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

"...Although I also want to give you a baby, the only normal girl I have come into contact with is the emperor's concubine. No matter what I say about a married woman..."

"At that time, did you really climb in on purpose?"

"No, that's really a misunderstanding!" Regarding his sexual fetish, Ash felt that he had to explain it clearly.

But Fulilian looked like there was nothing she could do against him: "Okay, okay, the empire should have been destroyed anyway, so it doesn't matter if you just say it, right?"

"No, I'm serious. I like normal beautiful girls."

"...You are so old, but you still want an old cow to eat young grass?"

"But men always like beautiful eighteen-year-old girls."

"That's really lame."

"What? Is there anything wrong with this? Or is it because you are too old, so..."

"——This is the second time, there will be no next time." She was clearly joking with him in a relaxed tone just a moment ago, but when she mentioned her age, Fulian immediately straightened her face and stretched out two fingers to him seriously, He was dumbfounded for the first time today:

"No...? You still remember to count?!"

"certainly."

"——Are you too vindictive?! It's been a thousand years! It's time to reset it!"

"No, there will be no next time. Remember it yourself."

Although she was still laughing just now, Fulian really refused to give in on the issue of age. She emphasized the importance of this with a cold face.

At this time, even Ash could only raise his hands, as if he was forced to compromise.

It was also like this that Fulilian gradually put away her serious expression, raised the corners of her mouth slightly with satisfaction, and then started busy preparing lunch.

Despite some slightly weird episodes, lunch here only consists of wild vegetables, mushrooms and simple bacon.

But at the dinner table, the two chatting and laughing were in unprecedented harmony.

It seems that this long time has not brought about the slightest gap in the hearts of the two, and everything seems to be back to a thousand years ago.

The Buried Fulian·Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 39 Ordinary Time·Favorite Magic

In Fulian's wooden house, the two had a pleasant lunch together and chatted leisurely all afternoon.

Later, in the night, we wandered among the mountains and forests together.

Ash was so unceremonious that he spent the night on the floor of the wooden house.

Until the early morning of the next day, Fulian took him to the vast hills not far away.

Between the rolling hills, the vast land seems to be covered with a holy veil, with countless white flowers blooming everywhere.

Looking around, this sea of ​​flowers is vast and endless.

And right in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, there was an erected stone tablet with Volame's name clearly engraved on it.

"This sea of ​​flowers...was created by you using magic, right?"

Looking at the magnificent scenery in front of him, and then looking at the familiar name on the tombstone, his eyes unconsciously fell on the girl beside him.

"You also know, right? Master's favorite magic is the magic that can create beautiful flower fields...so I often come here to use it."

"But I remember that you were not interested in this kind of magic before."

"Indeed." Fulilian nodded slightly: "But in the end...when the teacher was about to die, I asked her to teach me this magic."

"Why?"

"Why? No...how to describe that feeling...I don't know." Fulilian stared at the tombstone, frowned slightly, showing a troubled expression: "I just...want to learn, right?" "

"Really?" He nodded thoughtfully and couldn't help but ask: "Speaking of which, Frilian, what is your favorite magic?"

"The magic that creates beautiful flower fields, right?"

"I'm talking about you, not Volamei."

"That's probably it."

"That's it, you still say you like magic."

"Don't you like them all?" Fulian was a little unhappy after being questioned, and even asked: "Then Ash, what kind of magic do you like?"

"It's not impossible, it's just...well, let me just say gravity?"

"Why?"

"The magic we relied on to survive in the beginning? If we didn't know this, that troublesome sister and I would have died long ago."

"Speaking of which, you still have a sister...?" When talking about this matter, Fulian couldn't help but look a little sad: "Let me tell you, Ash."

"What?"

"How did you feel when you knew your sister was dead?" She still couldn't understand how she felt when she shed tears a thousand years ago, and she unconsciously turned to him for help.

"....How do you feel when your sister dies?"

In fact, now that he knew that Aura was still alive and even outstanding, when he was asked this, his expression gradually became subtle.

Fulian, who was keenly aware of this, showed a guilty expression:

"I'm sorry, it's better to forget it after all... You guys supported each other all the way here, you must have a deep relationship, right?"

"....I guess so."

"perhaps?"

"....Don't mind." He looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, just to avoid letting her see the weird expression that he couldn't hold back.

At this time, Fulilian was surprisingly considerate and patted his shoulder without saying anything.

In this way, after maintaining silence for a long time, Ya Xiu suddenly spoke again: "Speaking of..."

"What?"

