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

"But you are doing something very dangerous."

"Probably."

"Are you sure you won't hurt the village?"

"Nothing in the world is certain." Just like the old man in front of him who lacked emotional fluctuations, Ash just replied calmly:

"If this village hinders my goal, I can only eliminate it."

"But if you destroy this village, I will definitely find a way... to send you death."

"Can you do it?"

"...No matter how hard I try, my old bones are no match for you, a young man." Lord Fru didn't show off, but he still refused to give in, just He continued calmly: "But now I am... just fulfilling the promise I made a long time ago. Anyway, I won't live for many years, so I have to keep my promise."

"Keep my promise...?" Ash nodded slightly with a sense of emptiness:

"I remember your wife is a human, and she has been dead for more than three hundred years... After all, you have been guarding the village here for nearly 400 years, right? Have you ever thought of giving up?"

"What about you? Why do you do such a dangerous thing?"

"There are many reasons."

"How about just one?" Lord Fru was unexpectedly tit-for-tat tonight.

"I had a hard time when I was a child, so I was thinking - instead of just living like this, I might as well use blood to show my claws to this world... or something."

"Did it succeed?"

"...part of it."

The topic continued to this point, and he just gave one of the answers casually, and then gave up saying anything more, silently closed his eyes and tempered his magic power.

It was only a long time later that Ash suddenly thought of something and asked, "Speaking of which, after so many years, do you still remember what your wife looks like?"

".........To be honest, I can't remember it anymore, whether it's her face, voice or eyes - but even so, I still remember protecting this village for something important, so even if I meet my old friend in battle, I won't regret it."

"Really?"

The dwarf gave the answer after a long silence, which made him feel that the other party was joking, at least it should be like this to forget about his wife.

After all, if he has completely forgotten, why should he keep this promise?

He couldn't help thinking about it, but Lord Fru suddenly asked:

"Ash, you are with Fulilian again this time, what are you going to do? Are you going to pull Fulilian to do something strange? Or are you finally going to defeat the Demon King?"

".......Defeat the Demon King?"

"What's wrong?"

"....No, it's okay."

Ash hesitated for a moment, but quickly gave up and said that the Demon King had been defeated a long time ago.

Because no matter how closed the news in the village is, he should not have been unaware of the fact that the Demon King had been defeated for so many years, so...did he really forget it?

The matter of the Demon King, and - the matter of his wife.

".... Ash."

"What's wrong?"

"Although you don't seem like a good person, it's great to meet you again at the end of my life."

"You said this to Fulilian eighty years ago, right?"

"Then I will tell Fulilian again when you leave."

"......."

No? Why? ? ——He looked at the old man who closed his eyes again, and he really couldn't understand what the other person was thinking.

But after worrying for a long time, he chose not to say anything more, but stopped exercising temporarily, sighed and looked up at the sky.

Looking at the night sky that had gone through thousands of years but had not changed, he himself was actually not sure... If more than three hundred years had passed, would he really still remember Philen?

To be honest, even he didn't have much confidence.

But now he no longer wanted to regret his decision to take in Philen.

Even after so many years, he had already forgotten what his first friend looked like.

And this thought was not because Philen was the descendant of his friend.

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Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Fulilian and Fuluye seemed to have a very happy chat during these days. When Fuluye left, he seemed to have dreamed of his wife for the first time in a long time because of the past.

.... Although no one knew whether he could recall everything about his wife through that dream.

Even so, this still made Fulilian feel particularly good when she left.

But when she was far away from the village, she suddenly looked at Ash and said dejectedly:

"Ash... Master Fru, I think he really doesn't have much time left."

"Is that so?"

"He has even forgotten everything about his wife."

"The average life span of a dwarf is only 300 years. He is already quite long-lived. Don't be sad."

"...Won't Ash be sad?"

"Birth, aging, illness and death are just the eternal norm. There is no point in being sad about things that you have to face sooner or later. But you...remember what Fulamei looks like?"

"...To be honest, it's a bit blurry." Fulian, who was reading a book while walking, unconsciously touched the pages of the book and showed a sad expression: "Maybe in the future, I will also forget how you and Feilun look. ”

"Then, just make new friends when the time comes." Ash shook his head with a smile, and patted her head: "Only by properly forgetting the past can you live a better life."

"....Simple to say."

The answer he gave casually made Fulian a little angry. She waved his hand away vigorously and walked quickly ahead.

This surprised him a little, and he looked at Feilun unconsciously: "What's wrong with her? Isn't this a very common statement?"

"....This is Master Ash's fault. Please apologize properly later."

"Eh? My fault?" Ya Xiu pointed at his face in surprise, and instinctively looked at Zain: "You are a monk, so you should understand that you often comfort others. This is definitely the most appropriate way of saying it... .”

"....I sometimes don't know what's going on with you. Isn't it smart to be normal? Why are you saying such things at this time?"

