Demi-human Girls Completion Manual
Chapter 131 - 49. Fallen Self

Chapter 131: 49. Fallen Self

"Magic Refilling?"

Fisher asked doubtfully, chewing over the unfamiliar term. Although he didn’t know the exact meaning, the very ambiguous smile on the other’s face gave him a bad premonition.

As expected, the demon in front of him sat up and made an "OK" gesture with his left hand, then slowly brought his left hand to his mouth as if he was preparing to consume something. Meanwhile, she also chuckled and said,

"The Demon Species always have a variety of food. Before we were driven underground, we were called ’Enchanting Demons’ because we loved to prey on the other races’ Fallen Selves. But actually, our relationships with most races were not bad, and those who were preyed upon were quite happy... probably."

"I’m different from the demons in my tribe who specialize in capturing Fallen Selves. I’m rather lazy and don’t love hunting. However, you, my dear, have triggered my desire for a taste. What do you say, consider it? It’s a win-win. You can unleash your surplus stock, and I can eat my fill without paying a dime, hehe, isn’t that wonderful?"

Fisher glanced at her wheat-colored skin. Only now, as she fully shed her cloak, did Fisher realize the Demon Species also had an incredibly attractive figure. Elliog’s body was robust but carried a feminine grace.

The balance of elements was just right around the golden ratio; her wheat-colored skin radiated a fiery wildness. Her arrow-shaped tail shook slightly before slowly curling into a heart shape, the flames growing more vibrant.

A sinister fire, unperceived at first, surged from his lower belly, tugging Fisher down into a depth of desire, compelling him to want to commit atrocious acts upon this demon.

"What did you do...?"

Elliog looked at the human whose complexion became increasingly wary, her smile growing ever more evident. Unbeknownst to him, her arrow-shaped tail had morphed into a heart shape but then gently lowered it,

"This is the ’Fallen Self,’ our food... Although there isn’t much in you, but you suit my tastes perfectly, fit to be a resolute warrior."

"The process of extracting ’Fallen Self’ is an endless cycle. The more it’s consumed, the more it grows within your body. Thus, long ago, you humans feared us, afraid we’d lure you into an inescapable abyss... But now, it seems even without us demons, your descent into the abyss is inevitable."

Elliog lazily exhaled a dense cloud of smoke, heavy with a pungent medicinal odor, clearly mocking those addicts she had seen on Snake Head Street, those without demonic affliction yet possessing a thick essence of Fallen Self.

As her tail’s shape changed, the sinister heat in Fisher died down, as if no strange reaction had happened.

Fisher caught his breath for a moment, then observing the change in her tail, realized something and spoke,

"So that’s it; you demons possess the ability to stir up desires in creatures, but from the looks of it, you aren’t very skilled at it."

"That’s right, because I’m an anomaly among demons."

Elliog yawned,

"What I’m good at is fighting, which is why I said I could easily teach you. But honestly, if you want to train, performing ’Magic Refilling’ to release your surplus stock is necessary. You could find someone of your own specie... or I’d be glad to help you."

Towards the end, she smirked, and removing her hand, strolled leisurely to the bed, flicking the top off a bottle of wine, cracking the glass neck in the process. She embraced the wine bottle and began to drink deeply in bed, yet her expression remained unchanged until she belched blankly.

"Alright, since you’re not helping me with Magic Refilling, better get me some food. I’m starving... so hungry."

She reverted to "lazy pig mode," her eyes blinking slowly, seemingly about to close, almost forgetting the hunger she just mentioned.

Fisher, speechless, decided to tidy up the laboratory first before planning to fetch some food from the university cafeteria.

"Stay here and don’t wander off; I’ll lock the outer door to prevent other humans from discovering you."

Looking back at the room, he saw the wheat-skinned demon already embracing the wine bottle, breathing rhythmically with her mouth open, and had fallen into a deep slumber.

Fisher no longer tended to her, simply placed his hat on his head and ran towards Saint Nali University.

He initially planned to walk, but then he remembered Elliog’s comment about his severe lack of exercise; thus, he decided to trigger his body with this method.

Even with Fisher’s rapid running, it took nearly half an hour from the laboratory to Saint Nali University. The suburb near Saint Nali was spacious and not fully developed. Fisher had heard that the Nali Exploration Company once planned to build a massive resort for the wealthy here, but the plan was stalled as it didn’t pass the council vote.

The Griffin Party wholly opposed it; the idea of dancing and playing golf in front of Gedelin I’s tomb, the founding father’s burial site, seemed abhorrent, and thus, the development plans were shelved.

