Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 1150 - 108: Easter (Part 2)

"Can the wrath of a Twentieth Rank demigod be blocked by merely the Weaver of Destiny?"

Helair spread his hands, smiled at Fisher, and said,

"The specific nature of a True God’s relic is unknown, so whether it can block it, I’m not sure. But honestly, what does it matter to us? As long as she’s done, we take the teardrop and deliver it, simple as that. What you should be considering is what comes after expelling Death."

Plans after expelling Death?

Of course, he would return to the time and space where he truly belonged; he still had to meet Renie, handle the matter with Elizabeth, give the egg-bound Valentina her rightful ring, apply the punishment for Rafael and himself, fulfill his promise to Moli... and then there’s all the things with Elliog and Alagina, and as he previously intended, he would wash his hands of it all once finished.

Everything after expelling Death seemed so wonderful, except for this Angel before him—what should he do about her?

"...Though it’s a bit discouraging to say, I suppose I’ll return to where I originally came from; there are many people there I care about."

"People you care about, what people you care about? As long as you hold it in your heart, anywhere in the world can be home—why fixate on one place? Like me, live freely, live happily, you know? Fisher, as someone who’s been there, I..."

"..."

Up ahead, the already completely dazed Hooked Kiss was once again delivering his grand speeches. Fisher gave him a speechless glance, with a flicker of the symbol on his hand, he sent out a gust of wind, directly knocking the already frail Hooked Kiss unconscious, causing him to collapse into the morning light below, greatly startling the camel under Helair.

Helair continued smiling at Fisher, ignoring Hooked Kiss, and instead tilted his head, suddenly asking,

"So, was it also for this reason you didn’t follow the song back then?"

Helair’s words were subtle, but Fisher’s response was straightforward,

"Yes, that’s right."

"Then it seems your plans are already set after all this ends. I can’t compare to those women you yearn for... If you don’t choose me, I can only come to you."

Fisher raised an eyebrow, his nonchalant expression tinged with earlier concerns of the bad Angel falling in future years.

Helair might indeed be cunning, but with the impending wars where the World Tree, Heavenly Lock, and Dragon God all perished, and the fate where both Holy Land and Tree Continent vanished, could she truly resist?

If she were indeed to find him, then long after his birth, long before he ever met her by traveling to the past—would that not, in a certain sense, confirm that she must die in the future?

When this thought emerged, Fisher’s breath slightly halted. After a pause, he said,

"...Helair, why not come back with me?"

"Oh, aren’t you afraid the other women you know might tear you to shreds?"

Helair grinned mischievously, spreading her arms as she dramatically and amusingly mimicked a "fun" scenario,

"Oh my, Fisher, chased by Death, is now going back to expel Death. I’m worried about him and must wait here for his return. I wait and wait, and then finally, with a ’bang,’ wonderful, Fisher’s back! But wait, he’s holding the hand of a beautiful, stunning Angel I don’t recognize! The Angel glanced at me and then said mockingly, ’Whoever you are, your Fisher is mine from now on, you and those other women can leave now.’..."

Having finished mimicking, she still smiled at Fisher by her side and said,

"So if that happens, what would those Ladies’ reactions be, and what would your end be?"

Fisher’s face darkened, but he understood the gentle refusal in Helair’s words. He didn’t refute her, merely gazed forward silently, without speaking for a while.

In that silence, he finally said,

"I don’t know their reactions, but I might just die."

"Hahahaha..."

Helair was amused by Fisher and crossed her legs atop the camel. Soon, in their vision appeared the lush outline of the Ideal Country without further discussing "whether to go back with Fisher," only saying,

"Don’t worry, you won’t die; even if the world ends, you’ll be fine."

"Is my fate that great?"

"You carry the heavy burden of reproductive ability and attract so many women—if your fate wasn’t great, you’d have been cut down long ago, right?"

As the morning light slowly descended, before they reached the outskirts of the Ideal Country, Helair laughed and replied in this manner.

...

...

Fisher and company didn’t fly directly to the vicinity of the Ideal Country, because Helair’s identity was now Cain, so in the end, they honestly walked back to the Ideal Country.

The Barrier at the gate seemed to recognize their identity, so Fisher entered the Ideal Country without any obstacle. Once inside, Fisher noticed the scene was vastly different from before.

What was once a very simple and poor imitation of Tree Continent architecture now looked more refined. Curiously, hanging from it were various oddly shaped items, likely catering to the likes of different races, such as some with ancient fertility worship, so they hung things like XX atop the buildings, which weren’t too graceful; more commonly, there were bones of animals or wild flowers. The Ideal Country now appeared like a multicultural amalgamation of various races.