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

This shocking look made Simmel couldn't help but laugh:

"You really haven't changed at all, and your words are still not tactful at all, but is it too much to say this again?"

"No...this is absolutely abnormal, isn't it?"

"It's not normal for you to be completely unchanged like this." Simmel looked at him up and down with a smile, but smiled and said:

"It's really... it makes me nostalgic. When I see you and Fulilian, I can't help but think of the adventure fifty years ago. Although you were always absent at critical times, it seemed like you were just here to visit."

"Well...I'm weak after all."

"...Really? Even if Aize fights you now in his heyday, he might not be able to win in a mere hand-to-hand fight, right?"

"Is that so?" He didn't respond directly, speaking vaguely with a confused expression.

Simmel murmured with emotion: "Even though Aize has grown old, you can't see any signs of decline... You are worthy of being a great magician in the mythical age. You can even create this kind of magic." ”

"Indeed...it's amazing."

"Speaking of which, how old are you now?"

"Well...early one hundred?"

"Really? That's really... By the way, it's better not to stand and chat, come to my house and sit down, let's have a good chat."

Seeing his old friend whom he had not seen for a long time, Simmel seemed very happy and did not intend to talk about those bad things. With a smile on his face, he pulled him through the streets and alleys, heading towards the place that had not changed from fifty years ago to now. Go past the residence.

Along the way, the conversation between the two people did not stop, but Simmel also revealed that Fulian had not visited them once in the past 50 years.

If you want to ask why this is the case, it is of course because...

"...Every year at the gathering, there are only the three of us, and you two never come...We all wonder if you have forgotten us."

"Uh, no...that's not the case...really."

Simmel complained rather bitterly, making him look away in embarrassment with a mixed feeling.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that twenty-five years ago he also wanted to come over and say goodbye to Celie, but he was coldly rejected.

Human beings are different from us. Life is short and fleeting. No matter how good the relationship is, what's the point? It's just a waste of time and unnecessary troubles. Don't go! ——This sentence came to his mind unconsciously when he saw Simmel's appearance.

But looking at his old friend, he couldn't help but want to ask Celie: If that's the case, why do you teach so many human students?

It's just the same... Facing this old man who was already as weak as a candle in the wind, he was able to understand Celie's words.

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As a brave man who once saved the world, Simmel's home is more simple than expected, just a very ordinary house.

Simmel also lit a fire in the fireplace like an old man and sat down first. He originally wanted to experience a rocking chair... No, Simmel was already a genuine old man.

"...What's wrong? Do you want to give it a try too?" Simmel, who was swaying lightly in the rocking chair, seemed to notice that he cared about the rocking chair, and couldn't help but try: "How about I get up??"

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It seemed that Ash really cared about the rocking chair, so while Simmel was talking, he actually held the chair with both hands to make room for him.

He looked like an old man giving in to his wayward grandson, so Ash quickly stepped forward and pushed him down, denying it flatly:

"——No, no, I'm just curious. I don't want to sit down. At most, I just feel a little emotional. You are just an ordinary old man now!"

"Haha, what are you talking about..." Simmel shook his head repeatedly and showed a kind smile: "Although I am still so handsome even after getting older, I am actually an ordinary old man. It's just that you don't have it. Change?"

"....That's true."

"Speaking of which, you are also here for the promise made fifty years ago, right?"

"certainly."

"So does Fulilian, but she arrived three days ago, but she hasn't seen anyone yet. She seems to have gone out of the city to get something? I don't know where she went." Xinmel sighed helplessly, but He smiled again and joked:

"Although you two are very ruthless and have never visited us once, it seems that you are not so ruthless that you have even forgotten this agreement."

"Uh, sorry... I've been very busy lately..."

Faced with this, he was probably retaliating. He had said that he had not changed his job as a dwarf before, and he really felt sorry for it. Ash was somewhat unable to hold his head up.

"Haha~ I'm just kidding, don't worry so much, but to be honest... we all doubted that we would never meet you again in this life... I didn't expect that there would be a chance to see you again, but this is enough It makes people happy.”

"Is this enough to be happy...?" The more he said this, the more Ashian felt that he was not a human being... although he was indeed not a human being.

But Simmel did not attack further, but looked at him with a kind smile, nostalgia and reminiscence, and returned to the topic:

"Speaking of which, when Fulilian came, I had already written to Haita and Aize. They have been in this country for these years and will meet at the gate outside the city tomorrow morning."

Xin Meier, who no longer had the vigor of his youth and spoke slowly, added at the end: "Let's talk about what you have been busy with for the past fifty years. It's just right to spend time with an old man like me. Anyway, you don't have anything to do here, right?"

"Well... I really haven't... I've been exercising."

"I can feel that you seem to have made great progress in all aspects, but..."

"But?"

"No... It's nothing."

If you are about to enter the end of your life, why do you exercise like this? Moreover, the appearance of humans can be fixed, but can the state of the body really remain unchanged forever? Why are you always in the ascending stage?

——Xin Meier did not ask these questions, but shook his head gently, and looked at him with a kind look of an old man looking at the younger generation, smiling and saying slowly:

"You are our friend... So, we have always been curious about the past of you and Fulilian."

"Really?"

Why did you suddenly emphasize the point of friends at this time? ——Yash always felt that this seemed a little abrupt. Combined with the question he had just said, he could think that something was wrong.

However... Since Xin Meier did not ask, he seemed to have no need to continue to point out anything at this time. After all, this was not something to celebrate.

