I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"Teacher, you look so cute today."

Somewhat speechless, Flame sighed and greeted her master as well.

"Yes, she is indeed very cute."

Fingel nodded in agreement.

Cute, thoughtful.

...

'These two guys...are they doing this on purpose?'

Celia's forehead veins throbbed, and she had a strange, unsettling feeling, like... her own cabbage had been eaten by a pig? Flame really got mixed up with this bastard.

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Author's Note: I overestimated my abilities... I spent half the night working on it and only managed 2000 words, and I only finished it this morning. This is from yesterday.

Brothers, it's been hot these past few days, be careful of heatstroke. And thank you for your support!

Chapter 114: Magic is not a tool for...!

Despite the two men calling her "cute," the golden-haired elf didn't give them a friendly look; she felt they both wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

And what about elderly people living alone?

Although she never cared about age, she couldn't help but feel a throbbing vein on her forehead, wanting to obliterate this traitor to dust.

"...Let's put that aside for now, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Celia's dead fish eyes were filled with murderous intent, her thin lips pressed into a sharp line. "Old woman living alone, old lady...are you deliberately mocking me?"

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Hmm... Are all elves a little sensitive to this kind of thing?

Fingel suddenly became unsettled, memories of Frilian's crying all night resurfacing in his mind... These elves seem carefree, but they're actually quite petty.

"No, no... How could I dare to speculate about my dear master like that? I only said that out of respect."

Fingel took a small step back, focusing his attention—he was a little worried that his respected master would smear his face.

"So, you respect your master and all this trouble you cause me...? When did I ever agree to let them come here?"

Celia spoke through gritted teeth, and magical power surged in her palm... She really wanted to give her disciple a taste of it.

This bastard always does some really annoying things... Should we just kill him?

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Angry.

Fingel felt a chill run down his spine. In a flash, he quickly took a few steps back, shielding Flame, Celia's most beloved disciple, in front of him.

At the same time, his hands naturally rested on Flame's waist, and the soft touch made him unable to resist touching it a little more, enjoying that wonderful feeling.

'Flame has a really great figure, and it feels amazing... Is this some kind of perk for a mage?'

He felt like he was probably beyond saving, that he might get a magical beating in the face at any moment, and yet his mind was still full of thoughts about women.

[Flame has mild doubts about your behavior.]

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"Don't always make Celie angry."

Flame pressed her slender fingers against her temples, feeling a sudden headache, and let out a trembling sigh.

Fingel's shameless behavior had left her feeling powerless. How could a man use a woman as a shield? And what are you doing with your hands?

This human mage, who once loathed Fingel, is now too lazy to stop Fingel from getting physical... Even if he tried to stop him, it would be useless; Fingel would always find some excuse to get close to him without him even realizing it.

Ugh... Seriously, why did I make Celie angry again? Aren't I afraid of getting punished by her?

Helpless, facing her master who was calm on the surface but actually furious, she could only offer words of comfort to avoid causing a bloodshed.

"Master, don't be angry." Flame smiled brightly as she gently persuaded, "I also think that you should interact with humans more. It must be too boring to be alone, right?"

"Even just having them prepare some daily necessities for you would be helpful, wouldn't it?"

“Don’t judge us elves by your human values,” Celia retorted coldly. “I don’t need those things; I have enough.”

Her tone was somewhat cold, even somewhat heartless—but Flame didn't care at all. She knew that was just how Celie was; sometimes her words could be hurtful.

Fingel breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his master being comforted by Flame; at least he had managed to fool her.

Speaking of which... are these the values ​​of humans and elves?

He noticed the words Celia blurted out.

At first glance, it seems problematic, but upon closer examination, Fingel realizes that it is indeed true—you cannot expect a highly intelligent life form with dozens of times more life force and greater power to retain the values ​​of ordinary people.

'How aloof you are, Celia.'

He thought to himself.

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

"that...."

A little girl's voice came from behind the table. It turned out to be a little girl hiding behind the table, staring at them with wide eyes—or rather, staring at Celie.