This stable in Trandell was purchased from a private farm owner; the land was originally his. Reportedly, he sold his ancestral land and went off to start a business elsewhere. Meanwhile, the only portion permitted for development was the land of Saint Nali University, specifically approved by the Royal Family, hence it was special.

Fisher soon arrived at the entrance of his school, hardly sweating at all, not tired in the slightest; he even felt as if his body was rejuvenated, coursing with an exhilarating feeling.

So that’s what Elliog meant?

Fisher confirmed Elliog’s statement and then decided to go to the restaurant to order several takeout meat dishes, but most of the portions were small. So, Fisher had no choice but to order a whole roasted chicken and a roasted pig.

However, the person in charge of the restaurant said it would take a while to prepare. Fisher could only eat dinner first and wait until the restaurant was ready to take the food away.

By now, it was quite late compared to the usual dinner time, and Fisher felt somewhat apologetic about making the kitchen stay open late. While he was waiting, a paper airplane, seemingly out of nowhere, wobbled by, bringing a letter.

It was a letter from Witch Carlo.

Fisher read it. The letter said that he would come tonight to discuss the plan in detail. The previous letter had given him the address in the woods near Saint Nali University.

It seemed Carlo couldn’t stay put anymore and was a bit eager. Fisher silently put the paper in his bosom and then simply started planning the countermeasures for when Schwali would visit.

He definitely couldn’t let Carlo assassinate Schwali’s diplomatic corps; it would bring incalculable damage to both nations. The death of a normal scholar would destroy the trust that had been so hard to rebuild between the two countries, not to mention what would happen if the visiting Prince died.

But the Pink Hall would most likely not pin their hopes on Carlo alone. They surely had a backup plan, and Fisher needed to get more information from Carlo.

Once he had roughly sketched out a blueprint, Fisher stuffed all the food into his mouth.

After waiting a good while longer, the kitchen laboriously brought in the roasted chicken and pork. Fisher thanked them and then covered the plates with lids and carried them to his office, where he used the phone to call Martha and tell her he’d be staying at the school premises for the coming days.

After receiving her caring instructions, Fisher hung up the phone and left his office for his laboratory.

It took him longer this time, as he was carrying two plates of food. After making sure that the door lock hadn’t been tampered with, Fisher pushed the door open and found the Demon clutching a bottle of wine, motionless, exactly as she had been when he left.

However, the moment Fisher entered the room, her nose twitched, and while keeping her eyes closed, her head unconsciously moved towards Fisher.

"Um, the smell of food..."

She slowly opened her eyes and looked towards Fisher who had just come in. She rubbed her eyes, tossed the now empty wine bottle aside, and walked towards Fisher.

Seeing the food inside, she excitedly rubbed her hands together and unceremoniously picked up the plates, shoveling the food into her mouth as effortlessly as coal being fed into a steam engine’s engine, without needing to chew, as her inner high heat incinerated it cleanly.

This made Fisher wonder why Demon Species needed to have teeth at all, or if this Demon’s way of eating was just unusual.

"Um, tastes good... Anyway, we can start training tonight. I’ll help you improve that frail condition of yours. What kind of state is this weakness right now?"

She dominantly pinched Fisher’s abs as if to say "you’re not too good," and began pointing out things to Fisher.

"..." Fisher didn’t respond to her criticisms. Instead, he glanced at the time and shook his head, "It’s not really good tonight; I have other things to do. But starting from tomorrow, I’ll come every day."

"I don’t care, but I can only guide you for a few weeks. If Agares found out I’ve been slacking off, I’d be finished. You plan the time yourself."

She maintained her utterly lazy demeanor, and after swallowing all the food in her plate, she clapped her flat belly and lay back down on the bed motionless.

Peaceful.

For Fisher, his greatest feeling towards this Demon was speechlessness.

Even humans who have just met don’t act this carelessly, let alone this being a conversation between a human and a Demon.

But she seemed indifferent to everything, as if the person in front of him had too big a mind, or she had the power to overlook the details.

Fisher’s eyes landed on the two curved knives taken off and placed on the table, and the faint smell of saltpeter began to emerge in the room again—apparently, it did indeed come from the Demon.

Should he suggest she take a bath?

That’s what Fisher thought.

The outside sky was still completely dark. Fisher, as before, gave her a few instructions before leaving. This time, she wasn’t entirely asleep yet and nodded her head in agreement.

Fisher then put on his gentleman’s hat and cane, ready to meet Carlo at the appointed place.