alright."

Raphaela smiled faintly. She then got up to change her clothes and don her armor in front of Fisher.

After last night, Raphaela's body seemed even lighter. Sunny and bright, she packed everything up, then prepared to leave the cave to do some organizing, bringing some food back for Fisher in passing.

To speed up the preparations, only Fisher and Raphaela would return to the rear this time. The rest of the Dragon Court army, including Lar, would still garrison the Dragon Court's defense line at the Southern Branch Mountain Range. They would keep in touch with Raphaela at all times to face any potential changes.

Compared to the agile-limbed and relaxed-looking Raphaela, Fisher's movements seemed a bit slower.

Of course, the reason wasn't being squeezed dry by Raphaela. In this aspect, Fisher had almost no limit; otherwise, he wouldn't be so greedy, demanding insatiably.

Firstly, after entering the Mythic Rank, he didn't need to prepare any luggage, nor did he need to consume food in large quantities. His greatest enemy now was the madness and instability brought about by the Chaos in his body. Compared to eating, perhaps experiencing another night of warmth like yesterday would actually benefit him more.

The other reason naturally involved Eimhart. He volunteered to go adventuring last night, but because the specific battle situation was unknown, Fisher hadn't agreed on a specific time for his return. He didn't know where he went or when he would return.

Before leaving with Raphaela, he had to find him and bring him back.

Thinking about this, Fisher quickly changed into a brand-new outfit. This Southern Continent style clothing fit exceptionally well. Although its exterior wasn't full of the aristocratic and gentlemanly vibe like Naris clothing, instead bearing an aura of wildness, Fisher was a natural clothes hanger. Even naked he wouldn't look obtrusive, let alone wearing this piece of clothing meticulously sewn by Lar.

It looks pretty good.

Fisher evaluated himself from top to bottom, then stuffed all his belongings into his clothes, getting ready to set off to find Eimhart.

Yet unexpectedly, right as he was about to set off, a square Eimhart flew back to the doorway.

The moment he returned, he baffling and unaccountably started chuckling at Fisher, not knowing what he was laughing about.

Fisher raised an eyebrow, not knowing what he was laughing about. What was so funny after running out and staying out for the whole of last night? Had he turned stupid?

"What are you laughing about?"

"Was I laughing?"

Eimhart flew onto Fisher's shoulder. Unexpectedly, not a single word complaining about Fisher escaped his lips.

One must know, in the past, whenever Fisher let him leave temporarily, Eimhart would definitely launch into a furious tirade of various accusations upon his return...

But today, he broke his usual habits and said nothing at all, as if suddenly becoming sensible. This made Fisher somewhat confused.

Could it be, there are actually such benefits to separating for a period of time before reuniting?

Then, considering he had been separated from Raphaela for so long, if he told her about the mistakes he made, would she just easily forgive him?

After pondering for a long time to no avail, Fisher could only assume this guy had a change of heart. Not caring much, he merely stated,

"...Getting ready to head out."

"Where are we going?"

"The rear of the Dragon Court. The Green Dragon Court in the north seems to be making a move; Raphaela needs to make some preparations, and so do I. I need to figure out the potential relationship between Barbatos and the Demon Dynasty, and Naris."

Eimhart hadn't even heard the second half. Upon hearing the first half's "rear of the Dragon Court", he couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, confusing Fisher even more, who couldn't help but ask again,

"What are you laughing about?"

"I thought of something happy."

"What's there to be so happy about?"

"I went out last night and found some meaningful knowledge. I recorded it... Mhm, just like that. Hahahaha..."

"..."

Fisher raised an eyebrow, but seeing his joyful appearance, he felt it matched his usual crazy demeanor after recording some knowledge, thus he didn't take it to heart.

He merely walked slowly out of the mountain cave they resided in last night, turning his head to look further south of this place, his and Raphaela's destination for later,

The rear of the Dragon Court.