Funeral, what should I do if I reincarnate as a demon?

"That's because wheat can make wine, so she focused... By the way, you are so ruthless." Not only was she dumbfounded, Fulian also really admired him: "I remember that it was wine made six hundred years ago. ? I heard she looked very precious? You actually drank it."

"Even so, it still doesn't taste good at all."

"...It's good that she doesn't fight you. Are you still thinking about whether it tastes good? Just be calm. At least now I can teach you the secret of our elves' longevity."

As she said that, she lay back down, covered herself with the quilt again, turned her back to him, and said casually: "Just take it easy. If you are too anxious, you won't live for hundreds of years." age."

"....Normal humans can't live that long, right?" Ash grabbed her quilt and wanted to lift it off, but Fulilian also grabbed the quilt and refused to let go:

"That's not necessarily the case. Human beings are impatient in everything, so they basically can't live more than a hundred years."

"What are you talking about? You will only waste your life like you do."

"How can you know your own limit if you don't try it?" Fulilian argued with reason, as if she really hoped that he could continue the experiment for 100 years, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead:

"Don't you think it's a bit miserable to pay the price with your own life?"

"But don't you think it would be worse to spend your life knowing nothing?"

"I don't think so!"

"It's just a waste of a hundred years, what's the big deal?"

"....It's too far off topic. Get up quickly and don't waste your life."

"You are the one, it's time to let go, right?"

.......

That night, Ash and Fulian argued and snatched the bedding, and the final result of this was...

The next day, Fulilian didn't wake up at noon. She didn't know when she rolled to the ground wrapped in a quilt.

On the other hand, Ash rested on her pillow, finished occupying the magpie's nest on her bed, and slept soundly...even though he lacked a quilt.

I was originally wondering why the village was so quiet today. Milly came to find her. When she saw this scene... the expression on her face became strange.

But then, in line with the principle that one thing is worse than one thing less, Milly, who did not want to get involved in the chaotic relationship between the two, simply closed the door again and pretended that nothing had happened.

.............................

Although the days are dull, there are also slight waves.

At least for the elves in the village, the originally peaceful life caused a lot of trouble for Ash.

Almost every elf would be taken to him to discuss magic matters whenever he had time.

Occasionally, Ash himself would lie under a tree in the village, looking at the magic book he got from Celia, reading, studying, and practicing quietly.

After Millie and Fulian completed their daily magic training, they sat leisurely not far away and observed the "human" who had unknowingly come to the village for two years.

"Milly, look at him. He is so busy every day. He always feels like he will never live to be a hundred years old."

"What are you talking about, Fulilian, humans usually die in a blink of an eye, right?"

"Will you have any feelings when you see such a busy human being, Milly who is always idle and in a daze?"

"...Do you feel that?" Milly, who was still holding a wine glass in her hand, lowered her head to think for a moment, then turned to look at her friend beside her: "Fulillian has also called me Milly recently. She has always been called Milly before. Alde?"

"Is that so?" The unexpected situation made Fulilian unconsciously show a surprised expression.

But Milly just smiled and nodded, looking at Ash's figure with an excited expression: "Such an interesting human being... is really rare."

"....It's better not to take it too seriously. Humans will die if they are not careful."

"That's true."

Milly nodded understandingly, and didn't pay too much attention to Ash's situation... She tasted wine and chatted with Fulian as usual.

But that day, late at night when everyone else was already asleep, Ash was the only one who was still in the stone room, continuing to practice without stopping.

When dark clouds cover the moonlight, darkness quietly envelopes this peaceful elven village in the past... I don't know why, but it makes the village extremely quiet tonight, and even the chirping of birds and animals disappears. It was so quiet that one could only feel terror.

In the complete silence, only the candlelight was left shining coldly, but it showed a somewhat unusual silence and depth, which made people feel an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

....And in this dead silence, the lush forest on the edge of the village quietly became the stage for another scene.

The mottled moonlight shines through the treetops, reflecting a group of mysterious figures in robes.

They were like ghosts in the night, their bodies tightly wrapped in robes of various colors, and their heads were obviously different from humans. They basically had various horns, just like legendary demons.

The Burial of Fulilian·Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 20: Who are you coming for?

A pair of twinkling eyes peered at everything in the village from the dark. These uninvited guests seemed to be waiting for the moment when everyone fell asleep so that they could attack easily.

However, Ash, who had been staying up late, also noticed that the atmosphere tonight was too abnormal, so he subconsciously walked out of his room and...bang! He kicked Fulilian's door.

The door that had been in disrepair for a long time, or was broken by him, fell straight down with one kick, and splashed dust all over the floor.

"——What's wrong!" Fulilian on the bed was startled, and sat up suddenly, staring at him fiercely:

"I worked hard tonight, right? Why did you tear down my door?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this."

"No! If you don't explain clearly, I won't let you go!"

"There is danger, probably an enemy attack."

"Enemy attack? At this time? Here??"

This word that she has never heard in this village for so many years made Fulilian doubt for a moment whether he has been on the battlefield for too long and is too nervous... just like those veterans on the battlefield, always suspicious.

Of course, there is no "post-traumatic stress disorder" in this world. This kind of war sequelae is just like there was "no" such disease in ancient times. But it just hasn't been diagnosed, which doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

But she has seen similar situations in books, so Fulilian couldn't help but look at him with sympathy: "...I'll give you a sleeping magic?"