With this thought, he pondered with a little annoyance: "... Nothing interesting happened to me in these years, so it doesn't matter?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, talk about it~"

"Well, do you know the Continental Magic Association?"

"Ah, I heard about it, that was established by your master, right?"

........

Unable to refuse the kindness, Ash was forced to talk about the only part he could talk about.

That is, he accidentally kicked the real one when he was trying to challenge the master.... That was a past event that made him quite helpless and somewhat funny.

After that, Ash also talked with him about what he had done during this period, and they talked until night fell, and then they went to the tavern to drink and chat.

As for Fulilian, who was supposed to arrive first.... I really didn't meet her, and I don't know where she went.

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The next morning.

The sun slanted into the room, covering the cold living room in winter with a layer of warm and soft light, and the air was filled with the unique warmth of burning firewood.

And Ash, who was staying at Xin Meier's house, lay down on the rocking chair by the fireplace after washing up early in the morning.

With the gentle rocking of the chair and the crackling of firewood in his ears, everything was so comfortable that he could probably understand why Xin Meier liked this rocking chair.

He himself was unconsciously immersed in this comfort with his whole body and mind, closed his eyes, and swung freely.

But... not too long, the door of the living room was slowly pushed open.

A voice that was still recognizable after half a century and was also very nostalgic came from behind:

"Are you... Ash?"

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the owner of the voice appeared in front of him.

Flillian looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, staring at him intently: "Why... are you here? And what are you doing..."

"Huh? Ah... do you want to try it too?"

"No——!"

Seeing him quickly stand up and give way, Fulillian couldn't help but reflexively rejected the invitation.

It should be a long-awaited reunion, but seeing him sitting in the rocking chair, looking as comfortable as an old man, he was just like the owner of the house, Xin Meier.

This made her feel that... even if this guy didn't change in appearance, he must have really aged, right?

Although she didn't know what an old human should look like, she could probably tell something from the state similar to Xin Meier, but...

"How old are you now?"

Even though she didn't want to ask, she subconsciously asked directly now.

"Well... a little over a hundred, a hundred and one?"

"... Sure enough, if humans are a little lazy, they can really live longer, right?"

"No, this is still within the normal range... probably."

"Is that so?" Fulilian looked at him in the rocking chair with an indescribable weird expression.

To be honest, this time, she had actually prepared for the bad news that Ash couldn't come here, or even died of old age, but she almost forgot how many times she had prepared for this.

But every time she thought he was dead, he would suddenly pop up again alive and kicking...Even if she felt a little mentally unbearable, Ash's tossing back and forth was unbearable.

When Ash noticed this strange expression, he couldn't help but look up and glare at him: "What's that expression on your face? Are you hoping that I'll die soon?"

"How is that possible... I just thought that this time, I really won't see you again forever."

It's not that I expect my friend to die, but it's hard to describe the feeling of dying again and again.

This made her cross her arms and look thoughtful: "Speaking of which, isn't this Xin Meier's home? Why are you sitting on his chair?"

"He took the hairbrush back to the room, probably to comb his hair, and said that this can be used by me first."

"Although I think it is unlikely, you won't fight with Xin Meier for this rocking chair when I am not here, right?"

Just after she finished speaking suspiciously, she thought of something and frowned unconsciously: "No, I remember... Xin Meier is bald now, right?"

"I don't know, bald people also have their own persistence... I remember he said this."

"... I don't quite understand, humans are really weird." Fulilian was in a dilemma. Shaking her head in annoyance, she sat on the chair opposite him, resting her elbow on the table, looking at him with one hand on her chin, and accusing him unhappily:

"What have you been doing for the past half century? I heard that you were very excessive and didn't come to see them at all."

"Is this my problem? Why didn't you come? I thought you would come! Do you know how sad I was when I heard that you didn't come?"

"This... I'm sorry, I was wrong, I always felt that forty-nine years had passed without me noticing... Hmm? No, wait a minute?"

Flillian lowered her head in frustration at what he said, but she came back to her senses in a trance when she was about to finish, feeling that something was wrong.

But just as she narrowed her eyes in displeasure, Ash waved his hand and said:

"Forget it, forget it, I forgive you, let's not talk about the past anymore, of course, I would be happy if you can help me push it by the way."

"--Are you an old grandfather?! And... you have no right to say that to me."

Realizing that he was tricked, Fulilian was depressed.

But after hesitating for a while, looking at his comfortable and old appearance in the rocking chair, Fulilian still sighed and walked forward, and helped him rock from behind.

The warm room in this winter has once again restored tranquility.

With a good friend next to him and a blazing fire, everything seems so harmonious and beautiful.

It's just....When Xin Meier finally finished tidying up his appearance, he came out and looked at the two young guys, one yawning and rocking in the chair, and the other still occupying his own rocking chair and sleeping comfortably, but he didn't know what expression he should make.

I even didn't understand whether I should disturb their weird and inexplicably harmonious atmosphere.

After a long time, he endured the strange feeling, with a feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and gently tapped the ground with his cane, so that they could temporarily end this strange "descendants" harmony mode.

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When the three of them walked out of the capital shoulder to shoulder.

As soon as they left the city gate, they saw two people, one tall and one short, guarding the edge of the city wall.

Although he was an alcoholic monk, Haita was still very tall, and his appearance had not changed much even though 50 years had passed.

It was just that his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked a little old, and his clothes had unexpectedly not changed at all compared to the past... Maybe he wore them specially for today's meeting, but Ash couldn't help but tease: