Flillian, I want to live.

Fulilian stared at the girl in front of her.

"Haita has fainted," Fulilian looked at Feilun with complicated eyes, "Do you want to go and accompany him?"

"..."

When Philen heard the news brought by Fulilian, he was slightly stunned.

"of course."

Then she nodded without hesitation.

"Aren't you afraid that it will delay your practice?"

Fulilian was a little surprised by Philen's reaction.

"Practice is certainly important, Lady Fulilian," Fearon put away his staff, "but someone once told me that if you miss out on something, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Chapter 27: The old must go before the new can come

Twenty-fifth year after the death of the brave Sinmel.

In front of a small wooden house outside the Holy City of Stral, Philen was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the house.

"It's so deserted, Lady Flillian."

After finishing the cleaning, Philen returned to the cabin with a broom. She looked at Fulilian who was sitting by the fireplace and leisurely drinking afternoon tea, and spoke with some loss.

"Well, that's to be expected."

Fulilian picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said calmly.

"But... no matter what, Lord Haita is also a hero who once saved the world..."

Philen clenched the broom in her hand. Although several days had passed, she still couldn't let go of this matter.

"You're right, but that was seventy-five years ago." Philen put down the teacup in his hand and looked across at the room filled with flowers. "If you really want to blame someone, you can only blame that wine-drinking monk for living too long by human standards..."

In the room in front of Fulilian, Haita was lying in the coffin surrounded by flowers with a peaceful look on his face, waiting for people to come and pay their respects to him.

"Well……"

Philen paused angrily on the broom in his hand.

A few days have passed since Haita passed away.

For this old man who saved him and treated him like a family member, Philen carefully accompanied him through his last moments.

Separation is a painful experience, but Fearon had already prepared to say goodbye to Haita.

It's not that she couldn't accept Haita's death. What she couldn't accept was that even though the news of Haita's death had been circulating for many days, the number of people coming to pay their respects was not very large, but almost deserted.

In fact, apart from a few villagers who lived nearby and had received help from Haita, no one came to say goodbye to Haita. The church only perfunctorily sent a monk to express condolences and nothing else happened.

"Don't be so angry. Look, didn't the monk sent by the church give us rice, flour and oil yesterday?"

Fulilian waved to Philen, then turned to look at the two sacks and a clay pot filled with olive oil piled in the kitchen.

"Lady Flillian!"

Philen stared at Fulilian, who seemed indifferent to Haita's death, and called out her name with a frown.

"Ah...ah...it's no use getting angry at me..."

Fulilian looked at Philen with puffed cheeks, and found that the other party was really angry. Fulilian hid her head in the collar of her coat with some grievance, and muttered.

"……Feel sorry."

Philen looked at the pitiful Fulilian, sighed helplessly, and apologized to the master who had been angered by him.

"It's meaningless to cling to a life that's already passed." Fulilian stood up, reached out and touched Philen's head, comforting him. "In the past thousand years, I've said goodbye to countless old friends. If you always cling to the illusions of the past, you won't be able to mature."

"Ah."

Philen nodded silently.

"Very good, this is also a kind of growth, Philen," Fulilian nodded with satisfaction. "Speaking of which, the time is almost up. There is no point in delaying it any longer. Let's send Haita to the cemetery in the Holy City for burial tomorrow."

"Huh? So fast?"

Philen said in surprise.

"Well, even though it's autumn now and I cast a spell to dry the room, after so many days, that Haita guy... seems to be starting to stink."

Fulilian touched her chin with her hand and said with a distressed expression.

"Eh……"

Philen looked towards the room where Haita was in horror.

"Although the scent of flowers may not be so noticeable, it's still best for us to bury Haita before he rots, right?"

Fulilian explained to Philen seriously.

"I, I understand! Let's bury Lord Haita tomorrow. No, but how? Is there anyone you want me to contact first?"

Philen showed an unprecedented panic expression, stammering and shaking his head.

"Peace of mind."

At this moment, Fulilian smiled and placed her hand on Fearon's shoulder.

"Eh? Lady Flillian?"

Philen blinked and stared blankly at the elf girl in front of him with a smug and complacent smile.

"Do you know how many funerals I've held in the past thousand years?" Fulilian said to Philen with a lopsided smile, boasting, "I've buried more people than you've eaten bread. I'm a professional when it comes to funerals."

"Uh……"

Philen couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth.