"You... forget it, come out with me."

"Huh? Wait...!"

Before Fulilian could refuse, Ash gave up explaining and grabbed her ankle and dragged her off the bed.

He skillfully lifted her upside down and walked out on his own.

In the past two years, Ash has done this operation at least five times. Although this is the first time he was lifted out of the room, Fulilian still looks numb.

At Millie's repeated requests, while covering the front and back of her skirt, she gradually cast a dissatisfied look at him from the bottom up: ".... You are the legendary hooligan, right?"

"I am not interested in children."

"I am the elder?"

"I am not interested in old women either."

"Old women... this is the second time."

Flillian, who didn't care much at first, seemed to have a subtle change in her face when she heard this word, as if she wrote down his words in the little notebook in her heart.

But Ash didn't look at her at all, and looked around by himself: "Be quiet, listen carefully, do you find anything wrong?"

".... You are the most wrong person in this village, right? Hurry up and put me down, what time do you think it is now?" Flillian, who still had her head on the ground, scanned the surroundings and didn't find anything wrong, and even raised her leg to kick his wrist in anger.

This made him let go very quickly, causing Fulilian's head to fall to the ground with a "bang!", and she immediately cried out in pain:

"--It hurts...! How dare you do it! I've already... wuwu??"

"Quiet."

Before Fulilian finished complaining, he directly inserted his hand into her mouth, and instantly made her unable to move.

She forgot the pain in her confusion, and just opened her mouth blankly, looking at the bastard in front of her who inserted his finger into her mouth.

But it was also at this time that neither of them made any sound, and she finally noticed that the surroundings were much quieter than usual.

.......................

In this village in the forest, there were no insects or birds singing at night, which was also extremely rare for Fulilian.

Therefore, even though she grew up in this village far from disputes and too comfortable, she finally realized that something was wrong. She immediately pulled his finger out of her mouth and observed the surroundings vigilantly: "What happened?"

"I don't know, there should be an enemy ambushing nearby."

"... to catch you?"

"Me?" He was suddenly blamed and pointed at himself blankly.

Fulilian asked expressionlessly: "Aren't you a defected general?"

"That's right, but if they want to catch me, it's 500 years too early now."

"What do you mean 500 years too early?"

"Compared to this, do you have any clues? It should be your problem, right?"

"... Absolutely not."

Since she has never left this village, Fulilian really can't think of any reason for the village to be attacked. After all, the village has not suffered any other attacks for so many years.

It can even be said that the elves are unlikely to offend people when they go outside, so their village can be maintained until now.

It is precisely because of this that a peaceful personality and not meddling in other people's affairs are indeed the secret of the elves' longevity, that is...

"Is it really you?" After thinking again and again, she could not think of the reason, so Fulilian suddenly turned back to look at him again: "- Tell the truth and admit your mistakes, how about it?"

"...What did I do?"

"You are the only one who would cause trouble in the whole village."

"The country I defected to is far away from here, it can't be them, and I have only been living off my parents all the way here, and I haven't done anything else?"

"...Living off my parents?"

"That means not working and living off the elderly at home."

"...You can even do such a thing?"

After elves become adults, they all live independently, which makes Fulilian really disgusted with his behavior of relying on his parents. She even can't help but doubt: "In other words, it's your parents who are looking for you now?"

"I don't think it's possible. Don't throw dirty water on me for no reason. It's obviously your people who did it, right?"

"But we shouldn't have offended anyone."

"Really?"

"...If everyone is like you, we can't live that long, right?" Fulilian looked around with vigilance and glanced at him unhappily.

But Ash didn't think so: "Who knows? A lazy guy like you may also have a grudge."

"Besides you, I can't think of anyone else who would hate me."

"That's great, but compared to this...shouldn't we first consider how to solve the current problem?"

"I don't think so...after all, they have come out."

Just when the two were talking, the weirdos hidden around the village, or the demons, for some reason gave up the idea of ​​a surprise attack and took the initiative to come out from all around.

The Buried Flyllian: Thousand Years to the Present: Chapter 21: Fighting the Demon General

The demons were pouring into the village from all directions, but when they noticed that the two in the middle were magicians, the demons stood out openly, and even their auras were no longer hidden.

The leader was not a magician, but a warrior holding a giant sword, wearing heavy armor, and with two huge demon horns on his head.

Suddenly, they were surrounded by a group of demons, which instantly made Ash and Flyllian more vigilant. Even the elves sleeping in the village noticed these guys who showed their presence wantonly and did not hide their auras at all.

"Oh no... Should we run away now?" Ash could feel that the demon warrior in the lead was quite powerful, so he began to think about how to escape from here.

When Fulilian heard what he said, she couldn't help but look back and glared at him: "So you are the one who caused the trouble!?"

"No, I don't know, it shouldn't be..." It shouldn't be, after all, I used to be in the southern countries and basically didn't encounter the demons.

But to say that he offended people, the elves' personalities are indeed not like that. Could it be that humans hired demons to kill people? Or did the demons find out that he was free and undisciplined? Did he not want to join the demon king at all and wanted to kill him? But how many serious demons would take the initiative to join the demon king?

His expression of trying to recall made Fulilian immediately suspicious: "Is it really you?!"