Chapter 61 - 52

Revenge 61: 52.

Revenge Two steeds were neighing as they madly dashed through the city at night, ignoring the numerous citizens who, out of curiosity or amazement, poked their heads out to look towards the Inner City.

Fisher was leaning against the carriage, calmly watching the distant city gate.

There, an iron-like barrier had been lowered, blocking their way out of the city.

Rafael sat next to Fisher, with several partners who had awakened behind them, but having been knocked unconscious by that group of zombie Bull-men earlier, especially Lar who was still feeling dizzy, kept shouting to fight back, only to be subdued by Fasher before he even left the carriage.

“Rafael, come here, take this.”

Fisher clutched his abdomen, pulling out a Fermat Baha Magic Book from his bosom.

His cane’s magic had been exhausted, and his own magic power was insufficient to engrave any more magic; he could only rely on Rafael’s magic circuit to engrave a magic spell together to break through the city gate.

“Fisher, I don’t know how to engrave magic.”

Rafael bit her lip and looked down at Fisher’s body, only to see the spot where he was sitting soaked with his blood, his face pale, yet he still stared at Rafael very seriously without uttering a word.

“I will teach you how to engrave, just randomly take any book from inside.”

Rafael nodded, went back to the carriage and randomly pulled a thinner book from Fisher’s shelf.

Fisher didn’t have time to prepare extra magic materials, so he had to continue letting Rafael use his own blood.

He grabbed Rafael’s slightly trembling claw and pressed it on his wound, then he held her claw, using her sharp claw as a carving knife and the book as the material.

Rafael saw Fisher’s body, exposed due to his movements, with his suit having several blood-seeping holes, as if feeling empathy, her claws also began to tremble slightly.

“Concentrate, Rafael.”

Fisher’s voice was still calm, just quieter than before.

“Mm.”

She forced herself not to look at his wounds or feel the pain in her heart, just lowering her head to look at the book.

“The tricky part of Dragon-man Magic engraving is that during the engraving process, a ‘collapse’ phenomenon of unstable magic release occurs, which requires continuously pooling magic power to make the entire emblem stable…”

Just as he had taught Renie before, under Fisher’s soft guidance, he guided Rafael’s fingers to slowly carve sharp lines on the book.

“Don’t tense up, let the magic power flow naturally in your body.”

The magic circuit of the Dragon-man Species was much more rugged than that of humans.

This time, they used Rafael’s magic power for engraving, and the reaction of this emblem was even more intense than his first time; the emblem almost glowed like a bulb, forming quickly, but the book seemed unable to withstand the power of the emblem, starting to heat up.

Seeing that the book was about to catch fire, Fisher had Rafael quickly throw it towards the city gate.

Rafael wasted no time, aimed at the gate, and threw the book out.

The book collapsed into a narrow space mid-air, causing waves that were invisible to the naked eye, and like before, intense heat swept over the tightly closed gate.

When the flames vanished, the gate had completely disappeared, even the surrounding gate frame was burnt black.

“Wait, someone is leaving the city!”

“It’s a carriage!

Captain, should we stop them?!”

“Stop my ass, didn’t you see that explosion?

Whoever wants to die, go ahead, something’s up at the City Lord Mansion, anyone brave enough follow me to the city lord’s office…”

“Captain, are you suggesting…”

“Shut up!”

Noise came from the city, Fisher, gripping the reins tightly, passed through the smoke into the wilderness outside the city.

The wilderness at night was both cold and quiet.

Only after the carriage had rushed far away from Philone City did he look back at Philone City burning in the night, and finally relaxed.

So much had happened tonight, but at least they were now safe.

“Uh…”

Just as this thought emerged, Fisher felt an overwhelming pain and fatigue pressing down on him, his hand holding the reins loosened, and he nearly fell out of the carriage, but Rafael quickly reached out to hold him.

She hurriedly embraced Fisher, and as she contacted him, her scales laid down to become smooth, so that he wouldn’t be hurt by them when he entered Rafael’s arms.

“Fish…

Fisher?”

Rafael lowered her head, only to see that he had already closed his eyes, seemingly unconscious, quietly leaning in her arms.

His face was originally fair, but had grown some stubble during their journey on the South Continent, looking somewhat pale, yet like a defenseless child in his quietness.

Looking at Fisher asleep, Rafael’s face suddenly flushed red, she just felt that Fisher in this state was adorable, completely opposite to the stern face he put on during the day.

Hmm…

Even his nose, ears, and mouth were cute…

Rafael held Fisher tightly, her tail swishing behind her, thinking that it would be great if this guy was always as peaceful as when he slept.

