Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 5: Be kind to people

The door reopened, and Rafael rubbed his slightly reddened neck. There, the warmth of that human still lingered, mingling with his words around his ear.

White beddings had been all moved into the room by Lar and the others, and at the doorway, Lar peeked out with her bright, watery eyes, cautiously observing Rafael who walked out of Fisher's room.

"Lord Raphael...did he...did he hit you?"

After entering the room, where the beddings had been laid out on the floor, her own was near the door, and Lar sat on the bedding next to hers, looking somewhat anxiously at Rafael's reddened neck. Lar was the youngest among them, and just seeing such a scene made her eyes go soft, as if they were about to brim with tears.

Rafael paused for a moment, still pondering the game terms she had agreed upon with Fisher, and she was momentarily at a loss for words. The slave emblem on her chest still existed but was now only a simple shell, no longer accompanied by the controlling sensation of the past.

"..." She opened her mouth, but in the end, revealed nothing, only gently embracing the petite Lar before her, "No...no need to worry, I'll take you all home."

"Lord Raphael..."

Behind her, Kexier and Fasher were a pair of twin sisters, rare white members of the Blue Dragon People, originally assigned to accompany and guard Rafael, who knew that due to Rafael's negligence had all been captured by humans. Mier was the oldest among them, the only adult Dragon-man, who had already had a marriage ceremony in the tribe, chosen a tail-matching partner, and now, after having been captured, had been a long while since seeing her relatives.

If it weren't for her own mistake, they would never have had to leave their homeland.

"Knock, knock..."

Just as Rafael embraced Lar in her arms, a gentle knock sounded at the door frame behind her—it was Fisher appearing at the doorway. Except for Rafael and Lar in her arms, everyone else instinctively shrank back.

"Come out to eat."

After uttering these simple words, he disappeared from the doorway.

The Dragon-people inside the room exchanged glances and only Lar's stomach answer with a small rumble.

"Lord Raphael, I'm so hungry..."

Lar's pitiable voice emanated from within her arms, and Rafael, looking around, saw that her companions were also looking toward her.

"Let's go."

Stepping out of the room, Fisher's figure was no longer inside the carriage, and looking up the stairs, the door stood open to the almost darkened sky outside.

Rafael led the way outside, where the fresh night air struck her scales, and as she stepped out of the carriage, she remembered the game rules she had set with that human—it was now possible to assassinate him outside the carriage.

To win the game and gain freedom, all she had to do was kill him.

Her green eyes glinted slightly as she subconsciously searched for the man's figure.

But she saw him standing by the river, holding a strange long stick, looking out over the wilderness on the other side of the river. In the distant wilderness, now sunk in darkness, a few faintly glowing eyes observed from this side.

Fisher raised the "long stick" in his hand, aiming toward the distance, and Rafael suddenly realized something. Her tail lifted slightly, and then the next second, his stick made a loud bang,

"Bang!"

"Roar!!"

Fisher watched as an unlucky wild wolf collapsed to the ground in the distance, its companions scattering in fear. So, that somewhat terrifying roar had not come from them.

He put away his firearm and turned back to look at the red Dragon-man whose pupils had shrunk to fine lines, her scales slightly raised, emitting a lot of steam, she lay on the ground, warily watching the man with the gun, seemingly afraid he would shoot her.

The other Dragon-people all hid behind the carriage, only their fearful eyes showing.

So that was it.

Fisher glanced at Rafael and put away the firearm without a change in expression.

"Can you make a fire?"

"....Roar."

Rafael's claws trembled slightly, her mouth still emitting a bit of growling, like a frightened beast.

"If not, go pick up that wolf, and if you don't want to go hungry tonight, be quick about it."

Toting his gun, he placed the fearsome weapon behind his back, walked past Rafael lying on the ground in a battle state, and went straight to the side of the carriage, pushing away the Dragon-people hiding there.

"Excuse me."

In this dark room, there was a portable fireplace that could be lit with magic, though no one knew how many more uses it had; the array had already faded significantly the last time it was used.

Magic was always like this, taking a long time to construct an array, not very durable, and also very expensive. It's no wonder those guys in Saint Nali were studying steam engines day in and day out.

"What... What is that thing? The one that makes noise... that..."

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Fisher, who had been setting up the fireplace, suddenly heard a soft and sticky small sound. At first, he thought it was the chirping of an earth spirit from the ground, but when he turned around, to his surprise, it was the smallest Blue Dragon People talking to him.

Her name was... Lar, right?

She looked pale as she glanced at the firearm strapped to his back. With heart palpitations, she stared at the smoking muzzle, as if the bullet that hit the wolf had struck her too, causing her to empathetically touch her own scales to make sure no blood was seeping out.

"This?"

"...Yes."

"It's a gun."

Fisher replied to her while activating the magic array, which was about to fade completely, without even looking back at her.

"Is it made with magic?"

"No, made by humans."

"Is it... for use against us?"

Not sure if she was referring to the demi-human or the Dragon-man Species, but this guess clearly wasn't right. Under the glorious light of human civilization, there were always countless shady affairs, so he shook his head,

"No, it's meant for use against humans."

Lar's mouth dropped open, her brain churning like a pot still simmering with the flavor of their recent exchange.

"Lar!"

Mier, who had only taken her eyes off for a second or two, realized that Lar was conversing with that dangerous human. And just as the human stood up with his gun, she raced toward Lar, hoping to use her own body as a shield. However, she saw the man fire a shot towards the other bank of the river.

"Bang!"

The distant earth exploded from the shot and frantic cries followed,

"Damn it, Rania's been hit!"

"Move it, that bastard's bad news!"

"Press on his chest, he's bleeding!"

In the darkness, some commotion stirred on the other side, with vague arguments and one or two reckless shots fired, as if to cover their own as they retreated.

Lar and Mier, who had rushed over, stared blankly at the shadows gradually disappearing into the darkness on the other side of the river. They opened their mouths in disbelief and looked towards the human male, who had resumed working emotionlessly at the fireplace on the ground.

The South Continent was all gold, luring countless explorers from the Western Continent to open up these precious treasures. Of course, there were also some desperadoes among them. Fisher had heard before coming that the Council had plans to exile these vile criminals to an island near the South Continent, as it would save considerable costs on building and maintaining prisons.

In any case, the South Continent was full of a diverse mix of characters, resulting in many never returning to the Western Continent.

Those bandits had likely been drawn by the sound of gunfire and horse hooves; Fisher, whose physical abilities had been enhanced by previous demi-human research, keenly heard their faint exchange.

The results of the last demi-human research had brought him a lot of benefits, such as his body's formidable strength and observational skills, as well as the ability to wield magic.

"Lar!"

Lord Raphael, too, came running back carrying a wild wolf, and only after seeing Lar safe did he heave a sigh of relief.

Fisher glanced emotionlessly at her and pointed to the fireplace that was now lit,

"There's research to do tonight, let's eat first."

The others didn't understand Fisher's words, only Rafael's lips tightened as she fixed a hard gaze upon the man's figure.