"I understand that this may be unpleasant, but rather than avoidance, it is better to provide a solution to the problem."

"....Is there really a good solution to that kind of thing?"

Zain didn’t intend to refute this too rational answer, but just scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

This topic was also discontinued at this time because it could not be maintained.

On the way down, Fulilian was still having trouble, but Zain went to the village from time to time to inquire about the whereabouts of his best friend, the Gorilla Warrior, who had taken the first step ten years ago.

His real name is unknown, but he calls himself that way. Because he calls himself too personal, some villagers actually know his whereabouts.

However, on the way north, they unexpectedly saw broken corpses all over the ground on the main road, as well as some scattered weapons.

"Is this... a bandit? How miserable." Fulian observed the corpse and quickly made a judgment: "It seems to be the magician's method, and the method is quite high."

"Didn't I say that this country is very safe? Why are there still bandits?" Zain frowned and muttered as he gathered the body, feeling a bit like he was back in his hometown.

"...What are you talking about? No matter what era you are in and how good the public security is in the country, it is impossible to completely eliminate criminals. Moreover, this is a business road, so it is normal for some people to rob."

When Ash heard what he said, he couldn't help but defend himself, and when he found the body, he subconsciously covered Fearon's eyes.

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Ash's movements were so fast that Fearon couldn't see anything at first, but from their conversation on the side, he basically understood what they had discovered.

She couldn't be happy at all about this kind of care from Ash, and she couldn't help but pout:

"...Master Ash, I understand the partiality towards my own country, but I am not a child anymore. Can you please stop covering my eyes like this? Even I have seen the murder scene."

"But this is not good for educating children."

"So, I'm no longer a child!" He said angrily, and Fearon even pulled his hand down.

However, when she saw the scene of mutilated corpses in front of her, her face became slightly pale.

But it's just that I don't adapt well, and there are no other changes.

This made Ash somewhat relieved. He felt that the child had indeed grown up, but he also unconsciously thought... Not to mention that on the way to travel, Feilun had encountered war when he was a child, and all kinds of corpses should indeed be there. I’ve seen quite a few.

"I always feel a little sad..." He muttered unconsciously.

Feilun couldn't help but be slightly startled by this: "Wha, what? I'm not a child to begin with, am I?"

For some reason, Fearon's expression when he retorted was somewhat like that of a child who had done something wrong.

And Zain really doesn't understand now, why is Ashian sad...because the child has grown up? Or mourn for these dead bandits?

But only then did he think of the possibility that he sympathized with the bandits, so Zain couldn't help but shook his head: "No, it's impossible no matter how you think about it..."

"How do I feel that you suddenly thought of something very rude to me?"

"....Is it really rude?"

"I don't know what you are thinking, but... forget it."

He is not so glass-hearted that he cares about things that others have not said, so in order to avoid trouble, Ash is too lazy to care.

However, during their conversation, he noticed that Zain was squatting on the ground collecting the body, and he couldn’t help but shake his head: “What are you doing? Your hands will get dirty.”

"...I have felt from before that there is something wrong with the focus of your observation?"

"But they are bandits, right?"

"He is also a dead person." Zain said without looking back: "When a person dies, everything disappears. At least as a monk, you should show final mercy."

"But they may have done a lot of bad things before."

"Just maybe?"

"...But the probability of committing murder and arson is very high, and judging from the extent of their weapons scattered at the scene, they should have been killed for committing a crime. From this point of view, they are more than innocent."

Ash observed the scene carefully and gave his answer casually.

"Maybe so, but I am a monk, you can't let the monks ignore the dead?"

".... He is obviously a monk who likes to drink and eat meat and gamble?"

"Even so, I am still a monk."

........

Although he is a monk who likes big sisters and gambling, Zain has his own persistence.

Even if Ash said that, he still stubbornly wanted to bury the bones.

This surprised Ash a little. He had an unexpected "love" for his job, so he shook his head and helped with magic to transport the debris to the roadside woods, and then blew a pit to help him bury it.

But even if it was already buried, Zain was still well-behaved and helped them make a small pile of stones as a grave.

Fulilian, who had been silent, suddenly appeared beside Ash and whispered, ".... I thought you would just stand by and watch."

"I'm also surprised that Zain would actually fulfill his duties as a monk."

"No, I'm not surprised that Zain is you. I thought you would just stand by and watch."

"Really? Well... you have a really bad impression of me. Remember to apologize to me later."

"What do you want to apologize for? In fact... I still don't understand you." Fulilian turned her head to look at him with a mixed expression, and then looked at the purple-haired girl who was imitating Zain to build a tomb: "Firen is probably the same."

"Do you understand Feiren?" Ash's tone of surprise rose a little unconsciously, causing Fulilian to narrow her eyes slightly: "Are you underestimating me?"