Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 7 - . Study

"Just find a spot to sit, today's research is merely for some basic external data."

Rafael followed Fisher back into the room they had been in before, only to see him explaining as he took a paper manuscript off the table, which Rafael could not recognize.

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External data?

Rafael hugged her arms uneasily as the door behind her closed automatically, and the whole room became quiet in an instant.

This Human always used some incomprehensible words like "research" and "data," which held unclear meanings in the Dragon Language. Most were replaced by Fisher with similar words, and when there was no direct translation, he would use the Nali Language phonetically.

"Don't just stand there, sit down in the chair behind you."

"...."

Without uttering a word, Rafael sat down on the wooden chair behind her. Then, the man in front of her touched the black, long, bar-shaped objects around her, and the transparent cover surprisingly began to emit light, startling her.

It's not Magic... Could it be some type of bugs or stones that are glowing? Or is it the gathered souls of demi-humans glowing?

She had heard from her Mother that Dragon-man souls were scorching hot, thus they radiated light, which guided those lost in the wild back home each year. However, she had never seen it, and didn't know if it was true.

Unbeknownst to her, the gathering light on her body was simply to allow Fisher a better observation of his research subject.

He put on a monocle that emitted flecks of soft light. It was a special Magic Item that allowed him to see the flow of Magic Power within living beings. Some demi-humans' physical traits changed with the flow of Magic Power inside them; he wondered if the Dragon-man was the same.

In the Western Continent, it was rare to directly study the Dragon-man Species, and he had scoured the South Continent until he found this red Dragon-man. According to others of the same species, this color was exceptionally rare. If she was the so-called Red Dragon Queen, then he would simply have to acknowledge his defeat.

"From now on, don't move."

He pulled over a portable table that had been set next to the desk, which held some tools Rafael did not recognize. But seeing the iron objects shining brightly under the light, she suspected they might be some form of strange torture device.

Is this what research is?

She clenched her teeth.

Just as Fisher took out a tape measure, he saw her close her eyes in a gesture of tragic heroism. He was momentarily startled, but his expression remained unchanged as he started his task.

First, he had to take some basic measurements.

Like height, weight, tail length, and age, among others.

"You're very afraid of guns."

Feeling something cold suddenly cover her legs, her eyelids trembled slightly. However, the man's matter-of-fact, definitive statement made her open her eyes.

"If you've been shot through by that thing, it's like you'd turn into a caterpillar..."

"Caterpillar?" The tape measure stretched slightly, reflecting Fisher's serious expression, "Good description."

"..."

Rafael bit her teeth harder, her claws in hand clenched tight. She wanted to tear this annoying Human before her into pieces.

Dragon-man scales did not cover the whole body, but they did cover a large part; it seemed there were no scales from the knees up to the lower abdomen, but her current burlap clothing made Fisher uncertain.

When will she try to assassinate me?

If she fails, then I can investigate further.

Fisher looked down at the scales on her lower legs. There, a small handful of circular scales, lighter in color than the others, caught his eye.

He reached out gently, grasping her lower leg, feeling the shape of the warm scales along with the underlying muscles. Dragon-man scales were not uncomfortable to touch, quite pleasant, except for a few armor-like scales that developed as a form of protection upon reaching adulthood.

"Hmm..."

Rafael inhaled slightly unnaturally, her right foot's claws curling up faintly.

"Beautiful scales... You've been shot here; these scales are newly grown."

"Heh... If it weren't for those detestable guns, not only would those Humans fail to capture me, they'd all be dead..."

She licked her lips, her emerald eyes brimming with bestial hunger, as if ready to devour a person whole. In the effort to capture her, humans deployed over a dozen slave catchers armed with guns. She killed three-quarters of them, so after she was caught, she received "special treatment."

She still remembered how the humans brutally beat her, how they pulled off her scales with pliers, how they sliced her skin with the edge of a knife.

Rafael's pupils narrowed into vertical slits, just by killing the human in front of her, she could return, she was determined to seek revenge on humans, to make them pay for everything they had done....

Her murderous aura was so obvious that the scale in Fisher's hand stood on end. Whenever Rafael became agitated, her scales would respond by standing up to express her mood, but he had no idea what was up with that steam, he would have to figure it out later.

He gently smoothed the standing scale with his hand, then sidestepped to pick up the silver knife from the table. Seeing him take up a weapon, Rafael let out a roar like that of a dragon, causing the temperature in Fisher's hand to surge, as if he had seized a boiling kettle, forcing him to release his grip.

"Roar!"

In the face of her terrifying threat, Fisher sat squarely facing her, unfazed.

"The places where you were shot hurt at night, don't they?"

Rafael's pupils dilated slightly.

"After you were shot, they simply removed the bullet fragments. They have no knowledge of how to treat wounds on demi-humans, and it's likely that none of the doctors that treated your wounds were proper physicians, which has left lingering injuries in your right leg and left hand... Rain, movement, the shifting of scales, all of these can aggravate the underlying muscle damage, so it hurts, doesn't it..."

"You failed to attack me earlier because your body isn't coordinated, your right leg can't keep up with your left leg, your left hand can't keep up with your right hand, you're too slow, and I caught you off-guard... You're injured, without my healing, you won't be able to carry out your assassination."

While Rafael was distracted, he gently lifted a slightly pale scale with the silver knife to reveal the flesh underneath, which was dark purple, starkly contrasting with the surrounding fair skin.

"This is none of your business, I will kill you! I'll skin you, smear your blood across this land, you will die in the most agonizing way possible, I keep my word!"

Rafael's scales stood on end again, but no steam came out this time, so Fisher reached out and grabbed her right leg. With a mocking smile, he raised the silver knife,

"Do you think you can, little dragon?"

The side of the silver knife cut into the putrid flesh. Besides her right leg, which Fisher gripped firmly, her entire body arched in pain as if reliving the day the bullet entered her body, only this pain was much more intense, as if boring into her marrow.

Lord knows what those slave traders coated the bullets with to bring down demi-humans, stronger than humans, as the muscle around the bullet was almost rotten to the bone.

"Bang bang bang!"

The silver knife trembled slightly as Rafael's tail thrashed wildly on the ground, but Fisher's left hand clamped down on her right leg, immovable as an iron vice.

"Kill you!"

"I will kill you!"

"Kill... you..."

"Ugh..."

From her right leg to her left hand, as the healing progressed, and as time passed, the deadly threats gradually took on a sobbing tone. Drops of blood fell down her body onto the ground, where they gave off steaming wisps, causing Fisher to wince and look away.

His floor...

But thankfully, the healing was finally done. Fisher picked up gauze and medicine, wrapping them layer after layer around her calf.

Actually, it hadn't been that long. The sound of the other demi-human girls returning hadn't even reached them yet, but even one more second of this pain was torture, especially without anesthesia.

"...You'll have your chance if you can seize it."

This was his response to her supposed threats of killing him.

Fisher looked at Rafael slumped in the chair, continuing to measure the rest of her body's data with a measuring tape, ignoring her murderous gaze.

"Demi-human bodies heal quickly. You should recover before long. I look forward to your assassination attempt. Tonight's research is over, you may go now."

He stood up, tossing the bloodied silver knife into the side dish, then washed his hands with clean water, and turned off the nearby light.

Although the light had vanished, colorful afterimages persisted in Rafael's eyes, along with the back of the man walking away, etched into her mind.

"Kill... you..."

"Mhm, do your best, Miss Dragon."