Flillian, I want to live.

Although the other party looked like a minor, there was only indifference and murderous intent in the man's eyes.

Because the girl in front of him was not an ordinary human girl. The two horns on her head revealed her identity as a demon.

"Have you thought of a last will? Well, you guys don't really need something like that, do you?"

The man said coldly as he looked at the demon who was knocked to the ground in front of him.

"I just want to survive..."

The young demon opened his mouth and spoke to the man in a longing tone.

"Really? These are your last words."

The man raised his sword.

"Please wait a moment."

However, at this moment, a slightly trembling voice sounded from behind the man, interrupting his attack.

"Master John, you don't know how many people she has killed before, do you?"

The man turned his head and looked to his side. Standing there was a young monk in gorgeous clothes.

"But, but she's still a child. Maybe she just hasn't received the right guidance..."

This monk named John was of noble birth. His father was an earl who had followed the king in his campaigns. However, he did not inherit his father's courage. He did not dare to wield a sword to kill people. Instead of becoming an outstanding knight, he chose to become a monk who converted to the goddess.

"So are we just going to leave her alone? There's no prison for demons in this world."

The man curled his lips in disdain. Unlike John, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was just the second son of a small noble family on the border. Without any inheritance rights, he had been struggling at the bottom of society as a knight since he was a child. The cruel reality had long since wiped out the innocence in his heart.

"This……"

John couldn't refute his companion in front of him, but when his eyes turned to the demon girl who was huddled in the corner and dying, the pity in his heart made him unable to sit idly by.

"Heh, if you don't want to see it, just hide aside."

Looking at John's conflicted look, the man sneered and raised the sword in his hand again.

"If that's the case!" John interrupted the man again, and this time, a resolute expression appeared on his face. "Then let me adopt her."

Chapter 18 Incomprehensible Love

Climbing up the spiral staircase, at the end of the staircase, Philen saw a half-open wooden door.

"anyone there?"

Philen knocked on the door gently, but after waiting for a moment, there was no response.

Philen took a deep breath, then pushed open the wooden door in front of him and walked straight in.

What appeared in front of Philen was a small room that looked somewhat warm. The furnishings in the room were very simple: a table, a bed, and a burning stove, that's all.

Philen first walked to the stove. The firewood in the stove was crackling, and it seemed to be burning brightly. She put her little hand next to the stove, letting the warmth of the fire drive away the coldness on her body.

Next, Philen walked to the desk where the oil lamp was still on. She climbed onto the edge of the table, stood on tiptoe, and stuck her head out from the table, taking a quick glance at the things on it.

It was an unfinished letter. Philon recognized the first few words: "Dear Bishop, my old friend..."

However, because it was really difficult to stand on tiptoe, Philen did not finish reading the letter.

Finally, Fearon came to the small bed at the far end of the room.

An old man with a kind face was lying on it. He was wearing simple white clothes and had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Although the two had never met before, Philen felt a throbbing in her heart. She knew that the old man lying here was her grandfather.

"Yes, you? Vaher."

The old man lying on the bed noticed someone coming to his bedside, but he did not notice Philen. Instead, he opened his mouth and called out the old butler's name.

"Lord Vaher is in the room downstairs. Do you want me to call him up for you?"

Philen looked at his old grandfather lying on the bed, stretched out his little hand, and held the other's big hand that was as withered as rotten wood.

"You're not Vaher?"

The old man took great effort to open his eyelids a little, and in a trance, he saw a streak of purple hair.

"Ah," the old man suddenly sighed with relief, "is that you? Anil, are you here to pick me up?"

Anelle?

Philen had heard her mother mention this name before. It was her grandmother. But just as the old housekeeper said, her grandmother died shortly after Philen's mother was born.

"No, I'm Fei..."

Philen opened his mouth, intending to clarify the misunderstanding with his grandfather.

"I'm sorry, Anelle..."

However, the old man interrupted Philen's words.

"If I had listened to Waher and not brought the child home, you wouldn't..."

A hot tear rolled down the old man's eye.

Although he has always claimed that his wife died in an accident, the actual situation is not so.

That night the weather was just as bad as it is tonight.

Accompanied by heavy rain, there were lightning and thunder in the sky.

"why?"

John was holding a baby in his arms who had just lost its mother, and the mother who had just fought desperately to protect it fell in a pool of blood in front of John.

The culprit behind all this was the demon girl standing in the delivery room, covered in blood.

"Shouldn't your child be me, Father?"

The demon girl squatted down and gently picked up the hair of the purple-haired girl who had fallen to the ground and was no longer breathing. She raised her head and looked at John in a daze:

"Why did Mother stop me? I seem to have messed up."

"You are not my child, you are a monster! Even a beast wouldn't do such a thing! Carl!"

Even John, who was always known for his gentleness and tolerance, couldn't help but reveal a ferocious expression at this moment. He hugged the crying baby in his arms and roared hysterically at the demon girl in front of him.

"Really? Have you abandoned me?"

The demon girl named Carl stared at the man in front of her with an expressionless face. In her mind, she recalled every detail of her life with him. Judging from human values, John was an excellent father, but Carl could not understand all this.

