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Chapter 46 The Potion That Only Dissolves Clothes (Part 2) (Please continue reading)

"I'm so hungry..."

"What are those two, Vlame and Vlame, doing up there... why haven't they come down yet..."

Little Deng, who was left at home to wait for the two of them, complained because his stomach was already growling.

From the time Agushid sent Frilian down until now—

She had been dozing for three hours straight, but Vlamé and the other man were still nowhere to be seen.

Frillie curled up on the sofa in the living room, her long, silvery-white hair disheveled.

She rubbed her flat stomach and glanced at the magic clock on the wall—

The clock has struck eight o'clock in the evening.

The seasonal breeze arrived on time, blowing through the window and brushing against Frillie's cheek.

But this did nothing to alleviate her hunger.

"Another day when I want to run away from home."

Frillie muttered to herself, burying her face in the cushion.

She started daydreaming again—

I fantasize about packing my little bag and leaving the capital in a huff.

And Vlame and Agushid were pleading with her not to leave—

Just as Frilian was getting deeper and deeper into her fantasy.

The image of the "sunny" smile of the blood-stained war god suddenly flashed into her mind.

I recall the feeling of 'death' I felt during that close encounter last time.

Frillie silently gave up the idea of ​​running away from home.

Just as she sighed for the hundred and first time, familiar footsteps finally came from outside the door.

Frillie's pointed ears slowly perked up, and she quickly sprang up from her chair—

Barefoot, she ran towards the door, pattering along.

click-

The wooden door was gently pushed open by Agusid, and Frilian was about to go up to him and urge him to hurry up and cook.

But Vlamed, who came out from behind Agushid, grabbed her collar.

"Fu, Li, Lian—"

Vlame picked up the white-haired elf who had almost ruined his plans.

Then he glared at his stupid disciple through gritted teeth.

Vlamé was furious, and that's understandable.

However, her messy red hair and suspiciously flushed cheeks made her look harmless.

This led Frillie to misjudge the situation—

She kicked her legs in the air, putting on an innocent expression that said, "I know nothing."

"Yamedieyo...Flame..."

Despite Frilian kicking her short legs wildly in the air.

But Vlame did not let this foolish disciple off the hook as usual.

"Fu, Li, Lian—"

She stared into Frilian's feigned innocent eyes.

Once again, she recited the name of Magic Little Deng word by word.

He called her by her first name twice in a row...

Frillie realized at that moment that Vlamé was very angry, extremely angry—

And the consequences of making her angry...

Frillie involuntarily shrank her neck.

"Volamei, don't go too far."

Agusid's first words gave Frillie a glimmer of hope for salvation.

But his next words immediately turned Frillie's face ashen.

"At most, we can only break one of her legs; we'll save the other one for tomorrow's class."

Agushid cleared his throat and kindly reminded his wife.

After saying that, he quickly walked towards the kitchen, wisely choosing to retreat.

They left the entire battlefield to this master and apprentice.

Vlamour snorted and carried Frilian toward her bedroom.

Frillie looked like a kitten being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, her limbs hanging limply at her sides.

Only those big eyes were still darting around, as if they were thinking about how to avoid getting a spanking.

boom--

The door was kicked shut by Vlame.

She squinted and placed the white-haired elf, who was trying to escape, on her lap.

Where is the bottle of medicine in my bedroom?

Seeing that Frillie was still pretending to be stupid, Vlame asked directly.

"What kind of medicine?"

Frillie still didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

She blinked her big, watery eyes, looking bewildered and innocent.

"Ah--"

With a soft chuckle, Vlamé's eyebrows rose dangerously.

She placed her hand above Frillie's buttocks and began to slowly count:
"three--"

"I really don't know—"

"two--"

"Volamei, you must have misunderstood something!"

"one."

When the last second of the countdown ended, Frillie didn't even have time to react.

Snapped--

A burning pain shot through her buttocks.

