Flillian, I want to live.

Guter grabbed the pointed horns on Mars' head with his hands, and with a click, the two horns were removed along with the headband that fixed them.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts... Is there such a thing?"

Zain, who was badly knocked down by the magic that could "pull people out of the bottomless swamp", climbed up with the help of a nearby tree trunk, and looked at Mars with a somewhat surprised look as she waved her arms and tried to take back the demon headband she had made.

“Well, so what she said just now about me being a demon was also a lie,” Guter told the lie without blushing or beating his heart, while changing the subject to Zain himself, “Compared to those, your injury is not serious, right? There are still some guys in my team who know some medical skills, maybe they can help you find some herbs.”

"That's not necessary."

Zain stretched out his hand and placed it on the part that had just been injured.

Accompanied by a soft golden light, the muscles that were originally aching suddenly returned to normal.

"So you're a monk? No wonder you know Haita."

Only then did Guter realize that Zain, whose body was stained by the swamp mud, was actually wearing the same black monk's coat as Haita.

"That's all I have..."

Zain walked over to Marth, stretched out his hand, and patted the other person’s shoulder lightly.

"Eh?"

Although he originally just wanted to help Mars heal the injury he had just suffered from the fall, when Zain used magic to explore the other person's body, a solemn expression appeared on his face.

"what happened?"

Guter looked at Zain, whose expression changed, and asked in confusion.

"This child has several fatal diseases and curses hidden within her body. If they are not eliminated in time, she probably won't live long."

Zain looked at Mars, who had suddenly become quiet in front of him, and suddenly realized why she had been so calm about the ending of being swallowed by the swamp and dying.

"So let me tell you, Lord Guter, why not just let me be brought to the capital for trial along with the baron? I'm already beyond saving..."

Mars did not deny Zain’s judgment.

In order to control the plague and cultivate cursed monsters like the Chaos Flower, Mars' body has actually been on the verge of collapse.

"No, as long as we gather the necessary items and hold a special ceremony at the right time..."

However, Zain put his hand on his chin, and although he was a little embarrassed, he still said it thoughtfully in a firm tone.

"Are you sure?"

Guter looked at Zain and said.

"I can only say that it's a good thing you met me..."

Zain reached out and scratched the messy hair on Mars’ head, and said in a firm tone.

"So you've already solved the epidemic over there?"

After learning that Fulilian and the others had successfully helped the small town resolve the crisis brought about by the epidemic by isolating and making herbal medicine, Zain showed a somewhat distressed expression on his face.

"I heard there was a serious plague in that town over there, so I came out to collect herbs just in case."

Zain also explained to the others why he got lost in the forest and accidentally fell into the quagmire with Mars.

"Is that so? Speaking of which, could you please show me your prescription?"

Fulilian turned her head and asked Zain.

"Here."

Zain generously handed the handwritten prescription to Fulilian.

"Sure enough, it's exactly the same as what Haita wrote."

After looking Zain’s prescription up and down, Fulilian nodded affirmatively.

"Do you also know Lord Haita? What is your name?"

Hearing that Fulilian also mentioned Haita, Zain seemed to have thought of something and asked Fulilian in a tentative tone.

"This guy is the famous Fulilian~"

Gutel suddenly put his hand on Frillian's shoulder and spoke his name for Frillian first.

"Fulillian?"

Hearing the name of Flillian coming out of Guter’s mouth, Zain’s eyes, which were usually narrowed cynically, suddenly widened.

This is a name that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Zain remembered that Haita had mentioned this name to him countless times. However, after Haita left here and returned to the Middle Kingdom, Zain had not heard anyone mention Fulilian's name in the long ten years.

"Elf, short, flat... That's right, you are the great magician, Furlin, who defeated the Demon King together with Lord Haita and the brave Lord Sinmel, right?"

Zain nodded, and after confirming the characteristics of Fulilian that Haita had told him, he immediately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Is that what that bastard Haita said about me behind my back?"

Fulilian curled her lips helplessly.

"Well, even though you have a lot of complaints, Lord Haita still said a lot of good things about you, Fulilian."

Zain waved his hand and added to Fulilian with a smile.

"By the way, do we really want to waste time removing the curse from her just for this guy?"

In the team, Erica, who had always been suspicious of Mars's identity, glanced at Mars who had attempted to escape and spoke in a dissatisfied tone.

"That's right. Shouldn't we go to the magical city of Oisaster as soon as possible to find a solution to Miss Monica's problem?"

Doris glanced at Zain, who was covered in mud. As a brave warrior, the fact that Monica had demon blood could not be leaked casually.

"Is that so..." Fulilian blinked. After a brief thought, she made a decision, "Let's split up first."

"That's fine. See you in the Magic City then, Fulilian."