Elves are a rare species, which caught her attention.

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Where did this child come from?

Fingel looked around and guessed that it was probably a village chief he had invited, who had brought his granddaughter or some other relative to broaden their horizons.

"......"

Celia merely glanced at her, appearing extremely indifferent and completely aloof—unfortunately, she underestimated the curiosity of human children.

"Big sister, would you like some bread?"

"Big sister, what's your name?"

"Why do you have pointy ears, big sister?"

...

After being pestered for quite some time, Celia finally couldn't help but answer one of her questions.

"...I am an elf, and elves have pointed ears."

The little girl tilted her head, her big eyes full of curiosity.

"Elves? What are those?"

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Celia glared fiercely at Fingel, her eyes conveying an unspoken message—it was as if to say, 'You'd better get this sorted out!'

She was clearly annoyed by the sudden appearance of human children. She had already had a lot of trouble raising Flame when she was a child, and now she felt overwhelmed whenever she saw a child, especially one that even dogs would avoid.

"Um... little friend, who are the adults in your family?"

Fingel stroked the little girl's head and asked.

Bang bang...

A series of footsteps approached, and a middle-aged woman jogged over, pulled the little girl behind her, and quickly bowed to apologize to Fingel.

"I'm so sorry! Lord Fingel? My child accidentally ran over here, I'm so sorry!"

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Fingel sized her up. The woman looked to be only in her thirties, but due to years of working in the freezing cold, her face was rough and resembled that of a fifty-year-old.

"It's okay, just be more careful with your child in the future."

The middle-aged woman nodded vigorously.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

After everyone left, Celia narrowed her eyes, which were filled with murderous intent, her canine fangs faintly visible:

"Look the trouble you've caused me!"

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Reluctantly accepting the truth, Celia could only walk away, not wanting to see this rebellious disciple anymore.

'very good! '

Seeing Celia leave, the traitor breathed a sigh of relief... He survived!

Today is another day of extreme challenges.

"Thank you so much, Flame!"

Fingel stood up again, his hands automatically returning to their original positions—though somewhat inaccurately, they landed with a smack on Flame's plump buttocks.

".....What are you doing?"

With a blush rising on her face, Flame began to speak, and it took her a long time to react.

Why could this man express gratitude while doing such a lewd and obscene thing?

"Let go of me. Don't you know when to do things?"

Fingel remained unmoved, simply approaching silently, his fingers kneading like an octopus—Flame's buttocks were truly magnificent; pressing down hard revealed a deep waterline.

Moreover, the presence of dozens of people in this environment made him feel somewhat excited.

"It's alright... Even Celia might not be able to see through my illusion magic."

He looked very proud.

[Flame has mild doubts about you]

'Is this how magic is used?'

Flame was shocked... What was this guy doing with magic? This was blasphemy against magic!

For the first time, she felt that humans learning magic wasn't necessarily a good thing... Magic is a tool to make human life easier, and also something to fight against demons, but what is this guy using it for?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems quite dangerous? If an evil person gets their hands on magic, they could easily do outrageous things. For example, Fingal might use illusion magic to peep on women bathing in the women's bathhouse.

At that moment, Flame suddenly felt a wave of discomfort, as if she had eaten demon flesh. The way someone used magic had shocked her.

Magic isn't a tool for flirting!

"Damn it... Seria shouldn't have taught you this kind of magic!"

"Don't touch me, it's disgusting, filthy, and perverted."

She slapped Fingel's hand away, not wanting to deal with this pervert.

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...........

The night is getting darker.

Time passed slowly, and everyone at the banquet thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity.

Outside the window, the wind and snow raged, and the house, like a fortress, sheltered the people indulging in the banquet, as if briefly relieving them of the troubles of life.

The banquet didn't have a wide variety of food, and the venue was rather modest, but it was lively—everyone's face was beaming with joy.

The villagers, who had lived on the northern continent for a long time, were especially happy. They rarely had such a relaxed and joyful moment due to their lack of productivity and their long-term dangerous living conditions.

'This is what I wanted...a peaceful world.'