Flillian, I want to live.

Magicians of later generations gave Volame this dazzling title.

For Philen, if Fulilian was the kind of famous person he had seen in newspapers, then Volame was the holy teacher whose famous quotes were printed in textbooks and required him to recite and write them down.

"There's nothing surprising about that. Fulilian is the eldest disciple of Mr. Volame. Volame passed on all his life's work to Fulilian, including the magic that limits magic power."

Guter calmly told a secret that few people in the world know today.

"So they're actually a master-disciple relationship," Phelan said in shock. "Is there no record of such an important event in the history of magic?"

"After all, a thousand years is far too long for humans," Guter said with emotion. "What remains of human history is only the tip of the iceberg. So much has been lost in the long river of history. In comparison, Fulilian's identity is the least important."

Chapter 25: Give them a taste of their own medicine

"Compared to time, humans are truly insignificant, Lord Guter. Even a great hero like Volame has so much unknown to us."

Philen looked at the burning fire in front of her, and for the first time the young girl realized how short human life was compared to that of demons and elves.

"However, if Lady Volame is still alive, she would surely be pleased that her disciple has become a hero who defeated the Demon King."

Philen lowered her head. Although her parents would take her to church to worship the goddess every weekend, in her heart, she didn't actually believe in such illusory things as God and soul.

Because unlike magic that can create miracles through imagination, to this day, no one has actually seen the goddess or communicated with the soul of the dead.

But since the death of his parents, Fearon has gradually begun to understand why people believe in things that cannot be proven to exist.

Because if you don't think this way, those who fight to live, those who sacrifice their lives for their ideals, will end up in nothingness.

That's just too hard to accept.

"Really? Is that what you think?"

Gutel looked at the somewhat sad Philen. Humans always create some false fantasies to comfort themselves, but the demons are different. Precisely because they have no way to understand the complex emotions of humans, they can examine the problems with a more rational attitude.

"I think if I were Volame, I would be so angry at Fulilian that I would jump out of my grave and give this traitor two hard slaps in the face."

Guterre gave Phelan a very different perspective.

"Eh……"

This was the first time that Philen saw Gutel show such strong aggression towards someone.

"Think about it carefully, Philen. Before I teach you, have you ever heard of Volame's method of using restricted magic power to deceive the demons and thus easily destroy them?"

Gutel stretched out a finger and shook it, asking Fearon.

"No……"

Philen shook his head honestly.

"Don't you find it strange? Clearly, back in Volame's time, she and her disciples began practicing to limit their magical powers. Why is it that in modern times, magicians seem to have collectively lost their memory and no longer do so?"

Gutel pointed his finger and guided Philen.

This is indeed a very strange thing, Philen thought. It is not difficult to see from the example of Gutel killing Bahata that even today, hiding magic power is still an effective way to fight against demons. However, his mother, as the most outstanding magician today and the disciple of Lyon, the first first-level magician of the Magic Association, has never mentioned anything about this to him.

"The answer is actually very simple, Philen. The method of limiting one's own magic power, along with the boring fact that Fulilian was Volame's disciple, was slowly lost over the past thousand years."

Seeing Philen's puzzled look, Gutel tapped her fingers on his forehead. She opened her mouth and gave Philen the answer behind his words.

"Lost? How is that possible? Lady Fulilian is still..."

There was an expression of disbelief on Fearon's face. She wanted to refute Gutel's statement, but halfway through her words, she suddenly realized something.

"Isn't it ironic, Flin? She inherited all of Master Volame's teachings and possessed a near-infinite lifespan. But when the Demon King's army was wreaking havoc on this continent, and two-thirds of humanity was wiped out by the demons, Flintren, like a tortoise, retreated into seclusion in a forest. If the brave Sinmel hadn't found her based on rumors, she might still be hiding in that forest, picking wild vegetables."

Gutel opened his arms and scolded Flillian sarcastically for her idle behavior.

"Eh..." After hearing what Guter said, Fearon opened his mouth wide and showed a look of great shock, "But... why?"

"Because of arrogance..."

Gutel closed her eyes. As a demon, no matter how hard she tried, she could not understand certain human emotions. But for elves with the same long life as herself, Gutel could understand some of their thoughts.

"For Fulilian, it makes no difference whether it takes a hundred years or a thousand to destroy the Demon King. She truly hates the demons, but that doesn't mean she cares about the lives of humans. If the brave Sinmeier hadn't found her, she would have continued to lie dormant, even waiting a thousand years. This is the elves' arrogance towards time. Philen, in this respect, Fulilian is no different from the demons she hates."

With a mocking smile, Guter explained the reason to Fearon.

That day, Guter planted a seed in young Fearon's heart.

And today, looking at Frillian questioning him in a condescending manner, the seeds planted by Gutel sprouted.

"How arrogant, Lady Flillian."

Phelan raised his wand.

At that moment, a huge amount of magic power spread out like a tide with Philen as the center. The rising magic power rushed straight into the sky, and even the magicians far away in the Holy City noticed it.

A white magic cannon shot out silently from the magic circle that suddenly formed on the top of the magic wand. With powerful power that could destroy everything in its path, it brushed past Frillian's cheek and shot into the forest behind Frillian.

After the bright light that eclipsed the midday sun, the roar of the explosion and the strong wind that swept over blew Fulilian's silver hair up.

Fulilian reached out and gently touched her cheek.

Although she launched such a powerful magic attack, the girl in front of him managed to control the magic cannon so that it passed by her skin less than an inch accurately without hurting herself at all.

Powerful magic power, precise magic control technology, and...nearly perfect magic disguise.

Before Philen took action, Fulilian never thought that the other party might kill her.