What an unexpected skill.

But surprisingly reasonable.

"Anyway, just leave it to me."

Fulilian patted her penniless chest and confidently took on the task.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Lady Fulilian."

Philen suddenly bent down and bowed solemnly to Fulilian.

"Leave it to me, Philen. After all, Haita... is also an important partner of mine..."

Fulilian raised her head, and this time, she could no longer hold back her tears, which slowly flowed down her cheeks.

dong dong dong~

At this touching moment, there was a somewhat inopportune knock on the door.

"Look, isn't there still someone who remembers that guy?"

Flillian wiped the tears from her face with her hands and said with a smile to Felene who had a surprised expression on his face.

"I'll open the door!"

Philen nodded, ran to the gate with brisk steps, pulled the bolt and pushed the door open.

"Hello."

A gentle voice sounded from outside the door.

Fulilian, who had turned around to make tea, was suddenly frozen in place by the sound as if she had been cursed by petrification.

"you are……"

A tall man with a confident smile appeared before Philen. He shook the white cloak behind him, lowered his head, and spoke slowly in a magnetic voice that was very familiar to a certain silver-haired elf:

"I'm here to say goodbye to an old friend."

"You are a friend of Lord Haita. Please follow me. Lord Haita is here..."

Philen nodded politely to the man in front of him, then turned around and prepared to introduce him to the room where Haita was buried.

"Wait a moment!"

Fulilian turned around, and although she didn't use flying magic, she suddenly burst out with flying speed and ran towards the door. Ignoring the shocked look on Philen's face, she held the door frame with her hands, panting, and looked out.

caught her eye.

It was a strand of blue hair as clear as the sky.

Chapter 28: Xinmeier's Gift

Despite meeting in the sea of ​​flowers in dreams countless times.

Despite shedding tears of regret on the day of his funeral.

Even though I had already made the so-called awareness.

Fulilian looked at the man standing in front of the door.

The pupils in his eyes continued to dilate.

She opened her mouth and shouted at the other party in a trembling voice:

"Who are you sending it to?"

Standing in front of the door was a middle-aged man who looked to be over fifty years old, with a big belly and a face full of stubble.

Although he tried hard to restore the original appearance of the brave Sinmel on himself, Fulilian could not connect the man in front of her with the Sinmel in her mind.

"Flillian... You are Lady Flillian, right? My father often mentions you."

The man looked at the elf girl who was leaning against the door with a look of despair on her face. He raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and called out her name with surprise.

"..." Fulilian looked at the man in front of her with disgust, "No, do we know each other?"

"Oh, by the way, Lady Flillian was traveling alone at that time, so it's not surprising that you didn't know me." The man didn't get angry at Flillian's rudeness, but instead smiled apologetically. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ed, and I'm the illegitimate son of the brave Lord Sinmel."

"Ah, is that so?"

Fulilian scratched her hair with her hands and turned around with a calm expression.

boom--

Then he fell straight forward to the ground.

"Lady Flillian!"

Hearing Philen's urgent call, the elf girl lying on the bed with a peaceful face moved her pointed ears slightly.

Fulilian opened her eyes and looked at Philen, who was kneeling beside the bed, holding her hand and looking at her worriedly. The other person looked exactly the same as when Haita died.

"Phiren..."

Fulilian opened her mouth and called out Philen's name in a weak voice, just like Haita did before.

"Lady Fulilian, you suddenly fainted just now. I thought you..."

Philen looked at Fulilian with red eyes. She had just lost Haita. If Fulilian really had an accident, she didn't know where her future would be.

"I'm fine. I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that Xin Meier actually gave birth to a child..."

Looking at the poor little thing in front of her who was worried about her, Fulilian smiled. She reached out her hand, touched the other's head, and comforted him.

"Wow wow wow—Uncle Haita! I'm such an unfilial child! Father told me to come visit you often, but I didn't even get to see you for the last time—"

Then, from the adjacent room where Haita's body lay, came the heartbreaking cries of a man.

"..."

Fulilian was silent.

"Well, maybe it wasn't a dream. Mr. Ed seems to be very familiar with Lord Haita and Lord Xinmeier..."

Philen looked at Fulilian who had a dead mother look on her face and added weakly.

From this moment on, the expression on Fulilian's face seemed to be frozen.

"Oh, Miss Phelan, your cooking skills are surprisingly good!"

From the dinner the three of them had together that day.