Flillian, I want to live.

"That child seems to be Lord Haita's companion from back then. It's really pitiful to see her so sad."

At Haita's funeral held in the Cathedral of the Holy City.

Wow…

Fulilian unscrewed the wine that she had prepared five years ago and poured it mechanically on Haita's tombstone.

Until this moment, the expression on Fulilian's face had not changed at all.

"Hmm... Miss Fearon, my father always said that Lady Flillian was a heartless person. I didn't expect her to be so sad about the death of Lady Haita."

Ed, who had taken the initiative to accompany the two of them, covered his mouth with his hands and said to Philen, who was silently observing everything beside him, with a touched look on his face.

"No, Lord Ed, although I hate to say this, Lady Flillian's behavior may have nothing to do with Lord Haita's death..."

Philen glanced at the blue-haired man beside him and complained silently.

"is it?"

Ed blinked innocently at Philen, seemingly unaware of it.

"Next..."

Fulilian turned around, her mouth twitching, and then looked at the man who claimed to be the illegitimate son of a hero.

This was the first time she spoke to the other person in the past few days.

"I'm going to start traveling with Phelan."

"Is that so? Yeah," Ed said, looking at Flillian, who seemed to have locked her emotions deep inside. "Then, could you please help me with a commission?"

"No."

Fulilian rejected the man's request almost without hesitation.

"Eh……"

A troubled expression appeared on Ed's face.

"Let's go, Philen. If we're any later, we won't be able to catch the public bus tonight."

Fulilian walked out of the cemetery without looking back, and as she left, she called Philen, who was standing between them with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Ah, aren't you staying in the Holy City for a few days, Lady Fulilian..."

Philen shouted to Fulilian, somewhat bewildered.

"I can't even stay in this shabby place for a day!"

Fulilian clenched her fists, bared her teeth, and shouted angrily.

"Ah, okay, okay!"

Seeing Fulilian walking further and further away, Philen took small steps to catch up with her in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Halfway through the run, she seemed to remember something, stopped and looked at Mr. Ed who was standing there.

"Um, I'm sorry, Lord Ed."

Philen apologized on behalf of his rude master.

"Ah, please don't take it to heart." Ed waved his hand nonchalantly as he watched Fearon turn and run towards Fulilian again. Then, he raised his voice and shouted towards Fulilian as she walked away, "Um, Lady Fulilian, what if I say the reward for the commission is a gift my father asked me to give you?"

Fulilian stopped moving forward.

"To be honest, I'm actually an antique dealer," Ed said, looking at Fleury, who was standing in the distance. With a confident smile, he introduced himself to her. "Unlike my father, I'm a very hard-nosed businessman. If you don't want that thing, I'll sell it."

"Sell?"

"Yes, to be honest, more than one person has already set their eyes on that item. It was only because of Aunt Fulilian that I resisted their exorbitant price. If you're not interested..."

Ed nodded, and then explained to Fleury in a somewhat regretful tone.

"what are you talking about……"

Fleury turned around and walked up to Ed. She reached out, grabbed the man's collar, and pulled him in front of her face.

"That's a gift from Xinmeier."

"So you promised me?"

Ed looked at Fulilian with a smile.

"You should know the consequences of lying to me..."

Fulilian lowered her head and said with a dark expression.

Chapter 29: Mistakes are only once and countless times

"The legacy of the brave Sinmeier?"

On the carriage to the royal capital, Fulilian heard Ed tell her about the commission target.

"exactly."

Ed smiled and nodded.

"Heh~" A disdainful smile immediately appeared on Fulilian's face. "What kind of legacy can that guy leave behind? Don't I know what kind of guy Xin Meier is?"

"Does Lady Fulilian really know all this?" Philen, who was sitting beside him, glanced at his teacher and blinked innocently. "Then why didn't you expect that Lady Xinmeier might have an illegitimate child?"

"Uh……"

Fulilian bared her teeth and was unable to speak for a long time as if she was choked by something.

"Ahem, listen, Philen. Men are bound to make one or two mistakes in their lifetime..."

After a long time, Fulilian pretended to be mature and touched Philen's head, explaining to him in the tone of an experienced person.

On the outskirts of the royal capital, in front of Xinmei's grave.

"You guys, I am the son of the brave Xinmeier!"

"Stop talking nonsense! I have a suicide note from Lord Xinmeier!"

"You old guys, stop pretending. I am the hero's posthumous child!"

The square in front of the cemetery with the bronze statue of Sinmel was now crowded with people of all ages, big and small, who claimed to be descendants of Sinmel. Due to the large number of people, the royal capital even had to send guards to maintain order to prevent the blue-haired army gathered here from rioting on the spot.

"It seems this isn't just a matter of one or two mistakes, Lady Fulilian."

Philen looked at the bustling scene in front of him, which was like a rural fair, in silence, and turned to Fulilian.

"Humans are so abominable. Let's go and destroy them."

Fulilian turned her head to look at Feilun and said with a serious look on her face.

"Eh? What kind of Demon King declaration is this..."

Fierlen, who was frightened by Fulilian, couldn't help but complain.

"So what's all this drama about?"

Of course, Fulilian didn't lose her mind because of this. She sighed and turned to look at Ed who was smiling behind her.

"So Lady Fulilian doesn't know about the strange incident that occurred at the grave of Lord Xinmeier, my father, some time ago."

Ed raised his hand and honestly told Fleury the reason for the commotion.

"Is that the barrier?"

