When Fisher heard Emhardt’s familiar, duck-like voice, all the anxiety and guilt welling up inside him ca to a halt, for he suddenly realized a problem—Caleb Wuz was soone he had never actually t, and had been dead for a long ti, so why would he still be conversing with him?
Fisher abruptly looked down to find the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual searing against his chest like a branding iron, his skin sizzling like steak. He yelped in pain and quickly grabbed the scorching Demi-human Girls Completion Manual, tossing it to the ground.
He sharply inhaled and stood up, only to see that the Magic Circuits on his body were frighteningly bright and increasingly strange in shape, becoming more and more distant from a human’s... of course, they were also growing stronger.
Sweating profusely, Fisher clutched his head as Emhardt, floating above the table, flew over in a panic. Looking at Fisher’s sowhat scattered gaze, he urgently asked,
"Man, should I go call others over? You’re not looking quite right... You suddenly started talking out of nowhere earlier, scared the heck out of , didn’t so woman curse you or sothing?"
"I... I’m fine, will be in a mont."
Fisher, breathing heavily, continued to bleed from his chest as the ringing in his ears persisted. The questions that had plagued his mind a mont ago replayed over and over as he struggled to his feet to look at the Soul Completion Manual; on its pages, the additional queries were gone, only Caleb Wuz’s travel notes and narratives remained.
He patted his sowhat muddled head, sensing the knowledge and pathways he’d gained from the Soul Completion Manual, and felt more and more like this course of action was akin to suicide.
But Fisher’s gaze remained fixated on the Soul Completion Manual lying open on the table. The concern he had felt for Renie, who had been missing for so ti, turned into worry because of the words just spoken. He suddenly feared sothing had happened to her, or that she had encountered so danger she shouldn’t have...
"That stupid woman, when she cos back, I should lock her up to prevent her from running around the world and not coming ho..."
"Damn it, who the hell are you talking about... No wait, why would you say such things about a woman, have you lost your mind tonight?"
Fisher seed especially odd tonight, making Emhardt unable to resist charging at him and bumping his head sharply, almost knocking Fisher to the ground. Emhardt perched on Fisher’s shoulder, relentlessly bumping him,
"Snap out of it, snap out of it, snap out of it!"
Annoyed by Emhardt’s persistent vexation, Fisher finally grasped him in hand and held him under the light, staring into his single eye for a long while before sowhat dazedly putting him down and massaging his brow,
"My mistake, I’m a bit off today..."
"Where did we first et?"
"... At the Nali Royal Library."
"Do you think I am a great relic?"
"No."
"Who is your favorite woman?"
"... Who?"
Hearing these three responses, Emhardt finally relaxed as if the correct password had been entered. He perched on Fisher’s shoulder and said, with a mix of exasperation and affection,
"You guy, always causing trouble every few days, making these past few months with you more thrilling than centuries before... It’s just that I have a good temperant. If it were so other relic with a bad temper, like the eye relic from your ex-girlfriend, you might’ve been dead countless tis by now."
"Right, I was just... a little too hasty."
Fisher sat down on the carpeted floor, remaining silent for a long ti before finally speaking. Then, he slowly reached out and took the cooled-down Demi-human Girls Completion Manual into his hands, feeling the soul within him enriched by the madness, and slowly pulled out the postcard Renie had given him from the book.
He simply added,
"Next ti, it won’t happen."
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