I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Flame surveyed the crowd at the banquet. She had been killing demons, researching barrier magic, and trying to persuade the human king to allow humans to learn magic—all in the hope of bringing a relatively peaceful world to humanity, so that they wouldn't have to live in constant fear of being killed by demons.

There should be fewer and fewer war orphans like her, born from the demon race.

Thinking about this, she suddenly felt that... Fingel wasn't so bad after all. Although he acted like a beast in heat every day, he was indeed very willing to help her with things, such as promoting the learning of magic by humans.

'So... what will the world be like a thousand years from now?'

Even someone as composed as Flame, who remained unfazed even when magic struck her face, couldn't help but feel a pang of tension... Had she accomplished what she was supposed to do? Had humanity produced more magicians? Had everything she had done been meaningful? What became of Frilian and Celia?

These things tormented her heart like cat claws.

“Fingal..…”

As she swirled the wine in her glass, a blush rose to Furame's face; she was the type of person whose face flushed easily after drinking.

"What is wrong, dear Ms. Flamel?"

Fingel's tone while drinking was strange, as if he was hiding some inexplicable emotion.

"Can you please stop talking in such a sarcastic tone? It's clearly your fault, yet you insist on doing that kind of thing in a place like this."

Do I have to apologize to you?

Flame rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall with a look of utter disgust on her face.

"Alas, after all, I am disgusting, vulgar, and perverted. It's no wonder that I feel disgusted when I encounter the noble and first genius mage of humanity."

Fingel sighed heavily.

? ? ? ? ?

What is this guy... saying?

Flame felt speechless; what a stingy guy.

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Chapter 115: Flamel is a woman who could be my mother

"Where did you learn all these odds and ends... and from which girl, right?"

Flame hated that tone.

Although the concept of "tea talk" doesn't exist in this world, she still felt extremely uncomfortable.

'Um, can I say Lin Daiyu?'

Fingel picked up a fruit with his fork and put it in his mouth... and surprisingly, it tasted pretty good. Fruits from another world have a unique flavor.

It seems he won't admit how he learned this stuff. In reality, he just unconsciously learned a little bit because his ears hurt from being nagged so much in his past life.

[Flame has mild doubts about you.]

"Never mind... I have something important to discuss with you."

Flame's face hardened, and her tone became serious.

?

'What's wrong with this guy?'

With no other option, the two headed to the kitchen.

As the two people of the highest status at the banquet, they naturally received extra attention. Frillie, who was eating heartily, overheard the whispers among the banquet guests and, out of curiosity, went to listen as well.

"Lady Flame and Lady Fingel have such a good relationship..."

"How can it be that one is a nobleman and the other a commoner?"

"That's amazing...they have such a great relationship..."

"Lady Flame won't marry Lady Fingel, will she?"

"have no idea..."

Frillie, who was watching the drama unfold, was a little confused about what this guy was saying. Fingel and Flame had a good relationship?

"...Is that so?"

"Fingal and Flamel are very close? And they're even getting married?"

Frilian took a big bite of her steak, completely defying the stereotype that elves are vegetarians—but she wasn't in the mood to enjoy the food; she was just pondering what the villagers had said.

What is the relationship between Master and Fingel?

To be honest, Flame and Fingel's relationship is indeed not simple; they've even done things that only human couples would do... but their feelings for each other don't seem to be very good.

What is this? Family discord? Domestic violence?

Frillie pondered the relationship between the two of them carefully; it seemed rather delicate.

Flame was originally just traveling the world with me, but before I knew it, there seemed to be another person with me.

Out of curiosity, she picked up a piece of bread and quietly followed the two into the kitchen.

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

【kitchen】

A bubbling crucible sat on a stone stove, firewood crackled and sparked, steam billowed from a blackened copper kettle spout, and a dozing black cat was curled up in a potato sack in the corner.

Only Fingel and Flame were there at that moment; they were discussing time travel.

Flame did some research on Fingel's time travel, and although she lacked research in this area, Flame, as the first genius in human history, still came to a conclusion.

“I’ve thought about the matter of time magic carefully, and it shouldn’t have a significant impact.” Flame rested her left hand on her chin and her right hand on her left elbow in a thoughtful pose. “Besides you, only Frilian and I know about this right now, so the impact will be limited.”

"All I need to do is not reveal information about time travel or the future to anyone else."

Oh?

