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

"You finally look like a monk, not like the drunkard monk you were before. Should I say you've become more stable or something?"

"Because I'm the bishop of the Holy City now." Haita smiled and shrugged, looking at the two of them and sighing unconsciously:

"You really haven't changed at all."

"You're a drunkard monk, but you've become a bishop?"

"Haha~ Who made me feel like I'm favored by the goddess, not like someone who has offended the goddess."

Haita smiled so proudly, he really didn't look like a person who should be respected.

"...Offended?"

"What? Do you have any idea? Didn't you do something disrespectful to the goddess?"

"When I was a kid, I drank too much in the village and accidentally vomited on the ground while holding the statue. Does it count?"

"What does it count?...You will definitely be punished by God, right?" Even though he was always drunk, Haita was stunned when he heard this.

Even the taciturn dwarf Aize, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but sigh: "The mystery that has been unsolved for many years has finally been answered."

Compared to the two humans, the dwarf Aize hasn't changed much either.

But Ash couldn't help but ask, "You...are old?"

"...Really? Isn't Aize exactly the same?" Before she could speak, Fulilian looked over curiously.

Aize closed his eyes and sighed with a little emotion: "...There is no big change in appearance, but the functions of the body have all aged, and it is really not as good as before."

"Is that so? But..." Fulilian looked at Ash and said in confusion: "He seems to have become much stronger? No, speaking of it...you have all become weaker, why is Ash stronger?"

"This is..." Ash was actively thinking about the reason, but Xin Meier suddenly took over the conversation and smiled: "That's because the physical constitutions of humans are very different."

"Is that so?" Fulilian tilted her head in confusion.

"Like Azer, a warrior who used to be at the top of the human race, wasn't he fine even after being bitten on the head by a dragon?" As the team's atmosphere livener, Haita also explained with a smile: "If it were normal, it would definitely not be possible...right? Human bodies are so different, so Ash might be able to live another twenty years or something."

"Indeed, even if Azer was bitten by a poisonous snake that could kill monsters, he could still survive with his willpower. He was also hit by a poisonous arrow that could make a dragon faint, but he could still jump around. Other dwarves don't seem to be able to do it at all."

"That's it, right? To be honest, Azer is so strong that it's a bit disgusting." Haita smiled and patted Azer's helmet, and looked at Ash and joked: "Your body...isn't it as disgusting as Azer's now?"

"Well...it's okay?"

He lowered his head vaguely, but didn't know what he should say at this time.

Because...compared to the slow-witted Fulilian, they obviously discovered something.

But why didn't they seem to want to ask, and even helped to cover up? Was it because they were worried that they were old and couldn't deal with him even if they joined hands?

No... definitely not. Although the reason was not very clear, this was the only thing Ash could be sure of.

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

After the explanations of Xinmeier and Haita, although Fulilian was still a little confused, she also believed that her understanding of humans was definitely far inferior to that of these two old men, so she didn't think about it any more.

And she never thought that they might lie to her... After all, it seems that there is nothing to lie about normally?

It was also after this slight episode that the group of people, with only simple luggage, embarked on this - the last adventure.

Stepping lightly in the soft light of the morning sun, leisurely crossing the winding river, climbing over the rolling mountains, camping in the quiet forest, and the next day, when the sun shines through the dense treetops, casting mottled light and shadows, accompanied by the gentle breeze, once again continued the unfinished journey.

In this way, the group took their time and spent about a week to arrive at the Tianchi Lake at the top of the mountain.

In the sunset, a group of old friends who had reunited after a long time sat on the lawn chatting and waiting for the night to fall.

".... Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered, Ash." Flyllian suddenly thought of something, turned her head and looked at the boy who had never changed, and smiled:

"Didn't you make a wish last time, saying that you wanted to watch the meteors with a serious girl? As a result, now... it's still us."

"..... It seems that there is such a thing."

"Fifty years, still haven't found it?"

"I have been training... The selectors are all very strange, and you are more normal compared to them." It was at this time that he remembered that he seemed to have made a wish fifty years ago.

But now thinking back, he has spent another boring fifty years, and he is also bitter in his heart, but he doesn't even know what he should complain about.

The distressed expression made Fulilian feel uncomfortable teasing him. She shook her head with a smile, and together with Xin Meier, she put her hands on his shoulders and comforted him without words.

Haita saw this scene and couldn't help showing a nostalgic expression. He smiled and adjusted the frame:

"Isn't that good? If you fail this time, you still have fifty years to look for it. If you really can't find it, we will accompany you next time if you are still alive."

Simmel also touched his beard and comforted:

"It's okay. Since I encountered a shooting star again, let's make another wish now."

"....Forget it, it's of no use anyway. Making a wish now will only increase the emptiness."

"Really? But... I think this is not bad." Simmel stared at the sky with a smile: "... I really miss it. Being with you is like going back to the days when we traveled together. "

"Of all people, I am the most reliable." Fulian raised her face with a smile and boasted unceremoniously.

"...You? Haha." Simmel just smiled kindly, and did not reveal her dark history of always being bitten by the Mimic Monster. Instead, she looked at the first meteor across the sky. He let out a long sigh:

"Now that I think about it, in those wonderful memories of the past, you were always there."

"...This statement is a little sad, isn't it? Isn't it the time to be happy?" Ash couldn't help but shake his head after hearing this, and patted his bald head.

"You really lack respect for the elderly." Simmel sighed with a wry smile, but did not brush his hand away, but looked up to the sky and whispered:

"Fulillian, thanks to you, I can experience this wonderful adventure again at the end."

"Huh?" Fulilian didn't speak, but looked over curiously.

