Flillian, I want to live.

"After all, I'm just a demon, right, Fulilian..."

Guter said what Fulilian hadn't said.

"I……"

Fulilian opened her mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but she didn't know what to say because Gutel had hit the nail on the head.

"When we were fighting Maya before, you didn't tell me about her abilities in advance, did you? From the very beginning, you wanted to use me against her, Fulilian. If it was Xin Meier, would he also use his companions in this way?"

However, Gutel did not give Frillian a chance to organize her words. She raised her voice and turned the tide to question Frillian.

"of course not……"

When Fulilian heard Gutel mention Xinmei's name, she subconsciously denied it.

"Then there is only one answer..."

Gutel pushed away Fulilian's hand on his shoulder, then reached out and grabbed Fulilian's shoulder.

"Even after all we've been through, you've never really considered me a partner, have you?"

Gutel took a deep breath, stared at Fulilian and spoke slowly.

"..."

Fulilian turned her head away silently, expressing her attitude in an evasive way.

"I'm so sorry, Flillian."

Gutel looked at Fulilian who was avoiding his gaze, and did not continue to torture her. Instead, he lowered his head and said in a depressed tone.

"After all, I'm just a demon."

Gutel loosened his grip on Fulilian's shoulders and grabbed the sun hat on his head, revealing the pair of pointed horns that he dared not show in front of others.

"..."

Fulilian bit her lips lightly and reached out to smooth her hair at the temples to hide her embarrassment.

"Oh, well, I can't keep Lord Alden waiting any longer."

Looking at the elf in front of him who was particularly clumsy with emotions, Guter shook his head helplessly, took the initiative to break the deadlock, turned around and walked down the stairs.

"what……"

After watching Gutel's back disappear into the stairs, Fulilian raised her head, looked at the sky and sighed, breaking her long silence.

It seems like I messed up again.

Frillian turned around and walked to the battlement where Gutel had just sat in a daze. From here, she could clearly see the entire statue of Sinmel in the square.

"Xin Meier..."

Fulilian silently recited Xinmei's name, then slowly raised her left hand.

On her ring finger, she wore a ring that had turned a little black due to oxidation.

"Flillian, you've worked very hard on this expedition. Just as I said, as a reward, pick one of your favorites from here."

Fifty-five years before the death of the brave Sinmeier.

Also after completing the commission to subjugate the demon army that was plaguing the Earl of Olden's territory, in the evening, Xinmeier, who was walking on the city streets with Fulilian, suddenly stopped in front of a shop selling silver jewelry.

"Jewelry?"

Fulilian, who had already walked past the store, turned around and looked at Xin Mei'er, who was standing in front of the jewelry store, smiling like a waiter soliciting customers, with a somewhat troubled expression on her face.

"I'd be happier if you took me to a magic shop..."

Although she said this, looking at Xinmeier who was looking at her eagerly, Fulilian still turned around and walked to his side.

"Silver jewelry is a specialty of this city. The craftsmen here are exceptionally skilled. It's said that if we take it to the Northern Empire, it could fetch three times the price."

Xin Meir opened his arms and tried hard to promote the store owner in an exaggerated tone. His attentive look even made people wonder if he was a hired agent of the silver jewelry store owner.

"That's because the trade route to the northern plateau has long been blocked by the demons..."

Fulilian glanced at Xinmei helplessly, but she didn't want to spoil Xinmei's fun, so she lowered her head and glanced at the stall filled with various silver jewelry.

Xin Meir was not lying. The stall was filled with a wide variety of silver jewelry, sparkling in the light of the setting sun. Each one was a fine product that would make an ordinary girl's heart beat fast.

However, Fulilian was not interested in these glittering ornaments. Whether it was a necklace with beautiful jade or a bracelet inlaid with gems, in her eyes, they were not much more precious than the cabbages sold at the arm stall.

"That's it."

Fulilian stretched out her hand and casually picked up an inconspicuous ring from the nearest table in front of her, held it in front of her eyes and looked at it while speaking.

"Huh? That's too fast! You should choose carefully..."

Xin Meir didn't expect that after all his efforts in laying the groundwork, he was still dealt with in this way by Fulilian. He complained to the other party with an aggrieved expression.

However, although his face was full of reluctance, when Fulilian turned her head to look at him with some confusion, Xinmei still smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to take the ring that Fulilian had chosen and handed to him.

No matter what, as long as Fulilian likes it.

With this thought in mind, Xin Meier picked up the ring he got from Fulilian and looked at it in front of his eyes.

At that moment, Fulilian clearly remembered that Xin Meir's expression changed dramatically, from helplessness at the beginning, suddenly turned to shock, and then returned to a calmness as if he had seen through the world.

"what happened?"

Fulilian looked at Xin Mei'er who was performing a series of face-changing dramas in front of her, and asked with some confusion, tilting her head.

"nothing."

At that time, Xin Meir did not explain to Fulilian, but just replied lightly, then turned around and handed the ring to the owner of the silver jewelry store.

"How much is this? I'll buy it."

Chapter 172: Take the Things Well

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Chapter 173 I'm Tired, Let's Destroy It

"Even if I said no, you probably wouldn't believe it, right?"

Gutel looked at Lord Olden with some helplessness. What bothered her the most was that old fellows like Fulilian and Lord Olden, who had been fighting against the demons for a long time, had already ingrained in their bones the stereotype that "what the demons say are all lies, and what the demons do are all conspiracies."

In the eyes of these people, Guter was like Nico in the eyes of the American police. Not emptying the magazine directly was considered a great mercy.