From the beginning to the end, he had always regarded Philen as an incompetent apprentice magician.

What made you come up with this idea?

Fulilian lowered her head and looked at Philen, who was holding his staff with his hand and smiling happily as if he had succeeded in a prank.

Was it because the other party was just a human cub? Compared to himself who had lived for a thousand years, the less than ten-year-old Fei Lin was naturally regarded as insignificant by himself.

It was just like when the great demons who were hunting them faced the human girl who carried them out of the destroyed village and wanted to take them in as her disciples.

Chapter 26 Don't Let Companionship Become a Regret

In front of a desk piled with notes, a silver-haired elf girl was interpreting the magic book in her hand as usual in the dim light of an oil lamp.

Ta, tap, tap...

The girl's pointed ears moved slightly, catching a slow sound behind her.

"Are you still awake at this late hour, Haita?"

Fulilian didn't turn around, and greeted Haita, who came to visit him in the underground library, with her usual cold tone.

"Maybe it's because I slept too long during the day, so I became more awake at night, Fulilian."

Four years passed in a flash, and Haita was now much older than before. Not only could he no longer rely on the crutches in his hands, but his back was also hunched uncontrollably. Even though he spent half of his time sleeping in bed, his wrinkled face was still full of fatigue.

Human aging seems to happen in an instant.

"Is Philen's training going well?"

Haita bent down with some difficulty, picked up the information book that Fulilian had casually thrown on the ground, and slowly put it back on the bookshelf beside him.

"What would take ordinary people more than ten years to complete, Philon completed in less than four years."

Fulilian stopped writing. When she mentioned Philen, she felt a little uneasy.

Although the child not only has magical talent far beyond that of ordinary people, but is also very sensible and obedient, as a disciple, he is indeed impeccable.

"She's a little too obsessed with her training... Although loving magic is a good thing, she's also too obsessed."

Except for the time when he was interpreting the magic book for Haita in the underground library, Philen was almost always pestering Fulilian to learn new magic. Moreover, the child did not want to learn a certain magic out of interest, but accepted all the knowledge and absorbed it from Fulilian like a glutton.

For a master, it would be a headache if the disciple is not diligent, but it would be an even greater headache if the disciple is too diligent.

Unable to bear the harassment, Freelan often dives into the basement as soon as the daily routine instruction is finished in order to avoid Philen, which greatly increases the efficiency of deciphering the magic book.

"Really? It seems that the child already has the ability to stand on his own."

Hearing Fulilian's slightly complaining words, Haita smiled and said with some relief.

"That child's previous teacher helped her lay a solid foundation," Fulilian did not deny Haita's words. "When I first met her, her reserves and control of magic had reached an incredible level."

Having said that, Fulilian paused.

"But... there's just one thing that's puzzling me. Although Fearon's magical power is indeed astonishing, when I first met her, the techniques she used were incredibly backward. She didn't even know the most basic common attack magic, and she chose the inefficient and extremely costly explosion magic to give me a warning..."

Fulilian turned her head and looked at Haita who was silent behind her.

"Firen at that time was just like a disciple taught by a magician from a thousand years ago... What are you hiding from me, Haita?"

Haita, who was being stared at closely by Fulilian, swayed.

thump--

As Fulilian watched, Haita slowly fell to the ground.

"Haita?"

As thunder rumbled outside the window, in the windy and rainy wooden house, Haita was carried to the bed by Fulilian with great effort.

"It's much heavier than I thought. Isn't it said that people's bones become thinner as they get older? You drunken monk."

Fulilian covered Haita, who was slowly waking up from his coma, with a blanket. She was breathing heavily, with her hands on her hips, and complained to him.

"Feel sorry……"

Haita wanted to use his arms to support himself and sit up, but he didn't even have the strength to do that, so he could only fall back on the bed unwillingly.

"Are you already that old? A drunken monk."

Fulilian looked at Haita who was struggling, and a rare sad expression appeared on Fulilian's face.

"I thought you could live a few more years..."

"Please don't make that expression... It's a miracle that I can still function normally until now."

Haita tilted his head slightly and looked at Fulilian, who was biting her lips like a child who missed the school outing because she overslept, and smiled to comfort her.

"..."

Fulilian looked at Haita, who looked relieved. He seemed to be able to accept his impending death better than she was.

"Is it necessary to continue interpreting the magic book?"

"...Have you discovered it?"

Haita was stunned for a moment, then gave Fulilian an embarrassed smile.

"There are traces of someone deciphering the grimoire. Was it Philen's former teacher who did it? Actually, you've long known that neither the magic of resurrection nor the magic of immortality exists, right?"

Fulilian asked Haita with some dissatisfaction.

"People's fear of death is immeasurable, Flillian. If such magic really existed, why didn't Sage Evisi use it himself, instead choosing to take it to his grave?"

Haita replied in a nonsensical manner.

"Then why..."

"She's no longer a burden to you, right, Flillian?"

Haita answered the question before Fulilian could.

"what……"

Fulilian belatedly remembered Haita's request that she take Philen with her on the trip.

"Haita, you plotted against me

Fulilian used her hands to prop up her body against the bed, put her face close to Dan Haita, and complained with a pout.

"Hahaha."

Haita laughed with some effort.

"You guys really tricked me..."

Fulilian stood up and looked at Haita's face, which was sunken due to age. She smiled a smile of success again and for some reason she started to laugh too.

Yes, Haita used to like playing tricks on others...

Although there was a heavy rain outside, the purple-haired girl continued her practice deep in the forest.

Compared to four years ago, she has grown from a little girl whose height was shorter than the table legs into a graceful young lady, and her height is slightly higher than that of Fulilian.

Just like aging, human growth happens in the blink of an eye.