Yiweimi

This is a century glittering with the brilliance of human civilization, a world where steam engines, magic, and demi-humans coexist, a chapter of complaints committed due to exploration.
'Red Dragon Queen rises first, annihilating all human affairs with her wrathful flames.'
'The mysterious child of the sea will raise great waves to erase the sins of humanity.'
'The god of the skies will leave no refuge for the remnants, nowhere to belong.'
'The immortal witch composes epitaphs for them with her magic.'
'And I, will write a new chapter for this world'
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Years later, Fisher, who has received the apocalyptic prophecy and the miraculous tool called the Demi-Human Girls' Completion Manual, wishes to be recognized as a pioneer in demi-human academia, a savior of human civilization, a dove of peace, and a messiah.
Instead of being the person who is torn apart with the firewood knife, and the savior divided into pieces.

Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

"Hmm, relics... Feather Robes... I spent a lot of money collecting them."


Just then, it seemed Emhardt sniffed out the scent of relics from inside Fisher's pocket and quickly climbed out, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the blades affixed inside Ossie's cloak,


"Fisher, Fisher! Those aren't ordinary holy objects; those are parts of a Phoenix Feather Robe, one of the holy objects originally crafted by the Holy Descendants for the Phoenix."


Hearing Emhardt's sudden words, Fisher glanced at him and asked,


"...Wait, how many relics did the Angel Species actually craft for the Phoenix? Didn't you say only the Phoenix King and her three children had them?"


Ossie was not familiar with the history of the Northern Realm but was still captivated by Emhardt's words, and along with Steel Blade, looked towards the Book Knight who was seemingly excited on Fisher's shoulder,


32. Phoenix Feather Robe_2