"Volame, it hurts—"

Frillie bit her lip and continued to blink her innocent eyes.

Where is the medicine?

As Vlame asked, he slapped her again. "I don't know what medicine it is—ouch!"

one more time.

"Purple! A potion that only dissolves clothes!"

Vlame said through gritted teeth—

After saying that, another slap landed!

"Well!"

The intense pain in his buttocks finally made Magic Little Deng realize that pretending to be stupid was useless.

As Vlamé raised his hand in mid-air once more—

Frillie finally struggled and shakily pulled the bottle out of her small pocket.

"Stupid disciple..."

With a helpless sigh, Vlame immediately stopped.

She took the bottle and checked it, confirming that the liquid inside was intact—

Thankfully, Frilian didn't use her wonderful tools in any strange way.

She put the bottle into her pocket.

Then, with his hands on his hips, he looked down at Frillie, who was lying on the bed with teary eyes.

Why did you steal my things?

Vlame angrily ruffled Magic Little Deng's white fur and questioned him coldly.

Frillie rubbed her aching bottom and muttered under her breath:

"I was just curious..."

"Curiousness doesn't excuse you from stealing my things."

"I didn't steal it... I just... I just borrowed it..."

Frillie retorted righteously—

"Besides, it's suspicious enough that such a strange thing would appear in your closet, isn't it?"

"Speaking of which...why would you buy such a strange thing, Vlame?"

Frilian's sudden question made Vlame cough.

She tried to hide her embarrassment with a serious expression and tone.

"This is... part of my latest research on the principles of magic."

"Liar—"

Frillie switched from defense to offense, astutely pointing out the blind spot after discovering it:

"If it's research material, why would you hide it at the very back of the closet?"

Vlame's eyes darted around for a moment, then she coughed again and explained.

"Well, this is actually a gift I gave to Agusid..."

"Gift?"

Despite the excruciating pain in her buttocks, Frillie sat up and tilted her head to start eating the melon seeds—

Would Agushid be interested in a potion that only dissolves clothes?

"Men... they'll be happy as long as you give them something like this."

Vlame made up a story off the top of his head.

She wasn't planning to talk to Frilian about anything too adult.

Hopefully, Frillie's naiveté will convince her of this clumsy lie...

"Is that what it looks like?"

Frillie frowned, somewhat skeptical.

He looked somewhat disheveled.

With a suspicious blush still on her face, Frillie asked softly:
"What did you just do on the Celestial Dragon? Why did it take so long..."

"And Vlame, your face is always red, and your hair is always messy."

"Children shouldn't ask about adult matters."

Vlame covered his face, reached out a hand to pinch Frilian's little nose, and gently shook it.

Seeing Frillie's hesitant expression, she sighed again.

Vlamé decided to end this dangerous topic in a more direct way.

"It seems the lesson we just learned wasn't enough."

"Wait! Vlame, wasn't the fight already over?!"

"Well!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuu!!"

After yet another round of comprehensive "education"—

Vlame finally led the sobbing Frillie out of the room.

A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen; Agushid had already prepared dinner.

Golden-brown bread, beautifully presented cream of mushroom soup, and vegetable salad were neatly arranged on the table.

Agusid glanced casually at Frilian, who was tearful, and Vlame, who looked satisfied.

He didn't ask any more questions, but simply stepped forward and gently patted the heads of the two children.

"Let's eat."

Agushid simply stated.

Frillie pouted as she sat down at the dining table.

The moment his bottom touched the chair, he sprang up with a "hiss"—

"Agusid, do you have magic that can instantly relieve butt pain?"

Of course, Agushid didn't have this kind of strange magic.

So in the end, Frilian could only eat while half-standing.

Vlame pretended not to see it, but the upturned corners of her mouth betrayed the smile in her heart.

The brief daily routine once again came to an end in this repetitive scene.

in case……

This everyday life was neither his dream nor his memory.

That would be even more perfect...

　Please read on! Please, this is really important.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)