Demi-human Girls Completion Manual
Chapter 383 - 154. Spirit Realm and Escape (Three in One, Alliance Leader Bonus Chapter)

Chapter 383: 154. Spirit Realm and Escape (Three in One, Alliance Leader Bonus Chapter)

At the moment the twins opened their eyes, a wave of heat surged towards Fisher and his group, lighting up the Black Obsidian Giant Door with glowing cracks resembling molten magma.

Tail-swinging black and white demons lingered. In the next moment, a fragrant breeze grazed by, and before anyone knew it, the black demon appeared beside Fisher.

She pursed her lips, a greedy smile floating in mid-air, sizing up Fisher continuously.

As Fisher glanced, he noticed the demon had small, delicate wings sprouting from her back. These wings, fluttering rapidly in mid-air, seemed too small to support her flight, yet somehow she remained aloft.

"Welcome, esteemed guests, hmm... it’s been a long time since we’ve had such handsome men before us."

The black demon pinched her chin, examining Fisher, while the white-haired demon remained still behind her. In contrast to the playful black demon, her expression was bland, as if missing a facial component.

"Crossing requires desire."

"Oh, come on, Nia, not so fast..."

The black demon puffed her cheeks, visibly annoyed, flying back behind the white demon called "Nia." Strangely, at that moment, both Fisher and Old Jack felt as if the fragrant breeze had also embraced them.

"Get lost, you foul-smelling demon! Stay away from the noble Book Knight! I’ve always disliked you demons. Come out and fight one‑on‑one if you dare... Oh, Fisher, she’s behind you!"

Behind them, the Book Knight’s eye blinked. He distanced himself somewhat from Fisher and then started shouting towards Fisher’s back.

Although he had been beaten by Paimon, Paimon was a Great Demon with a fierce reputation in the Abyss, as was Elliog before him. It was normal for Emhardt to lie low and steer clear of the storm. However, these unnamed servant demons continued to cause trouble.

Fisher’s gaze flickered. His keen senses told him the black demon behind Nia was a virtual entity. The real demon was right behind him.

Thinking this, he abruptly turned and grabbed, his hand in mid-air seizing the completely virtual black demon’s neck.

"Ah!"

The suddenly manifested black demon, her neck caught, wasn’t annoyed at all. Instead, her face flushed, emitting a coquettish sound that could lead to misunderstandings, as if flirting with Fisher.

A wave of dangerous emotion spread unconsciously, but Fisher, possessing Fallen Resistance, kept his expression unchanged, gently tossing the black demon back.

The black demon, holding her neck, helplessly waved her tail in mid-air and then truly returned beside the white demon.

"Really, such an unromantic human, don’t I suit your taste? Or do you prefer men?"

"Stop it, Raya. He carries the Duke’s scent."

The white demon sat motionless, her snake-infected eyes staring directly at the humans nearby, her nose twitching occasionally.

"Lord Elliog?"

Upon this utterance, the expression of the black demon named "Raya" changed, her coquettish allure substantially retracted as she cautiously peered from behind Nia toward the human before her.

"Ah, my small servant demon self is indeed blind. Respected human lord, why don’t we discuss a deal? The ferrying service of us sisters has quite high approval ratings."

"...so it’s you who provided the ferrying service for Elliog?"

"Yes, the ferrying service requires desire..."

Looking at the two servant demons before him, Fisher suddenly realized these two demons had virtually no combat strength, at least his instincts told him so.

What Elliog said was correct, the gap between Demon Species was vast. Although Fisher hadn’t yet encountered the Little Demons Elliog mentioned, from her description, those seemed more beastlike than demi-human.

Demons operate by Fallen Self. Fisher’s knowledge of demons led him to surmise they extract Fallen Self in two main ways. One was through transaction-like exchanges, and the other was through temptation.

The transaction was evident, where the demon paid a price and the recipient offered the Fallen Self hidden within.

The sacrifices of Great Demons, like Paimon granting human artists inspiration, followed this method, extracting within certain limits, adhering to the exchange agreed upon.

Temptation paralleled what was recorded in the Church scriptures—crafting traps, using illusion and beauty to ensnare one’s senses. In reality, you gained nothing while continuously generating Fallen Self, leading toward Destruction.

This was exactly what the black demon had been attempting. Once a human’s heart succumbed to their beauty without the constraints of a deal, they could extract as much Fallen Self as they desired.