Reincarnation Band Magician

Then started crying.

It seemed like he was really angry.

This one sentence angered both of them. Qing took a long time to coax Xiangzi, and Fulilian also stopped crying.

"Okay, even if we go to the goddess, it's just the three of us!"

"I'm sorry I was stupid."

Qing felt sorry from the bottom of his heart... and also a little happy.

He was really afraid that his teammates would die in front of him, but he was also afraid that he would be alone when he saw the goddess again.

That's good. With someone by my side, I won't feel scared no matter what road I take.

Fulilian nodded, then started crying again, still brooding over the words she had just spoken.

This time I cried for seven days in a row.

Crying until an unexpected guest arrived.

"I have no concept of time. Didn't I expect it to be this long? You already have a child."

Golden Journey: 161, The First of the Seven Collapse Sages

"Speaking of which, did I hear it wrong before? Did Fulilian say teacher and student?"

"No."

After answering, Fulilian began another round of howling.

However, during the meal break, she said that there was no need to wait for her and that she could leave the current state at any time and there would be no problem.

"So, did Fulilian feel anything during this time?"

"……No."

It seems that there is no lie.

Qing was very familiar with taking care of Fulilian. He changed her clothes, fed her, and played with her. On the way, he would also make various handsome monster cards to show her.

The elf was much more tasteful than usual, clutching the card tightly and not letting go.

After spending a long time with the normal Fleury, I find her innocent and naive look really endearing.

If... no, it's fine now.

Apart from Xiangzi's occasional expression of disgust, these past few days have been relaxing and happy.

Maybe she was more determined this time, and unconsciously, she couldn't suppress the volume of Frillian's wails like before.

But I still sleep well at night, just howling occasionally.

In this way, seven days passed quickly.

……

"Crack..."

The bonfire is burning.

"Why did Qing decide to keep watch?"

"I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling."

Intuition is a vague thing. Qing will not rely on it completely, but he will not stubbornly disbelieve it either.

Perhaps something was missed somewhere, and the information was collected by unknown senses, issuing an early warning.

Ms. Fengchuan was not good at perception, so after helping to set up the barrier, she went in and glared at Fulilian.

In this state, Fulilian looked even more childish than four-year-old Clara, but her body was so large that it really made her feel torn.

The elf, who usually has no expression at all, now looks stupid and dumb...

Xiangzi couldn't stand it.

What do you usually see? Is this the difference in imagination?

"Okay, Fulilian, go to sleep."

Having taken off his clothes, Xiangzi straightened the quilt and reached out to the elf.

She rolled silently to the side and tried to open the door to look outside, but she refused to give up even though she was shivering in the cold wind.

Ms. Fengchuan tried to comfort her with difficulty: "Well, be good, Fulilian, I will be back in the middle of the night."

"Woo..."

"Even if you cry, you can't stay outside."

“Wuwu…”

"I've already said that crying is useless."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A moment later, Xiangzi, now fully dressed, opened the door. "Qing, I'll keep watch. I really can't get her to sleep."

"Play cards or crystal marbles with her for a while to burn off some energy. She'll be tired soon. Then hold her and pat her back. Xiang sings better than I do. Sing a lullaby or some other gentle tune, and she'll fall asleep quickly and peacefully, right?"

"Sorry, can't do it."

"Ok."

Fulilian whimpered and reached inside.

Qing prepared to wash up and go in.

"Susu-"

There was a sound of leaves rustling nearby, probably the wind.

There is an especially strong sense of disharmony.

Something is wrong. The rustling sound of leaves seems to only exist here. Where else?

I didn't sense any magic, nor any malice. What on earth was it...

"Woo!"

The sound of the wind suddenly became sharp, as if blowing through a narrow gap.

"I have no concept of time. Didn't I expect it to be this long? You already have a child."

A calm male voice came from the darkness, even a little gentle.

It's a tall demon.

In this era when photography and printing are not common, depictions of dangerous demons vary depending on the region and the artist's painting accuracy.

However, the most powerful ones often have clear enough features to be recognized at a glance.

The demon was so silent that even Qing's magical perception could only capture it at this moment. He was wearing a formal dress that looked like a military uniform, decorated with a ribbon. His long hair was combed back to reveal his forehead. His gloved right hand was holding a coat and draped over his shoulders.