“How is Lord Fisher doing?”

Mier, still worried, opened the carriage door to ask, but just happened to see Rafael playing with Fisher’s black hair while holding him.

Rafael’s body suddenly stiffened, a bit embarrassed, and instinctively thought about throwing Fisher out, only to realize immediately that they were still in the carriage.

Fortunately, she hadn’t thrown him out.

In Mier’s view, she hesitated for a long time and finally, shyly, held Fisher closer.

“He…

he got hurt.

Oh, I remember there are white cloth strips for dressing wounds in his room.

Mier, can you help me find them?”

But Mier didn’t respond, just staring in disbelief at Rafael at the moment.

“Lo…

Lord Rafael…”

“What..”

Rafael paused for a second, looked down at her entirely submissive scales and her swaying tail.

Mier, a woman with a tail-matching partner, ought to understand Rafael’s current state.

That night, the sounds from the room were very faint; at the time, Mier and the others thought it might have been Fisher experimenting or the sounds of Nana and Philone.

But Mier had already suspected something was off between Rafael and Fisher, the children didn’t understand, but the only adult, Mier, could no longer hide it.

“Mi…

Mier, go get the cloth strips first.

We…

we’ll talk about this later.”

“Ah, um, okay…

I’ll go now.”

After Mier ran inside the carriage, briefly informing the children of the situation, she hurriedly carried the bandages back out.

Rafael laid Fisher’s body flat on the ground, then began removing his clothes, turning to see Mier staring at Fisher’s body, feeling somewhat displeased…

No, this is the time to tend to the wounds, don’t think about that!!

Rafael wrapped Fisher’s body with the bandage, circling around, and after making sure there were no further wounds, she finally relaxed, only to turn and see Mier, her face flushed, still staring at Fisher’s body.

“Mier!”

“Ah, he’s very strong…

ah, no, not that!

I mean…”

Mier’s eyes spiraled, her hands flailing, avoiding eye contact with a somewhat angry Rafael.

The wild wind was cold, Rafael, fearing Fisher might catch cold, suppressed her shyness and pulled Fisher back into her arms in front of Mier, letting him feel the warmth of a Dragon-man.

She awkwardly bent down to sniff Fisher’s breath, ensuring it was stable before she relaxed, her tail loosening as well.

Mier, looking at the two embracing, voiced her concern,

“Lord Rafael, he is human, unlike Dragon-men.

They don’t have tail-matching partners, and although it’s just us now on the South Continent, what about when we go back?

There will certainly be other human females around him, the ones dressed in pretty clothes, holding little fans.”

Rafael looked down at the only piece of clothing Fisher had given her; it was simple and had gotten dirty from the recent fight.

Her arms bore beautiful, smooth scales, but humans did not…

“Humans look down on us, even if Fisher is different from other humans.

But when he goes back to his group, other humans will look down on you, and eventually, it might lead him to look down on you too.”

Rafael just held Fisher, remaining silent for a long while before she calmly spoke,

“I won’t let him look down on me.

I am Rafael.

One day, I will stand proudly before him, and tell all demi-humans and humans, that he is my tail-matching partner.”

Rafael’s expression was calm, a confident aura naturally emanating from her, and seeing Rafael like this, all of Mier’s prior worries and anxieties vanished.

Yes, she is Lord Rafael.

I should trust her.

“I understand.

I’ll go back and check on Lar and the others first.

Lar always complains about her head hurting, wanting to eat the bread from Fisher’s room…”

Mier pushed open the carriage door and went inside, leaving Rafael and Fisher in front of the carriage.

She looked down at Fisher in her arms, remembered how he had teased her before, and so, somewhat vengefully, she poked his cheek with her finger, making it dimple slightly; then, drawn by curiosity to his Adam’s apple, she touched there as well, thankfully not pressing down; and later, feeling that stroking his hair was comfortable, she touched his head, rubbing it gently.

In short, she just couldn’t stop playing with him.

Wait, what am I doing?!

Isn’t this just like childish Lar?!

Rafael’s face flushed, suddenly feeling her behavior was childish, she was after all…

already an adult, a matured Dragon-man!

She thought hard with a blushing face, glanced at the closed carriage door to make sure no one was around, then she lifted a strand of her own hair and tucked it behind her ear before gently leaning down to kiss Fisher’s cheek.

Streams of steam trailed off with the carriage, just like Rafael’s shed shyness.

After all, no one was watching now, touching him a bit more, holding him a bit closer wasn’t so bad.

It was like a retaliation for the times he teased her before.