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

"Huh? Are you violent?" Fulilian subconsciously moved away from him, and she regretted arranging a place for him.

This obviously alert look made him hold his forehead with one hand to suppress the boiling emotions in his heart, and forced himself not to hit her on the head:

"Not this! The strange thing is you——! Normally speaking! I can complete the C language from entry to the grave in 30 years!"

"What language is that? It sounds so strange."

"........"

He couldn't explain what C language was like. In short, he was speechless for a while, just covering his face and began to have a headache for the next communication and the life in this village.

Although he was also an immortal, he couldn't get used to the time concept that was so different from the past for a while.

But since he was here, he was not willing to leave like this, so he forced an agreement during the meal to start learning magic tomorrow.

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The next day, the agreed time had arrived.

He was ready to ask Fulilian to teach him magic, but he didn't see anyone so he went to Fulilian's hut. When he opened the door, he saw...

".....What is this?"

The lower half of the silver-haired elf's body was left on the bed, but the upper half of its body fell out of the bed, and its side face was still pressed against the ground... It was really using its face to support half of its body, and just looking at it made him feel a little painful.

After being dumbfounded for a moment, he still squatted beside Fulilian and poked her face with his hand:

"Wake up quickly, Fulilian, the sun has risen."

"......"

"Hey."

"......"

"Dead?"

Fulilian didn't give any response at all, which gave him a headache, and he flicked her long ears with his fingers.

However... there was still no response.

"....Even if this is the case, you don't want to wake up? Then there is no way." After thinking for a while, Ash raised his hand and grabbed her ankle, and lifted her up.

This elf, whose age is unknown and looks like a loli, was lifted upside down.

Under the influence of gravity, the pure white skirt turned upside down, revealing the girl's white panties as plain as her clothes.

".... I used to wonder why there are underwear in this era. No, should I wonder why this elf didn't react even though her underwear was exposed? Are all elves like this?"

Looking at the plain cloth without any embellishment, he felt even more headache because he couldn't feel any fragrance.

And the elves that didn't make any movement no matter how they shook made him suspect that there was something wrong with the elf population.

However, as soon as he said this, a speechless voice came from the side: ".... No, it's just that Fulilian simply likes to sleep in."

"Is this simple? This is the first time I've seen such a sleepy person." He turned his head and saw an elf girl who was dressed simply but wearing a dark cloak and looked more mature than Fulilian, standing in front of the door.

Image: "Milliarde and Fulilian", Location: "Images/1720881521-100409035-111887888.jpg"

"Is this your first time meeting someone, newcomer?" The girl observed him curiously.

"Yes, my name is Ash, what's yours?"

"Milliarde, hello."

"Really? Your name is a little too long, can you just call me Millie?"

"Not too long, right? Your name is too short."

"By the way, do you know magic?"

"Huh? Isn't this topic a little too fast?"

"I think it's OK."

"But before we talk about that..." Millie tilted her head and looked at Furryn, who was hanging upside down in his hand with her eyes closed by her ankles, and couldn't help asking: "Before that, should we put Furryn down first? Her face is flushed."

"She's flushed, so normally she should be awake, right?"

"Yes, but she doesn't want to get up."

"Why? You saw my underwear?" As he spoke, he continued to shake the girl hanging upside down in his hand like a rabbit that he had picked up at random.

Millie pointed out the problem expressionlessly: "She has never left here, so she is a little slow in this regard, and you are no different from a three-year-old child in our eyes."

"So troublesome... What a strange person."

"Indeed, she may be a little strange for humans." Millie glanced at Flillian in his hand, but quickly looked back at his face: "But for humans, your behavior is also a little strange, right?"

"By the way, do you know magic?"

"... You've come back to this?"

"Because this is very important."

"You are really interesting."

"Can you not change the subject?"

"Well... Anyway, let's put her down first?"

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

At the end of the tug-of-war with Millie, Ash just threw Flillian back on the bed, not wanting to pay attention to the guy who didn't plan to get up even if his skirt was seen.

The Buried Fulian·Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 18 Emperor’s Wine·Fulillian Regrets

After giving up on waking Fulian, Ash just followed Milly and left her room. Milly's wine cellar...no, her residence.

Just looking at the densely packed wine barrels in the stone house made him feel a little numb:

"....Why is there so much wine here?"

"Hmph~" Milly did not answer his question, but took out a bottle of wine and proudly introduced: "Did you know? This is the emperor's wine~?"

"have no idea."

"Emperor wine is a wine dedicated to the emperor of the huge empire that rules most of the continent, right?" Milly, who was explaining to herself, showed a sly smile and handed the wine over: "This is the supreme wine. Liquid, don’t you want to have a taste?”

"Try it? Then I...treat you first!"

He opened the bottle cap in confusion, but suddenly pinched the mouth of the elf in front of him, and poured the wine into her mouth as if to cheer her up. The next moment...

"——Pfft~!!" The elf girl choked and spit out a mouthful of wine.

