Flillian, I want to live.

"Do you hate Hugh Tark?"

Gutel seemed to have noticed something and asked Philen with a smile.

"Eh? Annoying?" Hearing Guter's question, Fieren was stunned for a moment. "Not really. Lord Shuttark is an outstanding knight, and the villagers respect him very much. If he has any problems, it's because you, Lord Guter, taught him a lot of strange knowledge before."

"If that's the case, then go and ask Hugh Tark why he said that."

Guter reached out and touched Fearon's head.

"Uh……"

Although Guter stretched out his arms, but...

Out of reach...

Should I stand up? Wouldn't that be awkward?

Just as Guter's brain was thinking quickly, Philen bent down and put his head under Guter's palm.

"I understand, Master Guter."

Phelan said with a smile.

"You've grown up, Philen."

Gutel looked at the purple-haired girl in front of him. Not long ago, she was still a little girl that could be held in his arms, but now she could hold him in his arms.

Time flies so fast.

For the first time, Guterre, who had a long life, had a wish that time would go slower.

"Ah, right."

Gutel shook his head and put aside the strange thoughts in his mind.

"What's wrong, Master Guter?"

Philen blinked and looked at Gutel, who seemed to have suddenly remembered something.

"It's about the Red Mirror Dragon..."

As soon as Gutel said the three words "Red Mirror Dragon", he felt Philen's body tremble and his eyes were full of resistance.

"Ah, it seems they've realized that with just the three of us magicians, there's no way we can deal with that guy. So, whether it's to destroy the Red Mirror Dragon or to have a better trip in the future, it's time for us to find a front-line member for the team."

Gutel explained to her while comforting Fearon with his hands.

"That's true, Master Guter."

When it came to serious matters, Fearon also stood up, nodded, and agreed with Gutel.

"What do you think of that guy Hugh Turk?"

Guter turned his head to glance at the drunk Hugh Tark lying on the ground, and told Fearon his thoughts.

"Lord Shytark?"

Fieren also looked at Hugh Tark, who was lying on the ground drooling, along with Gutel.

"Can this guy really be a reliable front row?"

A look of disgust appeared on Philen's face.

"No matter what, he is also my younger brother and a disciple of Tactical Aize. No one knows his strength better than me."

Guter replied, stroking his chin.

The next morning.

"Ugh..."

Hugh Tark opened his eyes in pain.

"My head hurts... What happened yesterday?"

Suffering from a hangover, Hugh Tark held his head with his hands and tried hard to recall what happened at yesterday's banquet.

In my memory, I seemed to have had a drinking contest with that old elf woman out of spite, and then...

I can't remember it at all.

"Lord Xiutalk, breakfast is ready."

A somewhat familiar voice came from Xiutark's ears.

"Ah... I see... I'm here now!?"

Hugh Tark, who was subconsciously answering, suddenly shuddered.

Wait, isn't this my home? Why is there a girl's voice?

The original drunkenness was swept away, and Xu Turk lifted up his quilt.

By the way, did I change into this pajamas yesterday?

Shouldn't it, shouldn't it, shouldn't it...

Hugh Turk turned his head stiffly like a robot.

I hope at least it's not the type I can't handle...

Holding on to his last hope, Philen saw Philen standing beside his bed with a spatula.

Okay, it's over.

"I will take responsibility..."

Hugh Turk lowered his head in despair.

"..."

Philen's eyes rolled up and his face darkened instantly.

Such a self-indulgent guy.

It’s still annoying after all.

Chapter 67 I smell a lie

Boom——

Along with the loud noise of rockfall, under the sharp edge of the giant axe swung by the young man, a neat gap was opened on the towering rock wall, extending into the depths of the rock wall like a crack in the sky.

"These marks are caused by your practice, Master Xiutalk."

The strong wind caused by the slash passed by Philen, blowing the hair on both sides of the girl's cheeks. Philen raised his head, looked at the neatly cut rock wall, and said with emotion.

"Well, after all, this is the skill my master left me, I can't just let it go to waste."

Xutark lowered his head and looked at the giant axe he got from Aize, and said with a complicated expression.

