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

Outside the carriage window, the vast plains covered in silver stretched as far as the eye could see. The forests in the distance were like dots of emerald inlaid on the snow-covered land, reflecting each other with the slightly shining sky.

During the boring march, time seemed to have turned into daytime in an instant, but the beautiful scenery outside the window made Ash unconsciously fascinated.

The air was filled with the fresh breath of ice and snow, but it was a pity that the dense sound of horses' hooves stepping on the snow destroyed the scenery.

After a long time, at the end of the endless snowfield, the quiet streets of the town appeared in front of him, but it seemed particularly desolate.

When the army gradually approached this landscape, the old houses and the recruitment notices everywhere filled the entire field of vision, making him feel bored instantly.

"It's daytime now. After dinner, we should be close to the front line." He muttered and closed his eyes.

It usually doesn't snow in the southern countries, but this place is located on a plateau and is covered with ice and snow all day long. What the two countries are fighting for is the control of this snowfield.

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Not far from the town, in sharp contrast to the previous beautiful scenery, are the neatly lined up armies on both sides.

Only the front line of the opposing army seems a bit chaotic, but...it seems understandable.

Because the front line is a group of children with an average age of no more than ten years old. They are both men and women, with dull eyes and a long sword in their hands. Obviously...they are the frontline cannon fodder and spiritual meat shields.

Image: "Child Soldiers", Location: "Images/1720600130-100409035-111875587.jpg"

"...Don't their parents have any objections? Aren't they afraid of causing riots? Or are they all orphans?" Ash couldn't help but whisper.

In his team, the middle-aged woman who sat opposite him a while ago showed a complicated expression when she heard this: "What kind of parents are there? These are all war orphans..."

"Really? Then we are fine?"

"... Almost, but we still have some spare strength, but it's hard to say in a while, so if I die, can I ask you to take care of my children? I don't want my children to..."

"Wait a minute, we have only known each other for a month, you actually said this?"

"... But now, Captain, you look the calmest, so..."

"Can I be the only one to ask?" He nodded silently, but couldn't help sighing: "Even if I get out of this war, I won't stay here, so I can't accept your request."

"... You are really too much, even if you comfort me at this time, you should agree to it."

"I don't like lying, so you have to find a way to survive."

After that, he ignored the crying middle-aged woman again, and held his breath to prepare for the upcoming conflict.

After a little preparation, the sound of war drums began to echo in the wilderness, and the army began to line up neatly, spraying arrows at the enemy's front-line cannon fodder.

The mages followed closely behind, waving their wands, and began to brew powerful magic.

In this solemn atmosphere, Ash also mixed in, symbolically playing his role, throwing fireballs at the dense crowd.

It turned out that he just wanted to fish in troubled waters, just for the sake of it, and just find an opportunity to see if he could escape... But the reality was more severe than he imagined.

Just as the two armies were fighting fiercely, a cavalry suddenly came out from the flank, like a sharp sword, piercing through the support troops protecting them, and rushed towards them with a knife in the dust.

The magicians of this era generally used magic very slowly, and faced with sudden attacks, they especially lacked means to deal with them, which was why they were given sabers at the beginning.

Instantly, screams rang out beside him, and the horrible hell struck.

The world was dyed bloody without him noticing, and his former companions fell one by one, but... gravity magic made him shine in this chaos.

But when the conflict that lasted for several hours ended, most of his former teammate disappeared. The only one still alive beside him was the middle-aged woman who had read her daughter's letter and resisted to the end with all her strength. She was still kneeling on the ground and still gasping...

"... You are really amazing. Can the legendary faith really increase people's survival rate?"

Looking at the woman who was cut in the throat by the knight's sword and bleeding profusely, but still struggling with her wound, and then looking at the priest who ran over quickly, Ash couldn't help but feel a little surprised at her survival, but...