The colors couldn't be seen clearly in the firelight, but I knew that his hair was purple-red, his military uniform was dark green, and he wore purple gloves the same color as his hair.

Xiangzi knew it, and Fulilian knew it too.

There is no adventurer who doesn't know him when he goes out.

A great demon clan known as the leader of the Seven Collapse Sages, wielding incomprehensible magic and possessing the most destructive power of their time.

【Golden Country】Mahat.

If someone less powerful encounters him, they should just run away quietly and pray that they are not among his targets.

"Hmm? It's an elf, adopted?"

Facing the crystal sword pulled out by Qing, he remained unmoved, sat calmly by the campfire, and pushed the box in his hand over.

"I bring greetings from Solitaire, Qing, Xiangzi."

The elf had already left his state, wearing a robe and holding a wand, his cyan eyes locked on the enemy, "Go!"

"Calm down, Lady Flillian."

……

After a while, the "family of three" sat opposite the demons, and even brewed black tea in crystal cups.

"What are you thinking? You actually want to talk to the demons?"

Fulilian was held down on both sides and sat in the middle.

"I think dialogue is still meaningful, mainly because we have no choice." Qing looked into the distance and saw that the entire forest was silent.

It must have turned into gold.

Just as Fulilian said before, when the magic of turning everything into gold was activated, there was no magical fluctuation, it could not be captured, and could not be regarded as magic by the magician's instinct.

This is outrageous. In another world, it's like a ghost exists, telling you that humans can't see or hit it. What should you do if you are attacked?

There is no way, just die.

Suppose it doesn't exist... maybe it doesn't exist, but the reality is so cruel. Many magicians in front of Mahat felt this way. They didn't have any chance against the magic that could be called rogue according to the human magic system.

Just when Qing felt the emptiness of "nothing", he began to feel that something was wrong, but it was too late.

The great demon who had restrained his magic power walked in the golden forest, reducing the presence of magic power to the greatest extent, and they were unable to notice it.

To put it bluntly, if the other side attacks, all three of them will turn into gold without realizing it.

This is what the magic of the demons is like. Oftentimes, it makes people feel helpless and angry enough to laugh.

Qing, who used to be a demon, understood this deeply.

He knew why Fulilian was excited and why she didn't want to sit down.

Because she didn't understand the demons, she thought that there were certain conditions for activating this kind of magic and the cost of using it, so she had time to analyze while fighting, and at least she could buy a chance for the two of them to escape.

But the answer is, nothing exists.

So, there is only dialogue.

Mahat's expression could not be seen in the firelight, but he was actually a little surprised. He had thought the child was his daughter's, but it turned out to be an elf. This was not the case.

I almost thought that my concept of time was messed up again and I had wasted several years or even decades, but it seems that’s not the case.

After all, although the elf's magic power was not very strong, only at the level of an experienced human magician, but even if we calculate based on the mobility of the most diligent elves, it must be one or two hundred years old, and it would not take that long for an elf to be born.

However, what surprised him the most was indeed the two people opposite him.

Just like what Solitiel said, his attitude did not change just because he was a demon.

At this point, they are "communicating".

Two humans and an elf sat at the same table, communicating with him, a demon.

This feeling is really wonderful.

The humans he had encountered in the past would only stop under the threat of blood and blades. Even after he followed Solitiel's advice and did not actively attack, no one could still communicate with him normally.

Although they were speaking the same language, it seemed as if swords were falling from his mouth, making it impossible to avoid them.

Although, to the demons, human words are indeed "tools" like swords.

I didn't expect that we couldn't communicate at all.

I heard that people in the south are easier to communicate with and can make friends with the demons.

On his way to the south, he heard a rumor about a strange demon tribe - some demons were studying humans.

[Are there any demons as strange as me? ]

Then, there was new news:

[Are there any other similarly strange human beings? ]

So he began to look for it, and he went with his old friend Guval who happened to be going to the south to study humans. On the way, he met Aula who was like a broken-back dog. He finally got the approximate location, said goodbye to his friend, and came here alone.

It seems it was all worth it.