Flillian, I want to live.

Charlie leaned back in his chair and said tiredly.

"Because he's not such a frank person."

Philen recalled the nervous look on Hugh Tark's face when he handed the letter to her. In fact, if she hadn't snatched the letter from Hugh Tark's hand, the guy would probably have gone back on his word.

"That's the Hugh Tark style, though. Then again, do you really have to kill that dragon?"

Charlie asked Fearon in a negotiating tone.

"What are you talking about? That's the dragon that ate several adventurers."

Philen blinked and looked at Charlie with an incredible look.

"That being said, that was simply the result of those adventurers ignoring advice and insisting on provoking others. In a sense, it was their own fault."

Charlie spread his hands and tried hard to defend the man-eating dragon.

"Do you really understand your position? As a knight of the kingdom, isn't it your duty to eradicate the monsters that harm people?"

Philen tilted her head. Whether judging from the evaluation of the villagers and Hugh Tark or her own intuition, Charlie was an upright person. However, when it came to the issue of the Red Mirror Dragon, he seemed to be standing against humans.

"Of course I know……"

Charlie replied helplessly.

"You should be well aware that Lord Shuttark is capable of defeating the Red Mirror Dragon, right? If so, why did you not only stop him from defeating the dragon, but also lie to us?"

Philen looked at Charlie, who was holding his forehead with his hand and looking distressed, in confusion.

"It is our duty as knights of the kingdom to eradicate monsters, so I have to protect the dragon. Philen, have you ever thought about the meaning of the hound's existence without prey?"

Charlie sighed and helplessly explained the reason behind this to Philen.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Although he was very confused about this before, after Charlie's guidance, Philen also realized the reason why the other party did this.

"When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; when the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden. Philen, it is precisely because of the Red Mirror Dragon that knights like me and Shuttark stationed here are valued by the kingdom. It is precisely because the dragon is a constant threat to the kingdom that a steady stream of funds is allocated to low-ranking knight orders like ours."

Charles stood up and walked to the window beside him, looking down from the tower at the knights who were training hard in the camp.

"This world is no longer the one plagued by the invasion of the Demon King's army. Ever since the hero Sinmeier defeated the Demon King, the demons and monsters that threaten the world have become increasingly rare, especially in the stable south and central regions. Most people have forgotten the terror of the demons and monsters. The world has changed, Philen."

Charlie said in an exclamatory tone.

"Do you feel safe now?"

Philen looked at Charlie standing at the window and asked, clenching his fists.

"Ok?"

Charlie turned his head and looked at Philen, who had a bit of anger on his face.

"In this world, many people have lost their homes and families due to the demons. In the north of the continent, the demons, having learned of Lord Xinmei's death, are making a comeback. The Demon King's death is not the end. Lord Charlie, if we do nothing, the tragedy will happen again one day. We need to help Lord Xinmei complete the unfinished work of his short life."

Philen waved his arms and spoke loudly to Charlie.

"To be honest, I'm a little jealous of you."

Charlie sighed and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Who among the children born on this continent hasn't grown up listening to the stories of the brave Sinmeier? Who hasn't dreamed of becoming a great hero like Sinmeier?"

Charlie lowered his head and looked at his big round belly. With his appearance, no one would associate him with a handsome being like the brave man, right?

"However, as I grew older and watched Shuttark grow stronger, I realized I didn't have the talent. Three years ago, I was so frightened in front of the dragon that I couldn't move. It was Shuttark standing behind me that scared the dragon away. The dragon hasn't dared to approach the village for three years because it was wary of Shuttark..."

Charlie spoke frankly to Phelan.

"You don't need to think so little of yourself, Lord Charlie."

Philen looked at the dejected Charlie and quickly spoke to comfort him.

"I'm not looking down on you, it's just the truth. I don't have the ability to fight dragons, nor can I become a great warrior like Xin Meier. Perhaps it's because of this that I've become materialistic and cunning under the pressure of reality, forgetting my original aspirations and ideals as a child."

Charlie shook his head. He didn't need Philon's pity or comfort because he knew it was time for him to make a decision.

"Hugh Tark is a man who should accomplish greater things. Neither I nor Red Mirror Dragon should become a stumbling block to him, so..."

Before Charlie could finish his words, the door of the room was suddenly slammed open by someone.

"Brother! Brother! I..."

It was a panicked Hugh Tark who rushed into the room.

"Don't worry, what happened? Tell me slowly."

Seeing Hugh Turk, who was so nervous that he didn't know what to do, Charlie hurriedly walked up to him, held his shoulders, and comforted him.

"Lord Xutark, are you going to regret this?"

Seeing that Charlie, who was almost convinced, was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of Hugh Tark, Philen glanced at Hugh Tark with some anger.

"What's the point of regretting it? It's Master, something happened to my Master!"

Hugh Tark glared at Philen angrily, then shook his arms and told the reason why he was so flustered.

"Eh……"

Having wrongly accused Hugh Tark, Philen covered his mouth with his hand.