Suddenly, the whole room was filled with the smell of low-quality alcohol.

Just smelling it makes people doubt the quality of this wine.

Milly, whose face was full of wine, glared at him angrily: "...You actually made me drink such a terrible thing again...Boy, have you ever drank Emperor's wine before?"

"My sister, when she has some evil ideas, her expression is similar to yours just now."

Although he didn't quite understand it, other demons had facial paralysis, so how could Aura be so emotional... was it really his own fault?

Even now, he still hasn't been able to figure this out, but Milly has an annoyed expression on her face: "...Did someone get in first?"

"Then? It really tastes bad?"

"Not to mention how it tastes, this is really precious! And it's really an emperor's wine!" Milly emphasized angrily.

This made him hesitate for a moment, but he still looked at the wine in his hand hesitantly: "...If you say that, I'm a little interested."

"Quick~ give it a try!"

"....Wouldn't anyone die?"

"Didn't you just fill me up? Do you think I'm dead?"

"That's right."

He nodded slightly, but didn't pay much attention to it, so he raised his head and drank.

There is no softness in the mouth. The bitter, hard-to-swallow, sour and pungent taste instantly surges into the throat. The acidity in the wine is really too high, and it also has a pungent smell. Just drinking it makes people feel unhappy, and it makes him even more unhappy. He couldn't help but frown: "It tastes so bad..."

"Well, I think so too, so before I came to this village, I carved a stone tablet to express my appreciation for the taste of the emperor's wine."

"....Your character is really bad, even worse than this drink."

"Thank you for the compliment, but you don't look much better." Milly nodded nonchalantly and gave an appreciative smile: "I think we might get along very well."

"...I just want to learn magic."

"It's okay, there's still a lot of time."

"Don't give me human time."

"Okay, then in a few years we will officially start..."

"Farewell to the New Year, today! Now! Immediately!"

He really couldn't stand the elves' concept of time, so he couldn't help but grab the elf in front of him and shake her until she couldn't stand it anymore and was forced to surrender.

But... in fact, even if she agreed, Milly still called Ash slowly and was a little worried and angry.

After constant urging, I reluctantly made preparations... that is, after breakfast, I made some mental preparations for teaching, but in the end, the magic of preparing to teach was to make the wheat develop better.

This magic was useless to him no matter what, and it made him angry. He wanted to tie up Milly and teach him seriously after chasing the cheerful Milly who somehow managed to escape.

But he hadn't caught Milly yet. It was about noon when he saw Fulilian walking out of the door, still stretching lazily in the sunshine.

"...This feeling of laziness is almost like that of an elderly woman..."

"——?!" He complained subconsciously, causing Fulilian to turn her head sharply.

That expression looked dissatisfied, and seemed to be a little angry, but he ignored it decisively, just...

"....What's wrong? Shouldn't young people go to bed early and get up early?"

They are not the kind of young people in the 21st century who play with mobile phones and computers all night long. Why are the medieval villagers who are so idle and bored here still so lazy? Ash is really not sure.

Fulilian, however, had a straight face and said displeasedly: "I have time anyway, what's the big deal."

"....Okay."

He originally wanted to say a lot about her, but after seriously thinking that he was asking for help from others, he stopped talking.

This also made Fulian, who was ready to have a fight and accuse him of the atrocities of picking her up, suddenly feel like she was punched in the cotton, and she had no chance to say anything else.

It was in this atmosphere that Ash's life studying in the elf village continued in an orderly manner.

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The life of elves in the village can be said to be synonymous with dullness.

It was dull and dull, and every elf had a sense of laziness and lack of motivation. Ash felt that he was even less motivated than Celia.

Although he had been sitting there and getting moldy, Celia at least had the idea of ​​doing something.... Of course, she had magic that could clean clothes, so she didn't really get moldy.

In comparison...

"... It's already night, aren't you going to rest?"

Looking at Ash who broke into the door skillfully and stood in front of her bed, Fulilian, who had already covered her with a quilt, had a numb expression on her face and began to regret why she agreed to teach him magic in the first place.

The Burial of Fulilian·Thousands of Years Until Now: Chapter 19 The Secret of the Elves' Longevity·Demons Outside the Village

Compared with Fulilian and the elves in the village, Ash's enthusiasm made Fulilian begin to doubt whether humans died before the age of 100 because of overwork.

But now, she realized the problem, but Ash...didn't let her regret it at all.

She was not the only one who complained. Ash also had a frown on his face: "It's just getting dark now, and you told me you want to rest?"

"...Go find Millie. She should still be drinking tonight, so she must have time."

"No, I refuse!" He denied it without thinking, causing Fulilian to get up and stare at him unhappily: "-Why! ​​Hasn't she traveled abroad? Shouldn't she know a lot of magic?"

"...Yes, but I don't know why she likes to grow wheat so much that it can grow better. There is also a magic that can make wheat grow quickly after planting wheat. She also asked me to learn these magics before she would teach me other things. She would not compromise even if I drank her treasured wine."