Flillian, I want to live.

Monica swallowed her saliva, looking forward to drinking a few mouthfuls of the hot porridge to warm herself up after it came out of the pot.

"Please don't worry, my hero."

As if she noticed the sound of Monica's saliva, Erica, who was sitting by the pot and stirring the hot porridge with a dagger, said to Monica seriously.

As the bishop's confidant, Erica received the order to take care of and protect the new hero Monica. Although Erica didn't know how this guy who almost fainted from nervousness at the ceremony of canonizing the hero looked like a hero, she still loyally accepted the bishop's task.

"That old guy didn't tell me this was the working condition when he hired me."

On Monica's left, a silver-haired girl who was reading the magic book in the firelight spoke in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Ah... Miss Doris..."

Monica looked nervously at the girl named Doris beside her. Unlike herself who was forced to take the job and Erica who was loyal and dedicated, this girl who joined the team as a magician was a second-level magician hired by the bishop with a large sum of money. However, Miss Doris was obviously not very satisfied with the current situation.

"Humph~"

Doris looked at Monica, snorted softly, then lowered her head and continued reading her magic book.

Although she was not very liked by the other party, Monica couldn't help but look at him again.

This wasn't because Monica had some kind of perverted nature, but simply because this silver-haired magician lady was very special.

On both sides of her cheeks, she has a pair of long, pointed ears.

This was the first time that Monica, who loves reading, saw an elf with her own eyes.

After all, in today's world, elves have become a race like rare animals.

The storm outside the tent was getting more and more violent, but fortunately, because Erica was well prepared, they should be able to survive the wind and snow under the sheltered cliff.

If nothing unexpected happens, after the wind and snow stop tomorrow, they can set out again and continue to search for the legendary Sword Town where the Sword of the Brave is sealed.

However, all this was disrupted by a guy who fell from the sky.

coax--

With a dull thud, Guter fell from the cliff and hit the center of the tent accurately, crushing the tent's support into pieces and knocking over the boiling iron pot.

"Eh?"

Monica, who had not expected to suffer such an unexpected disaster, was stunned for a moment when she saw the hot porridge coming towards her.

"Be careful."

At this critical moment, Erica, who was standing by the iron pot, rushed over screaming, pressed Monica to the ground, and caught the spilled hot porridge with her back.

“Ah la la~”

Miss Doris calmly used defensive magic to block the hot porridge in front of her, looking at the other two as if she was watching a show.

"Eh..."

After rolling around in the tent cloth for several weeks, Guter lifted the canvas and crawled out in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Hmm, why does the sight look a little weird?

Guter reached out and held his head, which was bent at ninety degrees.

With a snap, the broken neck returned to its normal position.

"You...who are you?"

Monica looked at Gutel, who was dragging the tent canvas and struggling to walk to her in the blizzard. She thought that he had fallen to his death and showed a look of horror.

"Just a more resistant adventurer."

Guter adjusted the sheepskin hat that was a little crooked on his head and answered seriously.

The tent was set up again, but it became a little more breathable due to the recent damage.

Erica gathered the dying firewood together again, turned over the white gauze in front of her, and lay down on the snow in a somewhat comical manner. She blew hard like a peasant woman cooking on an earthen stove, and struggled to rekindle the charcoal fire.

"Don't worry, Mistress Monica, I will help you solve all the problems."

After doing all this alone, Erica turned around with a tired look on her face. With charcoal ash on her face, she placed her hands on her chest and assured Monica in a comforting tone.

"Ok?"

Looking at this seemingly inconsistent team, a subtle expression appeared on Guter's face.

After a night of raging, the blizzard finally subsided.

Hopefully, as the sun shines back on the earth, the Xuvia Mountains will return to their former tranquility.

After a night of coma, Hugh Tark slowly regained consciousness.

What happened? Where am I now?

In Hugh Tark's consciousness, he seemed to be back in his mother's arms, his body felt warm and very comfortable.

Ah, it seems there was a snowstorm before.

Finally, Xu Turk woke up and opened his eyes.

Then, he saw that his head was resting on a broad and strong chest muscle, and the warmth just now came from this strong body that seemed almost impeccable to Xutark.

“Huh? What’s going on?!”

Hugh Turk raised his head in shock and looked at the guy who was leaning on him.

"Hey~ Are you awake?"

Sensing the movement in his arms, the demon uncle who had been sitting in the snow house all night grinned, revealing his sharp teeth, and smiled happily at Xutark.

"you……"

When he saw the face of the demon uncle, Xu Tark's expression instantly changed from shock to anger and hatred.

He would never forget the burning village that day, and the great demon smiling happily in front of his brother who told him to escape.

The great demon who was known as the Blood-stained God of War and was also unanimously called "Old Man" among the long-lived demons.

"Livalai!"

Hugh Tark roared, pushed the other person away, turned around and tried to pick up the battle axe placed aside.

However, as soon as he broke away from Livale, his legs felt weak. Not to mention picking up the battle axe to fight, he even lost his balance and fell onto Philen on the other side.