"My Lord Earl, stop wasting time talking to this demon and give the order to kill her!"

The subordinates around him tried to persuade John.

John's lips trembled. Even though Carl, a demon, could not understand human emotions, John, a human, developed feelings for Carl while spending time with him. He sincerely raised Carl as his own daughter, fantasizing that humans and demons could live together in harmony.

"If I say I'm sorry, will you forgive me?"

Karl looked at John in front of him and said coldly.

A dazzling beam of light shot out from John's hand and hit Carl like raindrops, raising a huge cloud of dust.

"Father..."

As the smoke cleared, Carl lowered his head and looked at the huge potholes around him caused by John's attacks. If these attacks had not been deliberately deflected, she would have turned into dust by now.

"Get out! Get out before I decide to kill you!" John finally couldn't make up his mind. He was too kind, which was both his strength and weakness. "I don't have a daughter like you, and I don't want to see you, a bastard, again. Get out!"

"I understand."

Carl's body suddenly turned into countless black feathers, and then flew out of the window.

"Master, he is really an irredeemable bastard, isn't he?"

At the same time, the old butler and Gutel's story was coming to an end.

"Why did Anelle choose that guy? When the team disbanded, she told me to come to her wedding, but what I ended up attending was her funeral."

The old butler took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He liked smoking when he was on adventures, but since he became John's butler and took the initiative to take on the responsibility of raising Philen's mother, he has quit smoking until today.

"Can I borrow a light?"

The old butler said to Gutel who was listening with great interest.

"Easy to do."

Guter stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped the cigarette butt. Along with a flash of fire, slowly blue smoke rose up.

"It's so convenient, cough cough cough... When Anil was alive, she lit my cigarette this way too."

The old butler took a deep puff. Perhaps because he hadn't smoked for a long time, this old smoker was choked and coughed continuously. But even so, a happy expression appeared on his face.

"I don't understand," Guter looked at the old housekeeper in front of him, "If you also love Miss Annelle, why didn't you snatch her away from her?"

"If it were a demon, perhaps they would do so," the old butler glanced at Gutel, a self-deprecating smile on his face. "But silent protection is a man's romance."

Chapter 19 Are you the rescuer invited by the monkey?

As the cigarette in his hand burned out, the old butler slowly exhaled the last puff of smoke.

"I lost Anelle and then I lost the eldest lady, so this time, I can't lose Philen no matter what."

The old butler shook off his collar which was covered with cigarette ash and spoke slowly.

"Is this your reason?"

Gutel looked at the old butler in front of him. He didn't know when it started, but the kindness and gentleness he had just shown when facing Philen had faded from the other's face, and was replaced by indifference and murderous intent.

It was as if time began to flow backwards at this moment, and he returned to the moment when he put the sword on Carl's neck.

"I'm already old. Even if I can survive, I'll just become a useless person like the master, needing care. No matter what, I can no longer protect Miss Phillen like I did the young lady and help her become an independent person. That's why I can't just leave that bastard alone. This time, I will show no mercy and cut the grass and eradicate it completely..."

The old butler slowly pulled out his sword from his waist. Although he had been away from fighting for many years, the sword was still well-maintained by the old man and looked as good as new.

"I will never let the tragedy of thirty years ago happen again..."

The old butler swung his sword forward, and the sword edge flashed with cold light and broke through the air in front of him, making a pleasant crisp sound.

"Ah, that's it~"

Gutel stretched and nodded lazily to the old butler.

"Eh? Don't you think that was cool just now?"

The cool old butler looked at Gutel, who seemed to be lacking interest, with a somewhat aggrieved expression on his face.

"Have it?"

Gutel blinked his eyes and asked innocently, not knowing that this would only add insult to injury to the poor old butler.

"Ah, that's a cool line I've been thinking about for a long time."

The old butler said to Gutel with a bitter face and a complaining tone.

"How should I put it? Even if it's the same line, it feels different when spoken by different people in different situations." Guter looked at the old butler, who seemed to have been hit hard. Although she could have used deception to cheer him up, she chose to tell him her true thoughts. "After all, is all this what you're doing really what Fearon wants? Or is this just wishful thinking?"

"I see."

The old butler raised his head. Although it was a bit hurtful, what Guter said was not wrong.

"I'm sorry, but everything you said seems to me to be just self-righteous flattery," Gutel said, looking at the old butler. Although she was grateful for him sharing his cherished story, she wasn't moved. "If it were the brave Sinmeier, I can't guess what he would have done, but he certainly wouldn't have done what you did."

"Really? If it's Master Sinmei?"

Hearing Xin Meier's name, the old housekeeper's pupils suddenly dilated.

He suddenly remembered the reason why he gave up his mediocre job in his hometown and decided to start traveling as an adventurer.

Because he heard the story of the brave Xinmeier.

I want to follow in his footsteps and become a man like him...

Since when did I forget the reason why I embarked on this journey in the first place?

The old butler suddenly smiled with relief:

"After all, I'm not a great man like the Brave Sinmeier."

after all……

If it was the brave Sinmeier, he wouldn't have died in a place like this, right?