Chapter 70 What's wrong with waiting at home for Lao Deng to drop gold coins?

Twenty-eight years after Sinmel's death.

The Brayde region of the Central Kingdoms.

"I've already said that. It's just that little postman making a fuss."

In a simple wooden house in the forest, Aize, who was lying on the bed, was impatiently accepting the inspection of the monks brought by Fulilian from a nearby town.

Although he said this, the arms he held on his waist and the sweat running down the gaps in his helmet made him look a little embarrassed.

"Yes Yes."

Fulilian, who was sitting by the window, supported her chin with her hand, smiled and nodded at her stubborn old friend, responding to him as if she was coaxing a grumpy child.

hum~

As the holy light was released from the monk's hands, Aize on the bed breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just a common sprain."

After finishing the treatment, the monk moved his hand away from Aize's waist, turned his head and spoke to Fulilian who was waiting on the side.

"Is that so?"

Fulilian breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, even so, we should be vigilant. After all, Mr. Aize is now an elderly man and should take care of his health. Moreover, he has so many old injuries that even the goddess' magic cannot heal. It is really hard to imagine what kind of monster he was fighting back then."

Looking at Aize who looked indifferent, Mr. Monk couldn't help but shook his head and gave instructions to Fulilian in a serious tone.

"Is there anything I should be aware of?"

Fulilian glanced at Aize's arms, which were much thinner than when they first traveled together, and turned to ask the monk.

"First of all, he can't do any more strenuous activities. This time, he tried to threaten the postman with an axe, and ended up spraining his back... Besides that, Mr. Aize's diet is too unhealthy. An old man of his age can't live alone without someone to keep him company... Also, next time, don't grab me and fly me up to the sky to treat people when you have a disagreement. I'm afraid of heights..."

The monk crossed his arms and spoke to the helpless Fulilian in a scolding tone.

"I understand. Thank you."

Fulilian bent down and bowed to the monk in front of her.

"Well, then, I'll take my leave."

Mr. Monk looked at Fulilian, who looked a little aggrieved, and shook his head helplessly.

"that……"

Aize, who had been silent all this time, suddenly called out to the monk who was turning around and about to leave.

"Anything else, Mr. Aize?"

Mr. Monk turned his head and asked.

"Please don't tell those young people outside what I just said to Fulilian. Just say I'm fine... Please."

Aize stared into Mr. Monk's eyes and spoke in a pleading voice.

"Asking a monk to lie is really asking too much..." Mr. Monk showed an embarrassment on his face. However, when he looked at Aize who had been staring at him, he still tapped his forehead with his hand and compromised with the former savior hero, "Okay, this won't happen again."

After the monk pushed the door open and left, Fulilian sat back on the stool beside the bed. She looked at Aize who turned around and stared at her, and reached out to hold his wrist with exposed veins.

"It seems that when you said you couldn't swing the axe, you weren't running away to deal with me."

Fulilian looked at the only surviving companion of the original four-member team with a sad face.

"Don't make that expression, Fulilian. Didn't I tell you that people can actually live a long time after aging?"

Aize said to Fulilian in a comforting tone.

"That's right."

Fulilian let go of her hand and picked up the grapes placed aside.

Accompanied by the light of magic, the grapes returned to Fulilian's hands after floating in the air for a short time.

"Come on, have a taste."

With a sly smile, Fulilian picked a grape and put it into Aize's mouth.

"very sour."

As the grape juice burst in his mouth, an expression of surprise appeared on Aize's face.

"It's the magic that makes grapes sour~"

Fulilian's face showed an expectant expression of waiting for praise from her parents after doing housework.

"You really have so much free time, Fulilian."

Aize replied with a smile.

"Eh?"

Fulilian muttered somewhat disappointedly.

"Compared to these..."

After the greetings, Aize supported himself with his hands and sat up from the bed.

"Ok?"

Fulilian raised her eyebrows and looked at the serious Aize.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

Aize looked at Fulilian and said.

At the same time, in the living room outside the bedroom, Hugh Tark, who had seen off Mr. Monk, had just closed the door and walked to the dining table.

"He said that the master is fine..."

Hugh Tark looked at the closed door of the bedroom and spoke to Gutel and Philen who were sitting at the table.

"Is that so? Excellent, Master Hugh Tark."

Feeling guilty and wanting to make amends, Fearon quickly replied.

"He's lying."

However, it was Hugh Tark's gloomy face that responded to Philen.

"Don't be so suspicious, Shutark. He's a monk who believes in the Goddess, not a heartless demon like me. He won't lie to you."

Seeing the depressing atmosphere at the scene, Guter hurriedly spoke out to persuade them.

"That's why I could tell he was lying the moment he started. That monk is a complete liar. I'm afraid Master is forcing him to keep it secret from me."

However, Hugh Turk guessed the real situation behind it with confidence.

"Uh……"

Seeing Hugh Turk's determined look, Guter didn't know what to say.