I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"It doesn't matter, right? Anyway, I don't necessarily need offspring. It's not an important thing for us."

"So, you can have a child if you want to?"

Aura preached indifferently; she genuinely had no demands. Her idea was merely a sudden whim, considering that humans might have a need for reproduction.

...

Fingel could tell from the mind-reading entry that she was telling the truth.

He glanced at Aura for a moment, only to find her eyes as calm as the sea.

'Is that how it is?'

Fingel smiled helplessly, even feeling slightly touched, though he considered that the demons truly didn't care about such things...

"Okay, let's have two then."

If you're considering passing the title down, you'd need at least two to be safe. Even with the magical enhancements here, the mortality rate for children is still quite high.

And if you think about it carefully, Awula might be the only one willing to have a child for him.

Flame definitely doesn't want to have children; she has her own lifelong career to pursue. As for Frilian, she probably doesn't even understand some concepts yet... that purple-haired married mentor might be.

However... to be honest, Fingel didn't have much affection for her; they were more like running buddies.

"Two? That's troublesome, even one is troublesome."

Aura is starting to think she doesn't really want to have more children anymore. If she has two, she'll have a long period of weakness, right? Unless she has two at once.

Fingel abandoned his pretentious sitting posture and knelt on the ground—Aura had really changed; even his eyes were much gentler than before.

At least that's true for him.

"Is it not allowed, Lord Aura?"

Fingel pursed his slightly dry lips, pinched Aura's chin, and kissed her, engaging in a primal exchange of fluids.

"Wait... Waaah!!"

After a deep, light kiss, Aura's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving.

"Can't you have my child?"

Aura tilted her head uncomfortably, a strange emotion brewing in her heart.

That damn guy... all he knows how to do is this.

".....Whatever you want."

Fingel felt that it was indeed time to have another child.

'You've become so much cuter, Lady Aura!'

...

At that moment, shouts from soldiers could be heard outside the car window.

"Lord Fingel! We're almost at Friedrich!"

Ok?

Almost simultaneously, both Fingel and Aura felt... a powerful, almost oppressive aura approaching them.

Chapter 127: Why?

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The air froze, as if even breathing was being choked by a force. Every nerve beneath Fingel's skin screamed, warning him that something beyond the ordinary was approaching.

One?

No, there are two!

"There are enemies, two of them, and they are very strong."

Aura said coldly, materializing a scale in her hand that symbolized control—she could sense that it was two entities with terrifyingly vast magical power.

"I know."

Fingel's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water; his good mood was completely ruined. Even he, whose senses weren't particularly strong, could feel the two undisguised, oppressive magical auras—their magical power was more than five times his own.

'An enemy? Where did this enemy come from? An enemy of the Great Demon race, no less! Are you kidding me!'

He couldn't understand why he was being targeted by two powerful demons—as far as he was concerned, what he was doing shouldn't involve those demons at all, and those demons shouldn't care about what a human noble was doing.

'hateful! ’

Sensing the rapidly approaching magic, the two immediately went into battle mode. Fingel was the first to pull Aura out of the carriage—at a moment like this, having no vision was fatal.

'Eight times speed--------'

Fingel's eyes gleamed with a golden light, like burning candlelight brimming with terrifying killing intent; his gaze was more serious than ever before.

'sword?'

His pupils contracted as he saw countless black and red longswords slowly materializing in the air, each one carrying a terrifying aura—this was the enemy's long-range attack.

'A troublesome ability? Do you think you're Gilgamesh?'

Fingel deeply regretted not watching more anime back then, as he didn't know much about some of the villains; otherwise, he would know who they were by now.

In reality, these longswords condensed quite quickly, only appearing slightly slow due to the eight-fold deceleration. And the moment they condensed...

"Boom boom boom boom!!!!"

Like missiles, countless black and red longswords shot out towards him.

"...Don't underestimate me!!!"

Fingel's pupils suddenly contracted, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, a pale flash of lightning streaked through the air as the blade was drawn. Faced with the overwhelming rain of black and red swords, his muscles tensed, and his time-slowing ability erupted.

"Thirty-two times speed... Slash!!!"

He was more focused than ever before, and time seemed to stand still.

Fingel's figure blurred into a streak of light, the shrill whistling of his blades tearing through the air, the silvery-white slashes weaving a dense web of death in the sky. Each strike precisely cleaved through the oncoming enemy blade.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!!"

Sparks flew like a torrential rain from the collision. His movements were so fast they were almost invisible; only the sharp blade light tore through the black and red sky, leaving blinding cracks, as if even space itself was being shattered by this extreme strike.

"What----?"

Aura stood behind Fingel, staring in shock at the defense formed by the silver slashes.

'Has he gotten this strong? This guy.'

She could feel the immense power of each attack, which even Aura found extremely troublesome—for example, the soldiers in the convoy were almost all killed on the spot.

..

"Don't waste your time, Lord Aura!"

