I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

He had a bad feeling when he heard Frilian talk about it before, and now he felt even worse.

"Anyway, let me explain first." Fingel glared at Frilian, who was still crying on the bed, completely speechless. "Stop crying! Frilian, please stop crying, okay?"

He had never felt such a headache before... Would you please just kill me with a sword?

Seeing this, Frillie continued to cry, only her voice was a little softer, as she listened to Fingel explain his 'crimes'.

.........

As Fingel explained, and Frilian cried and accused him from the side, Haita's expression became increasingly strange... That's it?

This is not what he expected at all.

It should be something more evil, more vulgar... the kind.

"Um...so actually, it's because you said Frillie was old that she cried?"

This is a bit tricky.

It seems that Frillie is quite concerned about this kind of thing... but is it that serious?

Even though we've known each other for so long, and I'm almost at the end of my life, I still feel a sense of kinship with you.

"Really... I've rarely seen Frillie like this." Haita touched his old face awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed. "Ah... I'm sorry, I thought you did something really bad."

There really was a mistake!

Haita wished he could disappear into nowhere. This was really troublesome. How was he supposed to explain it?

"Didn't you misjudge me?"

"Weren't you going to use the goddess's magic to attack me?"

"Hey? Tell me about it."

Fingel's expression grew increasingly resentful; he was truly exasperated.

"The destruction of the kingdom... I'm sorry, hahaha." Haita's smile became increasingly forced. "This... is my fault. As a believer of the goddess, I shouldn't have acted so impulsively."

Fingel's gaze grew increasingly resentful. Ignoring the man scratching his head, who was clearly concerned about his companion, the important thing was... Frillian.

Why is this guy still crying? How long has it been?

Frillie curled up in the corner of the bed, her silver hair scattered messily on the pillow, her emerald eyes red and swollen from crying. Tears streamed down her porcelain cheeks, soaking her clothes. She hugged her knees, her pointed ears drooping limply.

"Waaaaah QVQ"

Still crying! Still crying!

Is there really that much water? That's unbelievable.

He really found it a bit ridiculous. How could this girl be wiping away tears while tearfully accusing him? Was she really crying because she was sad? Was she deliberately crying to embarrass him?

Wait... He remembered what Frilian had said 'a thousand years ago' and what she had just said. Wasn't it him who jokingly said that Frilian was old back then?

How do you say that?

'I'll show you what I'm capable of!'

Finger suddenly felt a sharp pain in his teeth. So this is what's so powerful?

That seems pretty impressive.

I've never felt so pathetic before, not even when facing a formidable enemy.

“But…but it’s not right to say that Lady Frilian is old!” Philon stared at Fingel with feigned seriousness, like a little adult. “Lady Fingel should still apologize to Frilian.”

“I was wrong to destroy Nassa.”

Fingel took a deep breath and then forced a smile at Frillie... To be honest, he was really unconvinced.

To think that Frilian could manipulate me and put me in such an awkward situation... How could this be allowed?

Wait...wait!

He made up his mind to stay in the world a thousand years in the future for a longer period of time, to find an opportunity to take revenge—he had to make Frilian regret it for the rest of her life! Even when she was sleeping, she would be trembling with fear!

"Ohh Ohh ohh."

Frillie wiped away her tears, glanced at him, and then continued to cry.

...

"No, so can you please stop crying?"

Fingel really doesn't know what to do. How about I perform seppuku for you? Would that be more sincere?

The resolve in my heart vanished immediately; I should just let the present moment pass by.

"Lady Frilian, Lord Fingel has realized his mistake... so... so..."

"Waaaaah...!"

Frillie didn't say a word, she just cried.

If I can't avoid them, can't I at least afford to offend them?

Fingel sat up without a word, preparing to run to the toilet and never come back.

To everyone's surprise, Frillie followed along like an auto-follow system, crying as she went.

"woo woo woo woo."

"No, I'm going to the bathroom! Why are you following me?" Fingel panicked. Why couldn't he shake her off?

"Do you have to come with me to the bathroom? Can't I just call you 'sister'?"

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Author's Note: It's so lonely not being able to post or see my dear readers' comments for days on end QVQ. Damn it, I was on the recommendation list these past few days, and now I'm in a silent period.

Chapter 98: Let me see your... okay?

"I'm going to the toilet, bro. Are you going to come in and watch me?"

Fingel had a strong urge to complain, but there were too many things to complain about and he didn't know how to put it into words.

"I don't believe you! You're just trying to fool me!" Frillie cried, looking like she'd been sacrificed and her spirit ring had been destroyed. "Anyway, you always run away as soon as you disappear! It's always like this before!"