Chapter 108: As long as you postpone it long enough, it won’t count as postponement (Additional update)

"Lord Shytark?"

Feeling the weight on himself, Philen, who had been wrapped in a blanket all night, slowly opened his eyes.

"Phiren, Philen..."

Xutark fell on Philen and called out Philen's name tremblingly. His enemy, who had destroyed his village and killed his proudest brother, was right in front of him, but now Xutark was so weak that he couldn't even lift his battle axe.

The feeling of inferiority that had been forgotten for a long time once again surged into Xuturk's heart, making him want to slap himself a few times.

"Calm down, Master Hughtalk."

Philen stretched out her hand from the blanket, gently stroked Hugh Tark's head like a mother, and comforted him.

"Oh? You're quite calm, little girl. There aren't many magicians who wouldn't be frightened after knowing my name. It seems that Fulilian has taught you well."

Livale said as he buttoned up his military coat and stared at Philen who had just woken up.

"How do you know—"

When Xutalk heard the name of Frillian coming out of Livalai's mouth, he became uneasy again.

"I heard that a certain little fellow I spared became a disciple of the warrior Aize, and recently there was news that Aize's disciple defeated the Seventh Sage Aura together with Fulilian. If that's the case, then this little girl must be Fulilian's disciple."

Livale placed his hand on his chin and analyzed for Hugh Tark with a smile.

"Since you know our identities, why don't you take action, Lord Livale?"

Philen tilted his head and looked into Livale's bright red eyes.

"Didn't I tell you? I am a great demon with the reputation of being the God of War. I will never attack women or the weak."

Livale spread his hands and explained.

"That kind of talk might fool the simple-minded Lord Shuttark, but do you think I would believe it, Lord Livale?"

A disdainful smile appeared on Philen's face.

"Wow~ You're really smart, little girl."

Livalai put down his hands and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"Tell me, what exactly are you planning? Or, do you want me to help you with something?"

As if seeing through Livalai's thoughts, Philen asked directly.

"Eighty years ago, Fulilian broke the barrier of Bezer, one of the Seven Collapse Sages. Since you are Fulilian's disciple, you must possess the same superhuman talent as her. Therefore, I would like to ask you to break a barrier as well."

Since Philen had already revealed the truth, Livalai simply stopped beating around the bush and stated his true purpose.

"Barrier? Is this a defensive barrier for some city?"

Hearing Livale's request, Philen unconsciously glanced at Aura who was still hanging on her waist. When the barrier was mentioned, she naturally thought of the situation where she wanted to attack the Earldom of Gulanat but was troubled by Volame's defensive barrier.

"If that's the case, you wouldn't help me no matter what, would you?"

As a great demon who has lived for thousands of years, Livale has seen too many guys who sacrificed their lives for justice and practiced the way of the brave. Livale knew very well that Philen was one of them.

"then you?"

Instead, Philen was a little curious about what kind of barrier could give the blood-stained god of war a headache.

"I hope you can help me break the barrier set by the goddess to protect the sword of the brave."

Livale grinned, revealing his hound-like fangs, and said playfully.

"This is it."

Although last night's snowstorm had buried most of the dead tree that served as a signpost, Fulilian was still able to tell from its exposed branches that this was the place where she had parted with Philen yesterday.

"Well, it looks like your companion should still be alive."

Kraft, pulling a large bag of luggage in one hand, stood beside the snow cave that had just been opened, observing the space path where Philen and Shuttalk had taken refuge last night.

"He's gone..."

Fulilian walked to Kraft's side and looked at the empty snow cave. She couldn't help but frown.

Although it was much better than seeing two frozen corpses directly, there was still something very strange about it.

According to Philen's character, she would definitely choose to stay there and wait for herself for a while, but judging from the situation at the scene, she and Hugh Tark seemed to have left in a hurry after the snowstorm ended.

"Speaking of which, is that little warrior named Xiutalk you mentioned two meters tall?"

Just as Fulilian was thinking about the reason why Philen acted like this with some trouble, Kraft, who seemed to have noticed something, suddenly walked to the side and said while looking at the ground.

"Why do you say that?"

Fulilian raised her head and looked at Kraft.

"Come and take a look."

Kraft pointed to the footprints left on the snow.

Flillian walked over to Kraft.

The footprints on the ground were indeed left by two people. Fulilian could identify one of them as being left by the small cotton boots that Philen had been wearing these days.

But the other one was obviously not Hugh Turk's footprint.

After all, that footprint was much larger than that of the tall and strong monk Kraft, and it was obviously not the footprint of a young man like Xuttark.

"Hmm, this depth..."

Kraft squatted down and inserted his fingers into the footprints of the other person who left with Phelan.

"what happened?"

Fulilian looked at Kraft who seemed to be measuring something and asked curiously.

"Judging from how deep his feet were sinking into the snow, if this two-meter-tall guy wasn't a fat guy, he must be carrying something very heavy."

Kraft clapped his hands to get rid of the snowflakes stuck on them.

"It's Hugh Tark."