Fingel cleaved the incoming giant sword in two with a single strike and shouted loudly.

"Tch... I know."

A thought struck Aura, and he immediately mobilized all his forces to join the battle.

A terrifying scene unfolded: the soldiers who had been killed rose from the ground, brandishing their weapons and rushing forward to protect Aura. Even as their bodies rotted, their souls remained bound to their armor, ready to fight.

Further away, there were magical beasts coming from all directions, and the ground trembled slightly—this was Frish, Aura's lair, where she had prepared the most powerful forces.

However, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst, and those magical beasts cannot immediately protect Aura's safety.

'It's stopped!'

The greatsword in the air stopped attacking—meaning the enemy was close.

Fingel sensed the enemy approaching and immediately used illusion magic to hide his figure within the illusion—perhaps his total magic power was less than that of these great demons, but he would definitely not be easily defeated.

'Why is there only one?'

Hidden within the illusion, he watched the appearing demons with apprehension.

He was a man over three meters tall, dressed in a black nobleman's robe, with demonic horns on his head—his expression was just like Fingal's when he first met Aura, his eyes filled with indifference to life.

'Very strong!'

'This is definitely a demon of the Great Demon level... There's another one probably hiding, is it planning a sneak attack?'

His face looked pale. If it were him, he could have run away, but Aura...

Fingel assessed the combat strength and found that Aura was still in its growth stage. Its total magic power was much weaker than that of the 'Guillotine Aura' in the original work, and it was far from reaching the level of the Great Demon Clan.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Mahat."

Mahathir did not launch an attack first; instead, he introduced himself in a seemingly polite manner.

"You must be Aura? This is interesting magic... Control magic? It seems quite powerful."

He looked Aura up and down with great interest, or more precisely, at the scales she was holding, which caught his attention even more, and even Mahat felt a sense of threat from them.

However, he didn't care. As someone who possessed the magic of 'turning everything into gold', Mahat had absolute confidence in himself. In terms of combat ability, his strength could easily rank among the top five, or even the top three, of the demon race.

Every demon is confident in their magic. In Mahat's own eyes, he cannot even imagine himself being defeated or dying—therefore he has the right to chat with Aura here, and even force Solitaire, who is hiding in the shadows, not to interfere.

"No more attacks!"

Mahat glanced casually at the forest not far behind him, his threatening gaze speaking volumes.

"Who are you? Do I know you?"

"You dared to attack me here? Were you prepared to be killed by me?"

Aula looked at his tall fellow tribesman with a cold smile, showing no signs of the usual "fellow countrymen meeting each other with tears in their eyes" sentiment.

Demons have no sense of camaraderie. Even if they are forced to form a force under the Demon King's coercion, they are not at peace with each other, and it is not uncommon for them to kill each other.

'He's very strong... My total magic power seems to be less than his.'

Aula was sweating profusely.

Although she was confident in her magic, she wasn't at her strongest right now, and not all the magical beasts she controlled had arrived yet, which was one reason.

What's more troublesome is that her control magic is designed to control beings whose total magical power is less than her own, while the other party's total magical power is much greater than hers.

Control magic has its limitations. If Aura were to use control magic on Mahat, she would end up being controlled by him instead. She wouldn't make such a foolish mistake!

You seem very angry?

Mahat looked at Aura with some surprise. This fellow tribesman seemed to be experiencing a lot of emotional fluctuations, which was rare—but that didn't prove anything.

What he wanted to find was someone who could understand what 'guilt' was and truly comprehend the existence of complex human emotions.

"You attacked me without any explanation, why can't I be angry? I'll kill you!"

Aura was extremely frustrated. She frowned and recalled her past. Aura did not like to be with powerful people of her own kind, and there was no way she could have had anything to do with this 'Mahat' in the past.

"So what exactly do you want? Are you looking for trouble?" Aura glared at Mahat. "Even if you're a demon, I'll still kill you."

"No...please don't misunderstand, I meant no harm."

Mahat spoke softly, but his body gradually moved closer.

'This guy's target... is Aura?'

Hidden in the shadows, Fingel wondered. Aura was nothing special; she hadn't yet reached the level she would reach in the future.

'Perhaps they want to recruit Aura into the Demon King's army? No, she should already be in the Demon King's army. So why?'

Fingel couldn't understand how this could have happened.

'No... the old Aura wasn't anything special, but what about the current Aura?'

Fingel had to admit that, with the abilities of his system, Aura was fundamentally different from traditional demons—when facing him, her thinking was more like that of a human girl, and even in ordinary times she wouldn't do things like massacring entire cities out of boredom.

Perhaps that's why they've been targeted. It sounds ridiculous, but that's the only way to put it.

'This is troublesome... Aura's aura has been locked onto.'

He became secretly wary. If it were him, he would have run away. With his illusion magic, Fingel could definitely escape—but Aura couldn't.

'Are we going to abandon Aura and run away? No, no, no, it hasn't come to that yet.'