Is that right?

Fingel nodded knowingly, without any doubt.

If this were online, Fingel would definitely say, "Bullshit! Do you even know anything about parallel universes or quantum mechanics? Do you even know anything about them?" "You think you know everything just because you're a mage?" He would definitely act all high and mighty, using all sorts of half-baked concepts from the novels he'd read to argue with others. But now that they're in another world, Fingel, too lazy to think, decides to believe Flame.

If humanity's number one genius mage has said so, how can I not believe him?

"I see! As expected of the legendary Lady Flame! Thank you so much, Lady Flame! Arigato!"

Fingel bowed to Flamme in a perfunctory manner to express his gratitude.

[Flame has mild doubts about your behavior]

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Looking at Fingel's pretentious expression, Flame clenched her fists slightly... She didn't know how powerful this bastard was in other aspects, but he was really good at being sarcastic and provoking her anger.

"Do you have to talk like that? I'm starting to feel like attacking you."

Flame threatened, and even someone with a good temper couldn't help but feel a little impatient.

"I don't understand what you're saying, Lady Flame. Come on, eat this bread, Lady Flame." Fingel shoved a loaf of bread into Flame's mouth. "This bread is actually quite delicious, you know."

The bread with bacon was stuffed into Flame's mouth, the huge stick filling her mouth so much that she couldn't speak and could only let out unwilling whimpers.

"Waaaaah... Let go!"

hateful!

After struggling for a long time, Flame finally finished eating the bread, but she glared at the bastard with a resentful look on her face.

"I have something else I want to ask you. Would you be interested in telling me about things a thousand years from now?"

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"Huh? Isn't it said that it's best not to tell other people about the future?"

Fingel was somewhat surprised. According to Flame's theory, he should have avoided revealing information about the future as much as possible.

...

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone or do anything unnecessary."

Flamme spoke in this way, suppressing her own emotions.

However, although her tone was calm, Fingel still sensed a hint of longing... No one doesn't want to know what their future looks like.

interesting.

Fingel grinned, revealing an exaggerated smile: "Well...should I tell you? I can't quite remember." He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, making himself look incredibly irritating.

"Ah, the question asked by the great human first genius mage, I can't quite recall it right now."

?

[Flame has slight doubts about what you said]

[Flame's favorability -1]

What a stingy guy!

She was slightly angry, but then she looked at the person's irritating expression and inexplicably laughed out of anger.

Flame suddenly remembered that when she was little—when her parents were still alive—her mischievous little brother would ask her questions all the time, which annoyed her to no end.

It seemed like a lot of trouble at the time, but now when I think about it, I miss it.

'Fingal...how old is he? Why does he still act like a child?'

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I apologize to you."

To Fingel's surprise, Flame stepped forward and pulled him into her arms, stroking his hair and smoothing out his ahoge.

"Are you some kind of kid? Honestly, how old are you and you're still acting like Frilian?"

...

what,

Fingel felt a strange sense of healing. He suddenly remembered why he had come back, and at least for this moment, he did not regret returning.

"Ah... Flame is a woman who could be my mother."

[Flame has serious doubts about you]

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"Mother?"

What are you saying, buddy?

Flame's smile froze. Was she deliberately saying something strange? Is that a child's size? You really have no self-awareness at all.

"I was praising your gentleness, wasn't that great?"

"By the way, Flame, tonight you... (omitting fifty words)"

He pulled Flame into his arms, lowered his head, and whispered something in her ear... As he spoke, Flame, whose expression had been serene, blushed slightly, clearly shocked by the perverse nature of the man's suggestion.

"no!"

Seemingly worried about being overheard, Flame coughed twice, then lowered her voice and scolded.

"Absolutely...absolutely not! You...are you really going to go to this extreme?"

"Why would someone have this kind of hobby? Is it an Oedipus complex?"

She felt she couldn't take it anymore; this sense of transgression gave her a strange...excitement? Perhaps she herself didn't know, but she seemed to have a little interest in herself.

I must have been infected by this pervert!

"Yes, that's me. Didn't you already know that a long time ago?"

"Yes, I am a pervert."

Fingel readily admitted, "Yeah, I've always been a weirdo, so what? He played Valorant all his life, did I get cocky?"

"Besides, I am a bit of a mother complex. After all, I was an orphan since I was a child, so isn't it normal to lack a little maternal love?"