When the priest gave her emergency treatment, he walked around and swept the bones all over the ground, making Ash realize that only the two of them survived in the entire team, but this was also very lucky, because there were more than 30 people in the entire squadron, but less than ten people were left.

This made him look at his hands, which were once again covered in blood, with a little distraction.

When he looked away from his hands in a trance, he looked up.

Wherever the wind and snow reached, there were corpses buried by the sudden heavy snowfall.

Snow and blood formed a beautiful and cruel picture.

"Is this... a real war?"

Ash murmured, not knowing whether he was glad that he was still alive, or whether he was touched by the shocking scene and expressed deeper emotions.

But no matter what, for this war... these seemed very insignificant.

The Buried Flyllian: Thousand Years to the Present: Chapter 12: Raising Souls

In the conflict between the Kingdom of Tad and its neighboring countries on the snowfield, due to the heavy losses of the mage troops and Ash's outstanding performance, he was directly promoted from a small captain to a large captain.

Then... in the second, third, fourth, and fifth times... this continuous, large and small, and intermittent conflict lasted for five years.

The continuous battles did not kill him. As a demon, he was tempered in the war and unexpectedly became the general of the Kingdom of Tad.

However, even if the war was intermittent, he had already collected 1,000 souls in the second year and made his first wish, wanting to become the strongest... but it did not pass.

He wanted the magic power and fighting power of the demon king level... but it was not available. He wanted all the magic knowledge but it was not satisfied. It seemed that the amount of souls was far from enough to activate a miracle of that level.

There was no way. While cursing, he also realized that this system was basically equivalent to equal exchange. Maybe the price was not so equal, at least not so equal to himself.

Therefore, with only 1,000 souls, what he could do was really limited. He could only continue to raise enough souls and wish for perfect gravity magic knowledge.

And in the next four years, he continued to study the complete gravity magic training system from the mythological era given by the miracle, and continued to improve his magic in this protracted war.

It took three years to sweep the battlefield, allowing him to raise thousands of souls again and get a second chance to activate a miracle.

This also made him decide not to continue to stay in this kingdom where there was no knowledge for him to continue to learn, and continue this meaningless war.

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"Life is so unpredictable..."

After retaking the snowfield that he had lost while supporting another place, Ash could not help but sigh as he looked at the blood stains frozen under his feet in the familiar yet unfamiliar snowstorm.

Cathy turned her head curiously to look at the woman who had survived the team and had a hideous scar on her neck - his adjutant and captain of the magic guard team, and said, "What are you talking about, Lord Ash?"

"...This time their main force was damaged, and the troops borrowed from the neighboring countries are basically staying here. They should be honest for quite a while."

"I think so too, but...are you ready to continue the attack?"

"No, I'm almost leaving, Bart, it's almost time for you to go home."

"Huh? Lord Ash, what are you talking about...?"

"I'm leaving here, but before that I can help you get a lot of money, plus my money, so you should be able to buy the big house you've been dreaming about in the capital, so that your daughter and mother can live an ideal life, right?"

"No, wait a minute, Lord Ash? I don't quite understand...?" The words were too sudden, and Cathy was stunned for a moment and doubted her ears.

Ash said to himself: "I plan to leave here. This war does not belong to you and me... Of course, if you still plan to stay, I will not stop you."

"... They won't let you resign, right?"

"I have already submitted my resignation. I will leave even if they don't agree. Now... what about you?" He looked back at the woman who had followed him for five years, but he was not sure what choice she would make.

Cathy was not a vested interest in this war, but she was a victim of this protracted war because... her father and husband were both forcibly conscripted and had long been dead.

Therefore, when she faced Ash's question, she was silent for a long time, then smiled bitterly and shrugged: "You are planning to leave, how can I stay here?"

"Really?"

"....Are you planning to go to the north?"

"How do you know?"

"Because...you are a demon, right?"

"What? You can see it?"

"I have a little feeling, but I can't confirm it...and your appearance has not changed. You still look like a boy at the beginning. Some people in the kingdom also have some doubts about your true identity."

