Flillian, I want to live.

With a look of disgust, Philen kicked away Volame who was hugging him and begging for mercy.

"It's so ugly."

Philen looked at Volame, who was lying on the ground and dying, as if he was looking at garbage, and said coldly.

"Mistress Flillian must have brought her own ideas into Master Volame."

Phelan raised her wand and aimed it at Volame, who reached out to her for help.

"Lady Volame should be a more beautiful and noble being, you fake."

Along with the dazzling light, the magic power pouring out from the wand blasted the Volame on the ground and the phantom ghost hiding in the thick fog and manipulating illusions into pieces.

"It took a while."

Fulilian, who was leaning against a tree and yawning, looked at Philen who appeared from the gradually dissipating fog and said in a somewhat surprised tone.

"How long did it take Lady Fulilian?"

Philen put away the staff in his hand and looked at Fulilian who seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

"About two words."

Fulilian turned around and walked towards the cemetery at the end of the woods.

Chapter 39: Forgetfulness and Betrayal

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

Fulilian returned to the starting point again.

"Is this the grave of Lord Sinmeier?"

Philen walked to Fulilian's side, gently lifted the hair in front of her forehead with his hand, raised his head and looked forward.

In a garden that has been neglected and overgrown with weeds for a long time, a huge tombstone stands alone.

The stonemason carved Xin Meir's life achievements on the green stone tablet stroke by stroke, hoping that future generations would always remember the brave man's contribution to mankind. However, in just over 20 years, the green ivy that covered the stone tablet gradually covered up those deeds.

"Humans are truly a forgetful race..."

A black-haired girl with her hands behind her back slowly walked out from behind the tombstone. She was wearing a large sun hat on her head. The wide brim of the hat covered half of her face, leaving only a small mouth that seemed to be smiling.

"You mean it, Fleury?"

"..."

Fulilian looked at Guter who was slowly walking towards her and was silent for a moment.

"Um, who are you?"

Then, Fulilian tilted her head and asked Guter with a confused look on her face.

"Eh……"

Guter stood there in a daze, feeling a little embarrassed.

"do we know each other?"

Fulilian blinked in confusion and added in a very uncertain tone.

"You...are you also forgetful as we age? You old elf..."

Guter used his hands to prop up the brim of his hat that was blocking his face, revealing a somewhat angry face underneath, and complained loudly to Fulilian.

However, before Gutel could finish his words, a powerful magic cannon shot out from the staff in Fulilian's hand and hit Gutel's face accurately.

"I am a girl, Guter."

Fulilian said with a gloomy expression.

"It's just as despicable as always."

However, even though her head was blown off by the powerful magic, her body returned to its original state the next moment with Gutel's mocking voice.

"Even if I completely destroy the head, it still won't kill him? What a hassle..."

Fulilian did not care about Guter's ridicule. She had fought with Guter before and knew his abilities well, so she was not discouraged by the failure of her sneak attack.

"We need to prepare for a protracted war, Philen..."

Fulilian turned to give instructions to Philen.

However, when she saw Philen, she couldn't help but be stunned, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

"Phelan? You..."

Under Fulilian's gaze, Philen raised the staff in his hand, then turned and pointed the staff at himself.

"I'm sorry, Lady Fulilian..."

Philen said to Fulilian with a complicated expression.

"Humans are also a species that is good at betrayal, aren't they?~Flillian."

Gutel smiled triumphantly, then stretched out his hand in the direction of Fulilian. The next moment, Fulilian felt powerful magic bursting out from Gutel and Philen at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Fulilian subconsciously released defensive magic to both sides at the same time.

However, the expected attack did not come from the front.

Fulilian has a weakness that she never wants to tell anyone.

The moment she casts the spell, the magic detection will be disconnected for a moment.

Although this was a mistake only human apprentice magicians would make, Fulilian had never been good at it.

And it is this Achilles' heel-like weakness that seems particularly fatal at this moment.

One from above and one from below?

By the time Fulilian discovered the true flow of magic power, the best time to defend had been missed.

I haven't talked about the redirection of attack magic yet, Philen.

bump!

A huge amount of magic power exploded in the air, creating a dazzling scene like fireworks.

Attracted by the sound, Fulilian raised her head and looked at the magic exploding above her head.

