Flillian, I want to live.

Ster could still remember the expression on Celie's face as she left him there with severe burns, shaking her head and preparing to leave.

It was a wry smile with a hint of nostalgia.

So there really are such foolish magicians?

At the end of his life, Ster looked at Gutel, whose head had fallen off but whose body was still standing in the flames.

Sally Aicheng never deceived me.

call--

The huge fire on the dock burned for a long time before it was extinguished.

If Zanze had not revealed his identity as a first-level magician to the knights who had heard the news, there would probably have been quite a commotion.

Finally, when the flames died down, only two charred bodies were left on the dock.

Zanze walked up to the headless corpse, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head reverently.

"Go to hell soon..."

“Who wants to go to hell?!”

The next moment, the crispy Gutel returned to its original state.

"As expected, she's quite stubborn."

Zanze looked at Gutel who was standing on the burnt ground as if nothing had happened, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hehe~"

Guter rubbed his nose with his fingers with some pride.

"I'm not praising you..."

Speechless, Zanze turned his head while speaking, looking towards the now turbulent sea.

"what happened?"

Gutel looked at Zanze, who seemed to have discovered something unusual, and asked her.

"Two magical powers have been detected."

Zanze said with a frown. Judging from her serious expression, the person who came didn't seem to be simple.

"Did this guy call for reinforcements?"

Gutel glanced at Ster's remains on the ground, which were gradually turned into dust by the sea breeze, and asked nervously.

"do not know……"

Zanze looked at the dark sky and answered honestly.

"However, if they are members of the Magic Killer Group, most of them keep a low profile. Guys like Sturt who like to kill innocent people and show off are actually a minority."

Zanze went on to add that in her opinion, if it was the enemy's reinforcements, the other party seemed a little too high-profile.

"Ah, can't it be..."

After hearing Zanze's explanation, Gutel slapped his head as if he remembered something, and then stretched his hand over his head.

Biu~

A fireball flew into the air from Guter's fingertips, and then exploded brilliantly high in the air.

The flames from the explosion also illuminated the originally dark sky.

Although it was only a moment, Gutel saw clearly the flying magician that Zanze mentioned.

It was a purple-haired girl who was flying against the sea breeze, holding a staff in one hand and a humanoid object that looked like a corpse in the other. She looked very strenuous.

"I thought I was going to die at sea."

With sweat all over his forehead, Philen threw Fulilian, who was still in a dead state and still under the effects of the anesthetic, to the ground, and looked at Gutel who was waiting for her at the dock with a look of panic.

"Well, you really dare to fly alone in the ocean in this weather."

Is it true that a newborn calf is fearless? Even a great demon like Gutel is nothing compared to the power of nature. In such a pitch-black night, even near the sea, few magicians dare to fly. If they lose their way or encounter a strong wind, the outcome is likely to be a near-death experience.

"The wind direction tonight doesn't allow the ship to return. The rescued people on board have decided to go to the next port first and then return by land. That will probably take a week. I'm afraid you'll be worried, Master Gutel, or... you'll run away and be unable to contact me..."

Philen lowered her head and explained to Gutel in a somewhat depressed tone that if she were given another chance, she would definitely not fly back here regardless of Fulilian's objection.

"Well, I'm glad you're back~"

Gutel shrugged his shoulders. At this point, there was nothing to blame Philen for.

"In fact, I almost got lost, but luckily when I was getting confused, I saw a fire on the harbor side."

Philen recalled with some fear that she almost took Fulilian to fly into the depths of the sea. Fortunately, she saw the fire rising straight into the sky and was guided to fly in the right direction.

Chapter 51 When you accidentally open the refrigerator when you get up at night

By the time Gutel and Ferien, who was carrying Flillian, returned to the hotel, it was already midnight.

"Um...Mom..."

"I already said I'm not a mother anymore..."

Philen helplessly put Fulilian, who was dreaming, on the bed, and then sat down on the ground like a deflated ball.

so tired.

Philen leaned against Fulilian's bed, stretched out his hand with a dazed look, and placed it on his chest.

Go change your clothes first, then help Lady Fulilian change into her pajamas, and then...

"call……"

While thinking about this, Philen pinched the buttons on his chest with his fingers, tilted his head, and fell asleep with his head resting on his shoulder.

"what!"

After the computer automatically shut down for a while, Philen suddenly woke up.

How did I fall asleep here? Even if I wanted to sleep, I should at least go to bed...

With such obsession, Philen slowly got up from the ground. She turned her head and saw Gutel standing by the cabinet, doing something sneaky.

"Lord Guter?"

Philen opened his mouth and subconsciously called out Gutel's name.