"I have heard about this a little bit, so I have to leave now. In addition..." Actually, everyone is planning to leave , Ash, who didn't care about it at all, smiled and looked at the woman with a strange expression: "Now, are you going to report me?"

"How could I do such a thing?" Cathy smiled bitterly and touched the wound on her neck:

"If you hadn't knocked the cavalry away, my head would not be on my neck now, and now I find that the demons are not the same as the rumors."

"No, you can't have such thoughts. It's just me who is different. When you see the demons, either run or kill them... This is my last advice to you."

"In other words... Is it dangerous except you?" Cathy was a little unsure.

"Of course, they are quite cruel and ruthless. Even the demons themselves have to be careful of them. I just... The situation is very special."

"Is that so?"

"That's right."

"...."

"...."

The topic suddenly fell into silence. There was no way. Neither party was very good at chatting.

After a long time, Cathy couldn't help but ask: "....You gave me all the money, what should you do?"

"It's okay, I will still leave some travel expenses."

"So....can we see each other again?"

"...To be honest, what you said is just like the speech of the heroine in the story, but I like girls? Married women and aunties are a little bit... If possible, can you ask your daughter to say it?"

The somewhat sad farewell atmosphere was broken by Ash's teasing with a smile, which made Cathy laugh and shake her head:

"You misunderstood... I just want to say that if there is a chance, I can introduce my daughter and mother to you. They have always wanted to meet you and thank you in person for taking care of me."

"Forget it, the lifespan of humans and demons is quite different. There is no benefit in getting to know one more human."

"...But if the demons are like you said, wouldn't you be very lonely?"

"Just get used to it, aren't all demons like this?"

"But you are not a normal demon, are you?"

"That's true, but... I'll definitely get used to it."

He smiled with a hint of melancholy, but said nothing more; Cathy didn't know what to say, so she just lowered her eyes regretfully.

The Buried Fulian·Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 13 The Miracle of the Goddess·The World Five Hundred Years Ago

The two drank a lot of wine together that night, and under his guidance the next day, Cathy completed her discharge.

Ash also parted ways with him on the snowfield on the same day.

Standing on the ground, watching the familiar figure gradually go away, Cathy said to herself unconsciously: "Master Ash...you are so pitiful."

Pitiful? I? Why? Is it because he is a different person? ——The familiar voice behind him floated to his ears in the wind, but it made him confused.

But he doesn't care about this now, he just walks away silently, and after leaving Cathy's sight, let the system reproduce the miracle of the goddess - heading to the world five hundred years ago.

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On the vast snowfield, a figure appeared abruptly and slowly fell from mid-air into the snow.

"What are you doing, you're still in this place? But... I heard that the magician closest to the goddess, Celia, is from the south, but there are a lot of them suspiciously... Well, it looks like Dehua It took some time to search.”

Ash was distressed and took out a map with many marks on it.

Although there were too many suspicious points, he could only look for them one by one at the moment... Fortunately, as a demon, he had enough time to go overboard.

The world five hundred years ago was not very different from the past.

At least in Ash's view, technological progress during this period was close to nothing, but magic was very underdeveloped. It was obvious that humans had not yet begun to widely learn magic.

And just like this, he was practicing while searching for the whereabouts of Seriai, and... just half a year later.

Deep in the abandoned ruins, carefully spliced ​​together by majestic boulders and still standing despite the vicissitudes of time, a faint beam of light penetrates the dust of the years and illuminates a corner at the end.

There, stacked on top of each other, were massive books that were taller than a human being. And at the end of this sea of ​​books, his eyes finally saw the long-awaited goal.

On a huge stone high-backed chair that looks like the throne of a king, a long-eared elf woman with long blond hair and an unexpectedly petite body is leaning in the chair in a very inelegant posture, holding her chin with one hand. He was staring at him slowly coming down the steps with interest.