"You are quite self-aware, but you are indeed different from other demons I have seen. So even if I don't believe you, I still want to hear your excuses."

Lord Alden grinned and pointed his pipe at Gutel.

"You're probably almost fifty, right? In the eyes of Hugh Tark and the others, you're already considered an elder, but do you know how long I've lived?"

Gutel looked at Lord Olden's face, which was covered with wrinkles from years of hard work, and asked him.

"Age?"

Lord Alden looked at Gutel. From the outside, the black-haired girl in front of him seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but Lord Alden knew very well that appearance itself was a trap used by the demons to deceive humans. Their true age could only be judged by the magic power emanating from them.

However, as a warrior, Lord Olden could not see the magic power emanating from Guter at this time. However, Lord Olden could infer from Guter's position in Frelian's team that the demon in front of him might have a strength no less than Frelian.

"You've lived for at least a few hundred years, right?"

Lord Olden stared at Guter and expressed his rough guess.

"It's been more than a thousand years..."

Guterl smiled and gave the correct answer.

"It seems that you are a more dangerous demon than that Maya."

Lord Alden raised his eyebrows. Although he was mentally prepared, Guter's words still shocked him.

Lord Olden, who believed he had many dealings with demons, also saw for the first time a demon as long-lived as Gutel.

"Yes, even for the demons, being able to survive for a thousand years is quite remarkable. After all, for you humans, that is an era as long as mythical."

Guter closed his eyes and admitted it without being modest.

"So, what does this have to do with the statue?"

Lord Alden shrugged in disbelief and brought the topic back to the original question.

"I only recently realized that even though I've lived such a long time, to this day, only a handful of people know of my existence."

With his hands behind his back, Gutel walked to the window of the study and cast his eyes at the city under the night sky.

"The nameless great demon? You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Indeed, compared to a notorious great demon like Aura, Guter, who had lived longer, was the first to hear of it, not only for ordinary people, but even Lord Olden, who had memorized the intelligence of various great demons appearing in the northern continent since childhood.

However, Lord Olden was also very clear that the nameless great demons were often more terrifying than the demons on the list. After all, the only reason why the demons that feed on humans were unknown to humans was that everyone who had seen them had been killed by them.

"Yes, that was indeed the case at the beginning. However, more than eighty years ago, a guy broke my peaceful life."

At this point, Gutel subconsciously covered her neck with her hands. The memory of being tortured and killed by Xinmeier when she first met her still makes her suffer from PTSD.

"Is it Xinmeier?"

Lord Alden speculated thoughtfully.

"Yes, from that time on, I began to realize that perhaps the good days of the demon clan were really over. If I didn't do something, I would be wiped out by you sooner or later."

Gutel does not regret her decision. As the one who personally cultivated Philen, she has an extremely clear understanding of the speed of human growth.

"So that's why you chose to travel with Fulilian and the others? Well, maybe that does make sense."

Lord Alden stroked his chin with his hand and said thoughtfully.

"I'm not a hero. I chose this path simply to survive and find a way to coexist with humans. But perhaps this is just wishful thinking on my part."

Guter put her hand on her heart. Just like the difference between AI and a real person, even though Guter can imitate human emotions and judge other people's feelings and thoughts through experience, she ultimately does not understand human emotions.

No matter how hard she tried, what she created was ultimately just a humanoid shell, and hidden beneath that skin was still a monster called the demon clan.

In a sense, Freelan was not wrong to blame Guter.

“I seem to have reached a point of no return on the wrong path.”

There was a confused look in Guter's eyes.

She didn't know what she had to do to win Fulilian and gain the understanding and acceptance of humans who had a deep hatred for the demons, but now it seemed that she had no way back to the demon world.

When the white-haired demon girl begged for mercy, she had already realized that she was like a gambler who had put all his fortune in the gamble, so she decisively killed the other party and chose to raise the bet again.

However, when Gutel watched the demon girl in front of her turn into ashes with an unwilling look in her eyes, a feeling of grief for the other party surged in her heart.

"I don't even know her name. Perhaps no one else in this world knows it, after all, I killed all her companions."

And Gutel spoke slowly. She didn't feel any guilt for being a demon traitor. But when she saw the nameless demon girl disappearing into black smoke, she thought of herself.

"If I die one day, will I be like her, with not even a trace of my existence left in this world?"

Before, Gutel had been avoiding the concept of "death", which frightened her immensely. But when she realized that she might be like the demon girl she killed, unable to escape the fate of death no matter how hard she struggled, she realized another terrible problem.

Even if she lived for thousands of years, when death came, she would only turn into a wisp of black smoke, and not even her corpse would remain in this world. By then, it would not just her body that would be destroyed.

"The very idea that I once existed in this world will be forgotten and completely vanished, like a stray dog ​​on the side of the road, no one will care about me. How can I possibly accept such a thing?"

As Gutel was talking, she walked to a position very close to Lord Olden. At this moment, she seemed a little crazy, and a strange red light began to flash in her eyes.

in case……

Some strange ideas suddenly popped up in Guter's mind.

If I kill this guy here, or kill all the residents of this city, my notoriety will spread, right?

Chapter 174: Unofficial History Focuses on a Wild

"That's it, I understand."

As if sensing something unusual about Guter, Lord Alden placed his hand on Guter's shoulder, stood up, and used a loud voice to pull Guter back to reality from the brink of losing control.

"Eh?"

Guter looked at Lord Alden with some surprise.

"Because you're afraid of being forgotten after you die? That's certainly a reasonable reason."