Chapter 169: 105. The Ocean Emperor
According to the plan, Fisher intended to stay in the rental house the next day to do preparatory work.
Last night, Fisher slept in the bed while Jasmine slept on the sofa. Jasmine woke up early, and Fisher got up a bit later.
By the time Fisher opened his eyes, she was already up, but since Fisher did not get out of bed, neither did she. Thus, when Fisher sat up, he noticed she was lying on the sofa with her hands on her small belly, calmly gazing at the ceiling.
Her long blue hair spread out on the sofa, with one or two strands falling to the floor, and her whale tail drooped down from the side of the sofa, making her appear serene and well-behaved.
What caught the most attention was her beautiful face, untouched by makeup, pure and lovely like a jasmine flower blooming in the sea.
Seeing Fisher awake, she blinked her eyes in a slightly dazed manner, without making any other movements, and smiled at Fisher, saying, “Good morning, Teacher Fisher.”
“Good morning.”
Fisher rubbed his forehead. He hadn’t rested for a day since Jasmine encountered the attack last night, and after sleeping, he felt even more fatigued than when he hadn’t rested; he had been familiar with this feeling, so it seemed that staying up late should indeed be avoided.
According to today’s plans, Fisher still needed to stay in the rental house to prepare his items. So, after getting out of bed, he went straight back to his workbench to carve magic.
Of course, Fisher didn’t spend the whole day engrossed in carving magic.
At noon, while Lady Martha was out shopping, he went to a nearby restaurant and brought back roasted chicken for Jasmine. He had only given her a light breakfast in the morning, and seeing she wasn’t full, he let her have a hearty meal at noon.
The Whale Folk had an astounding appetite, one that ordinary people couldn’t afford, and it didn’t take long for Fisher to understand the dangers of this.
He finally realized why Jasmine sincerely said, “Thank you for providing me with food, Teacher Fisher,” before meals.
By nearly evening, the box of magic materials he brought back was almost depleted, and there was now a small stack of playing cards emitting a faint glow on the workbench.
Fisher was quite satisfied after confirming the specific effects of those playing cards and then put them away one by one.
Thus, the preparatory work was basically half completed, and for the remaining tasks…
Fisher turned to the fabric laid out on the table, ready to start making clothes for Jasmine.
“Alright, come over and try it on.”
“Yes, yes!”
By the time Lady Martha was nearly asleep, Fisher had happily brought up the white dress to his room.
When he returned, Jasmine had already laid out all the items left by Muxi on the table for Fisher to study later. She was still wearing Fisher’s white shirt, her fair legs exposed, which gave a peculiar sensation when she stood, easily stirring male desires.
Although the skirts Fisher made for Raphael and Jasmine weren’t extravagantly decorated, at least the designs were novel, and they should be comfortable to wear.
Fisher was quite confident in this regard.
“Thank you for providing me with clothing, Teacher Fisher.”
Jasmine had a good habit of gratitude, so after receiving certain gifts, she would express such rare words not often heard in the human world.
Jasmine’s ears flitted, and her eyes sparkled as she received the dress from Fisher’s hand. After sneaking a glance at Fisher, she hurried off to the bathroom to change.
Fisher relaxed his body, took a sip of water, and it wasn’t long before Jasmine peeked her head out from the bathroom.
Her large eyes blinked, making Fisher wonder if the outfit he made didn’t fit her, so he asked, “Is it not suitable?”
Jasmine quickly shook her head, her face flushed as she bit her lip, looking at the floor in front of the bathroom door. After struggling for a while, she softly said, “I just feel… a little shy.”
“Shy?”
Fisher questioned, gazing at Jasmine, who was still hiding her body in the bathroom, unwilling to reveal herself. “The clothing I designed should fit your size. Is there something you’re not accustomed to?”
She fidgeted, cautiously looking at Fisher and said, “It just feels like the clothes that Teacher Fisher made are beautiful, and… and if I wear them, won’t it be a little wasteful?”
Fisher paused for a second before asking her to step out of the bathroom so he could see.
Jasmine held onto the door frame and slowly walked out of the bathroom, revealing her complete appearance.
The light-colored fabric fit her body perfectly without being too tight; a graceful skirt flowed beneath, allowing her signature whale tail to stretch out, and the loose skirt made her tail look beautiful, like a petticoat.
She cutely pinched the fabric of her dress, her cheeks slightly red as she looked at Fisher. Apparently too nervous, she tucked some stray hair behind her ear.
She looked like a marine princess, a Whale Folk, and even a simple dress could highlight her beauty.
Fisher gazed at her in satisfaction before naturally looking away, complimenting her, “Very beautiful, Jasmine.”