"Just as Lord Guter said, you are indeed a powerful warrior. You must have defeated the Red Mirror Dragon that attacked the village, right?"

Philen said as he looked at Hugh Tark standing in the shadow of the rock wall.

"Huh? You mean the dragon in the canyon? How could that be possible? I don't have that kind of power. The dragon was repelled by my big brother, Boss Charlie."

Xutark turned around and looked at Philen with an incredulous look as he took credit for repelling the dragon.

About three years ago.

"Roar--"

Above the wreckage of the houses, a giant red dragon with its wings spread out was roaring at the desperate villagers.

Faced with the giant beast that was demolishing houses like chopping melons and vegetables, the villagers put down their weapons for self-defense.

That kind of creature is simply not something humans can fight against.

Everyone present had the same thought.

However, at this desperate moment, a man stepped forward and stood before the dragon.

He was wearing armor that was as round as an onion, with one hand pressed on the hilt of his sword, ready to strike. He maintained this posture and confronted the evil dragon in front of him without giving an inch.

After a long time, the evil dragon flapped its wings and left the village.

Because of his achievement in repelling the dragon, Charles was rewarded by the lord and became the commander of the knights stationed in the village.

Ever since Charles's Knights settled here, the Red Mirror Dragon from the other side of the canyon has never dared to invade this village again.

"Not only Master Shuttark, but everyone in the village says the same thing."

After spending the whole morning practicing with Shuttlek, Philen was combing the hair of Fulilian, who had just woken up, while telling her the information she had obtained from Shuttlek.

"Yawn~ Is that so? Then let's just go and ask that guy named Charlie for help."

Fulilian put her hand to her mouth and yawned. It was already noon but she still looked sleepy as she spoke slowly.

"You mean, you want us to help you defeat the Red Mirror Dragon?"

In the camp where the Knights were stationed, Charlie showed an embarrassment when he heard Fulilian's request.

"If I can hold that dragon back for thirty seconds, I'll be able to destroy it."

Fulilian promised Charlie confidently.

"I'm sorry, even though you said that, the mission our Knights have received now is not to destroy it, but only to monitor it and, on that basis, to protect the safety of the village and its residents."

Charlie turned his back, shook his head, and said in a regretful tone.

"Wouldn't it be more effective to eliminate it once and for all?"

Fulilian asked, somewhat confused.

"That being said, it's a dragon."

Charlie gently stroked the hilt of his sword with his hand and deliberately emphasized the tone of his voice.

"I heard from Hugh Tark that you guys fought that dragon before without permission. But, because of that, you should also know that fighting a dragon is not just playing house."

Charlie slowly turned his head and glanced at Philen, who was following behind Fulilian and whose face changed slightly because of the memory of being chased by a dragon.

"That's true."

Fulilian couldn't deny what Charlie said.

"So, Lady Fulilian, this is the only request I cannot agree to no matter what. As a leader, I cannot allow my subordinates to take risks so easily."

Charlie leaned down and replied apologetically.

"..."

After Charlie said this, Fulilian had no way to force him.

"There's nothing I can do. I can only continue playing hide-and-seek with the dragon, Philen..."

After coming out of the camp, Fulilian said to Philen in a helpless tone.

"Hey?"

Although Fulilian said it lightly, Philen was very clear about the character of his elf master.

Fulilian was not joking. Given her unyielding character, it was entirely possible that she would fight a war of attrition with the dragon here for several years.

"don't want……"

Philen hugged the big tree by the roadside with her arms and refused to move no matter how hard Fulilian pulled her.

Philen never wanted to experience the feeling of licking blood from a dragon's mouth again.

"You two, what are you doing..."

The two guys who were holding the tree and pulling it were bumped into by Gutel who was passing by with Hugh Tark.

"Lord Gutel!"

After seeing Guter, Philen immediately ran to him like a young wife who had suffered grievances and returned to her parents' home to cry and complain. She bent down and whispered something in Guter's ear.

"Uh... I understand the general situation."

After listening to Philen's explanation, Gutel nodded and roughly understood the reason.

"Do you have any other good ideas?"

Fulilian looked at Philen who was hiding behind Gutel and shrugged helplessly.