But Simmel suddenly lowered his voice to the boy next to him: "And Ash..."

"What?"

"...From now on, I will ask you to take more care of Frilian and humans."

“Suddenly the scope is so huge.”

"You definitely can."

"What? Why?"

"Intuition." Simmel smiled but did not answer.

But everything seemed to be left unsaid. At the same time, Simmel did not look at the crowd from beginning to end, but looked at the dark night sky.

However, only the two of them and Haita, who was sitting next to Simmel, heard their conversation. The other two were immersed in the magnificent beauty of the sky, which seemed to baptize the soul.

It seems that he is remembering the past, or maybe he is thinking about something else?

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

After completing the agreement half a century ago, everyone returned to the city with joy and laughter, but... before they could part ways again, it was their first night back in the city.

Simmel passed away in his sleep - as if his wish had been fulfilled and he no longer had any nostalgia, he fell into eternal sleep with a smile in his dream.

For the fallen warrior, the kingdom held a solemn funeral in the Royal Capital Cathedral, with fully armed soldiers serving as a guard of honor, and Haita personally presided over the ceremony.

People who had received his help in the city spontaneously came to see him off. Low and solemn music echoed in the cathedral, filling the cathedral with an atmosphere of grief and admiration.

From time to time, low cries and heavy sighs could be heard in the crowd, and everyone's face was full of reluctance.

Even Florian... seemed to have felt sad because she thought Ash was dead in the past. This time she lowered her eyes, showing unspeakable sadness, and murmured something that only she could hear:

"Sure enough, human lifespan is very short..."

Even after all these years, have the elves changed after all? ——Ash glanced at Fulilian but did not speak.

His eyes quickly fell on the old man who passed away with a smile in the coffin, and he let out a sigh similar to that of Florian:

"The human lifespan...is really short."

The current situation of old friends gradually fading away like leaves in the wind gave Ash a new understanding of Celia's behavior in the long past, which basically did not interact with humans.

When I unconsciously looked at Haita, I felt that maybe it wouldn't be too long before I would attend his funeral... Maybe it would be better to leave after this time and not come back again? ——He couldn't help but have such thoughts.

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(PS: In order to avoid intermittent interruptions, I will update it later at around this time tomorrow, and then it will probably all be combined into one. By the way, please ask for a monthly ticket~~!)

The Buried Fulian·Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 65: With Hope and Believe in Reunion·Bad News (3K)

When Haita stepped down from the position of host and gave way to the local bishop and stood next to Ash, he heard his sigh.

This is really not like the emotion that humans should have, but it made Haita smile and give his own answer on behalf of his lost childhood friend and best friend:

"Ash, you are wrong... I think this level of life is just right, and at least I think Simmel will definitely be happy in the end."

"...If only that were the case."

Ash nodded vaguely, and he didn't know if he was convinced or not, so Haita emphasized his tone:

"That must be the case, because at the end...we were all by his side, and he definitely had no regrets. Or rather, I definitely wouldn't have any regrets either."

"....Better say goodbye. I don't want to attend two funerals in one day."

"Haha, you're kidding. After all, I'm different from you. The goddess still takes good care of me."

This heavy and sad funeral gradually came to an end with Haitana's teasing and old and weak laughter that was incompatible with the atmosphere.

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After a night's rest in the royal capital, everyone gathered at the city gate again the next day, but there was one less person than before.

The church's carriage was already waiting for Haita at the door.

But before boarding the carriage, Haita turned around and looked at the three of them seriously, showing a kind smile that was completely different from the one he used to have:

"....Let me take a good look at you again. This should be the last time we meet."

"Is there something wrong with your health?" Fulilian's face was obviously worried, but Haita smiled and said, "It must be retribution for drinking all the year round."

"That's a damning punishment."

Just like Haita always said that he was disgusting, Aize was also particularly ruthless towards Haita.

But neither of them obviously cared about this level of joking.

Haita just laughed and turned around to get on the carriage and asked them to bring some wine to his tomb if they went to the Holy City in the future.

This openness to death puzzled Fulian, but the reason Haita gave was just...

"We are a brave team that saves the world. After we die, we will definitely have a lot of meat and fish in heaven. And that's why I fight with you~"

Haita, who ended with a joke and smiled contentedly at everyone, closed his eyes in the carriage and left as everyone watched.

"Heaven...?" Ash muttered softly on the spot, and Fulilian couldn't help laughing when she heard it:

"Let's not talk about a fair-weather monk like Haita. Don't even think about a lazy guy like you being a gangster. After all, you vomited on the statue of the goddess."

"No, I never thought about that."

"Really? You are so self-aware?"

"certainly."

After all, the goddess is the enemy of the demons. It would be strange if she could go to heaven. Just thinking of this, he shrugged indifferently.

But this attitude also made Fulilian a little worried, as if she was worried that she would really hurt him, so she corrected her: "...What I just said was a joke. You haven't given up on yourself, have you?"

"...Why should I give up on myself?" He shook his head and laughed, and patted her on the head: "You are the one, think about what you will do next?"

"How many times have I told you not to touch my head..." Fulilian resisted and brushed her hand away, but with a hint of unspeakable emotion, she slightly tightened her grip on the suitcase in her hand. He glanced at the two of them with his usual calm eyes:

"Going on, I'm still the same as before...what about you?"

"....Let's go home. After all, there's nothing special."

Ai Ze's tone was still dull, but it had been like this for a long time together, so they didn't really care.

However, Ya Xiu thought of Aize's home, which he had visited once before, and couldn't help showing a strange expression:

"....Seriously, would you be better off becoming an adventurer to earn some money and decorate the cave a little? Last time I went there, I thought it was an open-air tomb."