"Eh?"

Startled, Gutel turned around and looked at Philen with horror.

And Philen immediately understood that Guter was doing something bad in secret.

After all, the chicken leg in her mouth was emitting an enticing aroma.

"If you want to eat, please ask me to come with you, Master Guter."

Philen said with some complaints, she reached out and touched her soft belly. In fact, she had not had a drop of water since the three of them separated in the city at noon.

"Uh, didn't I see you sleeping soundly? Um, what do you want to eat?"

Guter looked a little guilty, and while covering the cupboard with his body, he spoke in a perfunctory tone.

"Hmm?" Philen saw at a glance that Guter seemed to be up to something. "Master Guter, what can we eat in the inn? Come to think of it, the ingredients I asked Master Guter to buy don't seem to include roast chicken, right?"

"Ah, this, this is..."

Guter looked at the chicken leg in his hand, then looked at Philen who seemed angry, and became a little flustered for a moment.

"Master Guter, you didn't buy something you shouldn't have behind my back, did you?"

And Philen had no intention of being polite to Guter. She walked up angrily, pushed away Guter who was trying to stop her, and opened the cabinet in the room completely.

The huge cupboard was now filled with all kinds of delicious food. If they were taken out, they would probably fill up a whole table. If that were all, it would be fine. On top of the cupboard, there was even a huge cream cake. Judging from the exquisite workmanship, it was obviously bought at a high price.

"Um... well, I was planning to have a party or something when you guys came back. When you were at Haita's place, didn't you always say that that old fool always forgot your birthday or something?"

Guter rubbed his hands and explained to Philen awkwardly, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Come to think of it, today seems to be my birthday..."

Philen looked at the food piled in the cupboard and said belatedly.

"To be precise, it should be yesterday. After all, it should be past midnight now."

Guter raised a finger and added in a somewhat rude manner.

"It seems I can't blame Master Haita. After all, even I forgot about my birthday."

Philen didn't pay attention to Gutel's low EQ tips, but instead touched his chest and said.

"After all, I don't understand why humans like to celebrate their birthdays. For short-lived species like you, doesn't every birthday mean one step closer to death?"

Gutel tilted her head. From her perspective, she didn't quite understand why humans valued birthdays. Although she had lived for a thousand years, she had never celebrated her own birthday. After all, the demons had no sense of family, and parents rarely raised their own children. Therefore, most demons didn't even know when their birthdays were.

"Really? But this is also a kind of proof, proving that I have survived another year in this world. After all, one day, I might be eaten by the demons."

Fearon glanced at the confused Guter, and for once showed his sense of humor, telling a hell of a joke.

"Yeah, it seems so."

Guter blinked and nodded in agreement.

"Come to think of it, it's my birthday, but Master Gutter seems to have bought all his favorite foods..."

On the other side, Philen, who was looking at the food in the cupboard, also found something special.

"Uh... that's not it, I just thought about it subconsciously..."

Guter waved his hands in front of his chest, trying hard to find a more reasonable excuse for himself.

"Thank you."

However, Philen was not as angry as Guter imagined. Instead, he lowered his head and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Eh?"

"You can remember my birthday and do this for me, Master Guter. You have changed too."

Philen said to Guter with a smile.

"changed……"

Guter repeated dully.

"But let's be clear, today's meal will be paid for from Master Gutter's private funds."

Philen took the cake out of the cupboard and brought it to the round table by the window.

"Ugh...okay."

Guter, who thought he could get away with it and get his travel expenses reimbursed along with the purchased supplies, let out a cry of heartache.

"Lord Gutel, you really want to celebrate my birthday, and you're not just doing this to find an excuse to eat and drink."

Sitting by the window, Philen looked at the pained Gutel with a "kind" smile on his face.

"Dang, dang, of course!"

Guter replied with a slight stammer.

"is it?"

Philen's eyes became sharp!

"Of course! Oh, that's right!"

In order to clear himself of the grievances, Gutel quickly turned around and rummaged through the supplies piled in the corner. He then took out the gift that had been wrapped by the owner of the weapons shop and handed it to Philen.

"Um, this, in your human terms, is called, uh, yes, a birthday present," Gutel nervously handed the wooden box tied with a purple bow to Philen. "I don't know if you like it, but I think it suits you very well."

Philen's pupils suddenly dilated. She reached out to take the wooden box, then looked at Gutel with gratitude.

"Thank you very much, I love it."

Phelan said.

"Well, you haven't opened it yet?"

"...The gift from Master Guter must be something strange, so it's better not to open it now. However, no matter what Master Guter gave me, I will be very happy."