The next moment, driven by Gutel's magic, countless blooming blue flowers broke out of the ground with Fulilian's feet as the center, from the inside out, turning the originally overgrown cemetery into a sea of ​​flowers full of Cangyue grass.

Pa~pa~pa~

Fearing a bit of embarrassment, he turned his face away, put away his staff, and began to beat a familiar rhythm with his hands.

"Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you↗Happy birthday to you↘"

Then, to the intermittent beat of Philen, Gutel, with a look of reluctance, hummed an off-tune birthday song, and swayed to the side of the speechless Frelian. He took out the wreath woven with Cangyue grass that he had been holding behind his back, and stood on tiptoe to put it on Frelian's head.

"Can we reconcile?"

Guter looked at Fulilian, who was half a head taller than him, and spoke like a child who was forced to do housework and waited for praise.

"What are you guys doing?"

Fulilian looked at Gutel, then looked at Philen beside her, and seemed a little unable to understand the current situation.

"Xin Meier asked me to do this..."

From Guter's mouth came a name that made Fulilian's heart beat faster.

"I put in a lot of effort to fulfill his wish, Fulilian. Even if I don't get any credit, I've worked hard."

Gutel closed his eyes and recalled the hardships he had gone through in Xinmei's hometown. Finally, one summer night, he accidentally discovered the Cangyue grass blooming on a hidden hillside.

Standing in the blue flower field, Gutel remembered what Xinmeier had once said to her.

"It is a very beautiful flower. If you find it, please go to my grave and let it bloom there."

"What's the point of doing that? Even if your feelings can be conveyed to that person, by that time, you'll already be..."

"So you still don't understand, Guter. For demons, life ends at the moment of death, but for humans with emotions, life ends the moment you are forgotten by everyone."

Fulilian put her hand on Gutel's head. She looked at the field of blue moon grass created by the other party. In a trance, she seemed to see Xinmei's figure. The other party was standing among the flowers, looking at her with a smile.

"It is indeed beautiful, Xinmeier."

Fulilian sighed. Until the end of his life, Xinmeier never forgot the promise he made to her.

"Did he say anything else to you?"

Fulilian opened her mouth and asked Gutel calmly.

"Yeah, oh yes, he also told me the flower language of the Cang Yue Grass."

Guter said as if he remembered something.

"Is that so? What is it?"

“It’s forgiveness.”

Guter replied with a smile.

"That's it..."

Fulilian raised her head and looked at Xinmei's tombstone.

"You, you must have done something bad behind my back, didn't you?"

Chapter 40: Shopping before traveling brings more joy than traveling

Twenty-seven years after the death of the brave Sinmeier.

The trading city of Barum.

"Are you three adventurers who traveled here?"

In front of the city gate, the number of guards seemed to have increased significantly compared to before. In the tent temporarily set up in front of the city gate, the guards looked at the application for entry submitted by Philen, then raised their heads and looked at the three girls in front of them with scrutiny.

"Ah."

Phelan nodded.

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem. By the way, among the three of you, is there any magician?"

After thinking for a moment, the guard stamped the application for entry into the city. When he returned the application to Philen, he seemed to remember something and suddenly asked Philen.

"Uh, well..."

When suddenly asked about his profession, Philen blinked, then turned around and looked at his two companions who were leaning against each other and yawning because they had to go into the city early in the morning.

"To be precise, the three of us should all be magicians."

Philen answered the guard honestly.

"Then you better be careful!"

After hearing Philen's answer, the guard showed a worried expression on his face.

"Um...what happened?"

Philen blinked and asked curiously.

"Recently, there have been a series of disappearances of magicians in the city, so the security here has become stricter. If you are a magician, you must be careful. Under no circumstances should you act alone..."

The guard gave Philen an earnest instruction.

"Then let's split up and replenish the supplies we'll need for our journey..."

On the town street, Flillian suggested with a sleepy look on her face.

"Agree!"

Guter raised his hands high above his head and responded excitedly.

"..." Feilun was silent for a moment, "Um, didn't you two listen to what the guard said just now?"

"I don't think a few little thieves can threaten me and Flillian," Gutel had heard the guards' warnings, but she was quite dismissive of the so-called missing magician case. "Or are you scared, Flillian? I really can't do anything about you. If you really don't dare to act alone, I can accompany you..."

"Then let it be settled, Phelan."