“That’s what Celia said too!”

After saying that, she probably still felt uneasy, so she didn't care about saving face at all and sat down on the ground, hugging Fingel's legs with both hands and wailing.

Dou E was wronged.

"Whoa whoa whoa."

The three people around were speechless... What was this? Crying for the sake of crying? The person involved was even more terrified... It was terrifying; the power of the female elf's crying was truly immense.

No!

What kind of kid are you?

Fingel's smile was more like a grimace. "Why don't you send Flame to kill me? Thank you."

He looked at an old man with a pleading look in his eyes.

?

Haita has some mild doubts about you.

Haita felt a headache coming on... Come to think of it, he had indeed seen Frilian cry before. It was after she was eaten by the Insurance Monster and was rescued, that Frilian sat on the ground and wailed.

However, it only lasted a short while; the crying stopped after about a few minutes, mainly because she was frightened.

But now... is this really a deliberate act of revenge against Fingel?

Haita yawned; more than twenty minutes had passed.

He felt a sharp pain in his back and waist. "I'm an old man," he thought, "why should I get up in the middle of the night to get involved in this kind of thing?"

The main thing is... he felt that Frillie would probably keep crying for a while, and comforting Frillie seemed a bit of a hassle.

'Thanks for your hard work, Fingel. Anyway, you're the one who made Frillie cry, right?'

"Better to die for a friend than for myself," even he didn't want to comfort a female elf with great perseverance. Comforting girls was super troublesome—after he defeated the Demon King, when he was still young, he had been an archbishop in a church.

As a bishop, he would occasionally listen to the confessions of his followers, some of whom were quite troublesome, especially the older female believers... though it's not nice to say that.

Women are such a hassle.

That's what Haita thinks.

He was about to slip away, but as a respected elder, he would protect the child.

"Little Philon, let's go to sleep... You're still young, you can't stay up late." Haita stroked Philon's purple mushroom head while explaining to Fingel with a somewhat regretful expression, "Sorry Fingel, Frilian is in your care now."

"Now that I'm getting older, I really have to admit that I'm getting old."

"Lord Haita, is it Lady Frillien...?"

Philon tried to stay, but seeing Haita's somewhat serious expression, he couldn't help but back down.

"Ok."

She obediently listened to Haita's request; the child's greatest characteristic was her obedience.

?

Bridge Bean Sacks!

He desperately wanted to keep Haita, but Frilian was holding his leg, and the old man was incredibly fast—especially after hearing his voice, Haita ran even faster.

In a flash, Haita took Philon to the bedroom to sleep, and the door was slammed shut.

It was a resolute farewell, as if it were a final goodbye.

Someone was in despair. "What an unethical bastard!"

Our friendship is like a candle flickering in the wind.

"I really need to use the toilet. Are you going to watch me? Are you going to help me pee?" Fingel said with a forced smile. "Thank you, but please let go of my hand, okay?"

"Men and women are not allowed to be intimate."

Unfortunately, Frilian wouldn't let him off the hook. She just hugged his legs, crying and saying, "I really don't know how elves' tear ducts are formed."

"What does it matter? You've seen me before, so even if... even if I saw you, what does it matter?"

?

Is there any reason why her club is so good?

How should I refute this?

...

it is good!

Driven by malice, Fingel strode into the toilet and, using his immense strength, carried Frillie inside.

Like a zookeeper dragging a koala.

When he got to the squat toilet, he pulled down his pants and calmly began to urinate, even though he already felt the urge to urinate because of drinking beer.

We can't just stay here like... Holy crap?

He discovered that Frillie didn't even try to dodge; she didn't even tilt her head.

"No, you really want to see it?"

Fingel felt he had no other choice but to hurriedly pull up his pants.

Frillie stopped crying and just stared at him with her watery eyes—or rather, watched him with some curiosity as he went to the toilet.

"Is this the physiological structure of a human male...? This is the first time I've seen this."

Frilian had seen something like this in some magical miscellaneous books before, but she only saw it in a real sense today... It feels so strange, like an elephant's trunk, but also somewhat different from an animal's.

This startled Fingel so much that he had to pull up his pants... The inquisitive, innocent expression on his face, as if he were looking at a tomato he had never seen before, was truly unsettling.

"You don't even know something like this? Now I'm really worried about how you've spent the last thousand years." Fingel was completely at a loss. "You didn't unknowingly get defiled by censors, did you?"

Cao, that won't do.

Being bullied? Impossible, your ancestral graves have already been desecrated.