Fulilian turned her head and looked at the cemetery where Xinmeier was buried. As an excellent magician, she could naturally notice at a glance that there was a barrier covering the entire interior of the cemetery. This was also the reason why these guys who claimed to be the descendants of Xinmeier could only make trouble in the square outside the cemetery.

"About a few months ago, a mysterious magician set up a barrier here, sealing off the grave where my father rests. Furthermore, she sent someone to spread the word, claiming to be an old friend of the brave Xin Meier, and was sent by him to find someone worthy of inheriting my father's estate."

Ed explained to Fleury in a leisurely tone and with a smile.

"What exactly is the legacy of the brave Lord Sinmel?"

Philen raised his head and looked at Ed curiously and asked.

"That mysterious magician didn't say it explicitly, but she claimed it was a treasure she coveted. Furthermore, there's been a rumor circulating among the people that after my father slew the Demon King, he obtained a secret treasure from the Demon King's Castle that could rule the world, and he guarded it until he took it to his final resting place. Add to that the magician's actions in sealing the cemetery, and it's inevitable that this leads to a lot of speculation, isn't it?"

Ed reached out and touched Fearon's head, then continued explaining to the two of them.

"If such a thing really existed, the Demon King would have used it to rule the world long ago," Fulilian scoffed at the so-called secret treasure. As a witness to the defeat of the Demon King, no one knew better than her that Xinmeier could not possibly possess such an unrealistic thing. "You say you are Xinmeier's child, yet you can't even figure out such a thing?"

"Indeed, I never believed my father's inheritance could rule the world. However, I've told you, Lady Flillian, that I'm an antique dealer. Even if this inheritance can't rule the world, it might contain some priceless items or materials, like the dark dragon horn you once entrusted to my father for safekeeping, right?"

Facing Fleury's questioning of him, Ed did not feel guilty at all. He spread out his hands and frankly explained to Fleury the reason why he wanted to fight for the inheritance.

"You know so much..."

Fulilian turned her head away in displeasure. The matter of obtaining the horn of the dark dragon from the Demon King's Castle was indeed a secret known only to the few companions who had participated in the adventure.

"After all, that thing is placed in the cabinet at home, and it exudes an evil aura all the time~"

Ed closed his eyes with a hint of nostalgia.

"Tsk." Looking at the seemingly invulnerable Ed, Fulilian could only stomp her boots in frustration. "You'll be exposed sooner or later, just like that guy."

Ed followed Fleury's gaze and discovered that among the descendants of Sinmel fighting not far away, one of them had his blue wig used as camouflage accidentally pulled off, revealing his poor Mediterranean head underneath.

"Always waiting."

Ed didn't mind Fleury's suspicion and bowed politely to her.

In a high-end hotel in the royal capital.

Philen was a little timid as she lived in a luxury suite for the first time. She looked at the luxurious decoration around her curiously and carefully, then tried to sit on the feather-soft mattress, and then cast an envious look at Ed.

"I didn't expect you to be a wealthy man, Lord Ed."

"Hahaha, I just made a little money from a small business."

Ed touched the back of his head with his hand and gave Philen a simple smile.

"From what I know, there's nothing good about antique dealers. They rely on deception to buy low and sell high, and every penny they make is dirty. It's completely different from the rewards we earn by being down-to-earth and completing commissions from others. ~Philan."

Although Fulilian was seriously educating Philen, who was about to be corrupted by the evil capital, this did not affect her from swallowing the high-end desserts bought with dirty money that the waiter beside her brought her as she spoke.

"You are teaching me, Lady Fulilian, that compared to the great things you and my father have accomplished together, the little money I earn is nothing compared to what I have earned."

No matter how Frillian provoked him, Ed remained unmoved. Instead, he looked very terrified and offered his praises to Frillian.

Chapter 30 A Little Art of Communication

In the evening, when the guys who gathered in front of the tomb of the brave Xinmeier to fight for the right of inheritance dispersed noisily, Ed returned here again with Fulilian and Philen.

"Hey, no entering here."

As they approached the entrance to the cemetery, the heavily armored knight swung his halberd across the three men and shouted in a very rude tone at them as they tried to approach the barrier.

"I was Xin Meier's former companion."

Fulilian raised her head and said to the arrogant knight with some dissatisfaction.

"I'm still Xin Meier's father."

The knight sneered.

"..."

After being confronted, Fulilian turned around silently.

"Let's go, what a waste of time."

"Don't worry, Lady Flillian. I believe this knight will be willing to accommodate us." Ed grabbed Flillian's arm, who was trying to take advantage of the situation. "This just requires a little bit of communication skills."

"Oh, who are you to Xin Meier? I have to say this in advance. I am selfless and don't care whose face you are..."

Hey~

Ed flicked his sleeves lightly, and a shiny silver coin appeared in his palm like magic. In front of the Knight, Ed picked up the silver coin with two fingers, put it to his mouth and blew gently. The crisp sound showed that the silver coin was of excellent quality.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect you to be the brave man's companions. I was so rude just now. Please come in quickly, but don't stay too long, in case Lord Duncan finds you when he comes to inspect..."

After receiving the silver coins, the knight immediately changed his expression 180 degrees and politely made way for the three people.

"What will happen if I find out?"

An old but majestic voice suddenly sounded from behind them.

"Eh? Lord Duncan..."

The knight who had been smiling just now was now terrified as if he had seen a ghost, and he almost fell to his knees with fear.