Jasmine’s cheeks deepened in color, her ears fluttering, and while her lips were pursed, they also curled into a slight smile, appearing adorable as she held back her happiness after being praised.
“Thank you, Teacher Fisher. I really like your dress, and I will cherish it well.”
“No need to be so formal.”
Fisher recalled when he first gave Raphael a dress; she had been very uncomfortable wearing it and always tugging at the fabric. Fortunately, that dress eventually stayed with her after they separated.
However, it seemed that Raphael’s life has not been stable since then, and that dress probably wouldn’t see a normal end.
“By the way, your letter was delivered to the Golden Palace, and you signed it as ‘Child of the Sea,’ right?”
Jasmine sat down next to Fisher on the sofa, her large whale tail extending behind her towards Fisher. It was just a short distance away but subtly surrounded Fisher within the range of her tail.
With a faint jasmine fragrance, she nodded, saying, “Yes, but I don’t know where the letter was sent. It was carried away by Mother’s relic-tracking magic.”
“Your mother can use magic?”
If the Whale Folk had some understanding of magic, Jasmine shouldn’t show such unfamiliarity with it, especially since Fisher guessed her mother had a high status.
“My mother can’t. That magic was borrowed by a human who took her relic. He said before he left that he forged this guiding magic with his own blood, and its effectiveness will last until the end of time, which makes it easy for mother to ask for her relic back. However, if it was Isabel’s family who borrowed the relic, why haven’t I heard her mention it?”
Who could know?
Fisher contemplated, realizing that the most likely person to have borrowed her mother’s relic was Prince Dexter.
However, this matter would need to wait for the New Party to gather intelligence before proceeding, since it wasn’t what Fisher should focus on now. Jasmine’s letter had been sent, and it would be a year before the relics would formally return.
“Then, why do you refer to yourself as the Child of the Sea?”
Fisher had previously investigated Jasmine; she had come to Saint Nali during the mid-to-late semester expansion at Saint Nali University, so she had only been in human society for a few months. Given her naturally shy and socially anxious nature, her limited sources of information only included Milica and Isabel.
The first time he took her to the magic market was also her first visit to Saint Nali’s downtown.
Dexter and the New Party probably deduced that the person sending the letter might be a subhuman from this peculiar self-reference.
Most importantly, this self-reference also implied that Jasmine was the world destroyer he was searching for.
Both the “Crimson Dragon Queen” and the “Mysterious Child of the Sea” had clear characteristics, but finding the “Undying Witch” was troublesome; this was all due to a certain bad woman who loved to talk nonsense and never spoke honestly.
“Ah, that…”
When asked this, Jasmine’s gaze began to drift, and she shyly said, “Because of my mother. She was chosen by Lord Ramastia; her duty was to maintain the balance of life in the ocean, and… and when she was young, she was very… um, lively. She liked to refer to herself as the ‘Ocean Emperor’ in front of all ocean races…”
As she spoke about her mother’s past, Jasmine’s cheeks grew redder, and her head lowered even more.
Ocean Emperor?
Fisher was a bit familiar with this term; wasn’t it the boastful self-reference used by Rena, that little brat, the first time she called herself?
Turns out this actually had a real basis?
Fisher thought only someone like that little brat Rena could bear such a title of self-reference, but who knew it was Jasmine’s mother’s self-reference from her younger days.
He could hardly imagine Jasmine’s mother traveling everywhere in her youth, loudly calling herself the Ocean Emperor, and leaving behind long-lasting legends.
Seeing Fisher’s face, unable to comment on this abstract story, Jasmine puffed out her cheeks and lightly punched Fisher’s shoulder. The impact felt like the wind blowing against him.
However, this was her first time making such an overly intimate gesture, and Fisher looked at her in surprise, only to see her face turn bright red.
Jasmine, realizing her overly intimate action, quickly turned to look at her dress and softly said, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s no problem.”
Jasmine’s ears flitted again, and after a moment, she continued, “A long time ago, my mother referred to me as the ‘Child of the Sea’ in her letters. This time, she specifically wanted me to make it clear to the letter’s recipient that I’m the ‘Child of the Sea,’ perhaps so that human could know about recent events. She also inquired about the human’s condition in another letter, so… they must have a good relationship; they should be friends.”
“Friends? Your mother has only met him once, right?”
“Yes, but if my mother didn’t approve of him, she would never lend out her relics. She doesn’t like others touching her things.”
“Is that so?”
Listening to Jasmine’s words, Fisher nodded, but he found it hard to imagine Prince Dexter having a good relationship with Jasmine’s mother. Or perhaps another person borrowed the relic, or Jasmine’s mother was deceived by that human, and his nature wasn’t originally like that.
Unable to find an answer, Fisher temporarily shifted his gaze toward the items left on the table by Muxi, trying to find more clues from them.
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