Erica nodded.

"Eh?"

Hugh Tark was stunned for a moment.

"Well, I wish you a safe journey~"

Seeing Gutel waving goodbye to the trio, Hugh Tark turned to look at Philen on the side and said softly:

"The separation was so abrupt... You didn't even try to persuade me to stay?"

"After all, they have their own things to do..."

Fulilian's ears moved, and she spoke after hearing the conversation between Xutalk and Feilun.

"After all, if I get too sentimental, it will be embarrassing to meet them next time~"

"What kind of answer is that?"

Xiu Turk said with a bitter face.

Chapter 145: As a monk, sincerity is enough

wow~

As winter turns to spring, the thawed river water, carrying the unmelted ice, surges through the narrow valley and rushes downstream.

"If you fall, you'll definitely die, right?"

On the wooden plank road that was only wide enough for one person to pass, Huetark, holding on tightly to the protrusions on the rock wall, mustered up the courage to look down at the abyss just inches away from his feet. If he lost his footing even slightly, he would fall from the cliff more than a hundred meters high into the turbulent river valley.

"Lord Xutark, are you still afraid of heights? You once climbed up a dragon-occupied beacon tower alone."

Philen, who was following behind Hugh Tark, looked at Hugh Tark whose legs were trembling a little and asked with some surprise.

"Things were different back then. Back then, I thought you were captured by Aura because of me..."

Xu Tark turned his head and explained the reason in a wronged tone.

If Hugh Turk were asked to climb again now, he would never be able to do it.

"What a shame, Xiutalk, how come you're not even as good as Philen?"

Gutel, who was behind Philen, poked his head out from beside Philen and looked at the acrophobic Xutark with contempt.

"Don't be so naive. Even if you magicians fall, you can immediately use magic to fly up, right?"

Xuttark pointed at several magicians walking at the back of the team. Because humans learned the magic of flying from the demons, it not only ended the era when monsters dominated the sky, but also made heights no longer a scary thing for magicians.

"Huh? But if it's only this high, a soldier shouldn't die if he jumps down, right?"

Fulilian turned around and looked at the valley below. After estimating the height, she asked a question with some confusion.

"He's definitely going to die, why are you looking so incredulous?"

Hugh Tark yelled frantically.

"It's really strange. Apparently, as long as it's a free fall, Aize will be unharmed no matter how high he falls from. It makes Face Haita feel disgusted."

Fulilian tilted her head. She vaguely remembered that Aize had fallen from a higher place before, but he just patted his butt and jumped around as if nothing had happened.

"I think if even Lord Haita is disgusted, then there must be something wrong with Lord Aize."

After hearing Fulilian's memories, Philen finally stood up and spoke for Hugh Tark, although her original intention was for Haita.

"Master, he is special..."

Hugh Tark muttered somewhat dejectedly.

"Yes, indeed. To be honest, I find it difficult to imagine Mr. Hatter being sick."

Zain, who was leading the way in front, turned around, put his hand on Xiutark’s shoulder, and said to him comfortingly.

"Does that wine-drinking monk really leave such a good impression on you?"

Fulilian looked at Zain. Although this monk was usually a bit cynical, he seemed particularly respectful when he mentioned Haita.

"In my memory, Lord Haita was a gentle and reliable old man... Unlike me, he was an ideal adult."

Zain raised his head, letting the strong wind blowing down the canyon brush against his cheeks, and spoke in a tone of admiration and shame.

"Really? Has Haita, too, become like a man?"

Fulilian held down her bangs that were blown by the wind with her hands.

"What are you talking about? Lord Haita is an elder who has lived for nearly a hundred years."

Philen said to the sighing Fulilian.

"Perhaps in the eyes of the elves, Haita is just a child, but human life is very short, and we will grow up in no time."

Gutel touched Philen's head and said.

"Is that so? Now that I think about it, it was Master Haita who first took me down this road."

Zain reached out, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and put it in his mouth.

"Can I borrow a light, Philen?"

Zain turned around and asked Philen for help.

“Smoking is not good, especially since you are a monk, Master Zain.”

Philen looked at Zain, who was a little frivolous, and said with a frown every day.

"Oh? Who taught you that?"

Zain raised his eyebrows and asked back with a smile.

"Of course, Master Haita."

Phelan replied angrily.

"Then you didn't ask about drinking?"

Fleury asked curiously.

"Huh? Lady Fulilian, don't you know? Wine is the best medicine of all and the secret to health preservation."

Philen's eyes moved to the side, and she mechanically repeated the twisted ideas that Haita had instilled in her.

"I see. But what if I told you that Lord Haita also smoked here?"

Zain didn’t refute Philen, but turned around and gave Philen a reason he couldn’t refuse.