"There are some strange magics on your desk. Those shouldn't belong to Volamei, right?"

"In my free time, I collected them from various places, and..." Perhaps thinking of something interesting, Fulian's smile returned to her face: "Two hundred years ago, the treasure box I opened, although it was identified I became a Mimic, but there is actually a magic book?”

"After all, one percent doesn't exist."

"That's it, right~?" Fulilian's long ears swayed up and down as she raised her head proudly.

This made him feel interesting, and he laughed and said: "So, what kind of magic is inside?"

"The magic that makes your body smell good."

"Uh... is that useful or useless?"

“The type of smell varies from person to person.”

"Well...if you get dirty, you can also deal with emergencies, right? And if everyone is different, it should be quite interesting?" He touched his chin, lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and then gave a vague response, calling Fu The curvature of the corners of Lillian's mouth became a little higher: "Really~?"

"....Think about it this way, you can actually find the magic you really like. It doesn't matter if it's not fighting. The main thing is that it's interesting and what you like."

"I like it... I understand the ordinary kind of like, but the kind that is too specific always seems a bit difficult to understand."

"It's okay. If you say it, it will definitely be okay."

Looking at his still confused old friend, Ash's eyes flashed with a warm smile, and he touched her head very smoothly.

"Me too...can I?" Noticing the "warmth" of her gaze, Fulian unconsciously froze on the spot. After a while, she came back to her senses, moved his hand away, and said unhappily:

"I thought you had become more calm, but... don't touch my head while you're at it, your hair will be messed up, right?"

"fine."

"where?"

"At least my hair isn't messed up."

"You guy... As expected, nothing has changed at all."

Although her tone was a little rude and she was still complaining about him, Fulian didn't know why, but the corners of her mouth couldn't stop turning up.

Although it was just a trivial matter, unexpectedly... I was quite happy.

He even couldn't help but think about it, as if he could really listen to him and find the magic he liked.

And the leisurely time continued so slowly, but five days passed in the blink of an eye.

The person promised—the Brave of the South—finally appeared on the dilapidated hilltop.

The Buried Fulian·Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 40 The Unchangeable Miracle

In the early morning, when Ash and Fulian had nothing to do, they learned to identify edible wild vegetables in the bushes.

Fulian, who had never asked him why he was here at this time, suddenly thought of something, looked up at him, and asked:

"Although it's a little sudden, Ash...are you afraid of dying?"

"Uh... Is it really too sudden?" Ya Xiu looked back dumbfounded, but her expression looked particularly serious:

"If there's anything you want to do, let me know."

"What's going on? Don't suddenly set a strange flag for me, okay? I haven't gone to the battlefield yet, right?"

"Really? Then tell me when you think of it...anything is fine."

"I suddenly thought..."

"Have you thought of it?"

"No...I was wondering if I could get angry now and give you a slap." As he spoke, Ash gave her a slap on the head.

"——It hurts!?" Fulian, who was caught off guard, covered her head with both hands and kept squatting on the ground. She raised her head and complained dissatisfiedly: "...Why did you do it when you asked! I don't have it at all. Do you agree?"

"That's a good question, but if I asked you, would you agree?"

"Of course not!" Fulilian replied instantly without thinking, making Ash smile and say, "Then why should I wait for your answer?"

"Huh? It seems like this... is wrong. In that case, why do you ask?"

"Of course it makes me appear more democratic."

Facing this depressed girl, Ash explained his point of view seriously, which should not be recognized.

only.....

"....democracy?"

Not to mention opinions, Fulian couldn't even understand the words.

"It means respecting others."

"...Would people who respect others hit them?"

"Not necessarily, sometimes it's for education, like that's what it means now." He just stretched out his hand and pressed it on Fulilian's head, looking at her lack of energy and somewhat resentful emerald eyes, and said solemnly:

"Although I know you care about me, isn't this method too strange? It makes it seem like I'm going to die soon."

"I always feel...sorry."

"No...you should fight back at this time, right?"

This was different from the past. The girl was obviously too gentle, which made Ash feel uncomfortable all over.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, and before he even had time to say anything else, he just ruffled her hair roughly, and the sound of undisguised footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Looking closely, he saw a middle-aged man with long bangs and a beard, with two swords on his waist, which made him subconsciously withdraw his hand.

Fulilian followed his gaze and observed his expression. She couldn't help but adjust her hair while asking curiously in a calm tone:

"Your acquaintance?"

"Well~ It's a bit difficult to explain specifically." Ash stood up, with a slightly distressed expression, observing the long-lost friend.