I don't want to be a heroic spirit

The female demon tilted her head and suddenly spoke.

"Over two hundred years ago, a mysterious magician suddenly appeared in the Demon King's Castle, destroyed a third of the city with a single blow, severely injured two of the Seven Collapse Sages, killed several demon generals, and even injured the Demon King before escaping—[Wan Jian]."

"People of this era should have long forgotten that person, right? But I won't. After all, I was there. It's really hard to forget after witnessing such a moving and magnificent scene... Since you are an elf, you must have lived from that era to the present day, right?"

"My fighting style is a poor imitation of that person. To express my infinite admiration for her, I have spent a lot of energy on this magic."

After hearing what the other party said, Jian felt calm inside.

"You guys really like to lie."

"Hmm? No, I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart. I truly admire the person who can even hurt the Demon King. I dream of meeting him..."

"I'm tired of listening to your nonsense."

That's right, it's bullshit.

The demons are emotionless monsters that only know how to blindly imitate humans. Even tigers, sparrows, and sheep can have emotions and have family relationships... but the demons do not.

Pity, longing, disgust, love... they don't have any of the emotions that humans have.

Their behavior is an imitation of humans, and their words are a deception of humans. In Jian's opinion, they are worthless. Talking to them is a complete waste of time and words.

And now, it's obvious that Jian doesn't intend to waste time anymore.

"Okay, then as you wish, I'll let you see it for yourself."

"Offer your enlightenment, and what descends from it is the rain of endlessness, the blade of atonement, and only the sinless may pass through it."

A shudder descended from the top of my head.

Demons do not have emotions like humans, but they instinctively fear death. In other words, demons will do anything to survive.

The reason why the Demon King can rule the demons is because he is absolutely powerful. In order to avoid being killed by him, all demons must obey his rule. The reason why the [omniscient] Shulahad can command the Seven Collapse Sages is because he is more powerful than the Seven Collapse Sages.

In a sense, this female demon wasn't lying just now... She really cared deeply about the Ten Thousand Swords, and valued the powerful force that could even injure the Demon King... Although I don't know if this can be considered admiration.

So, now she opened her eyes wide, her heartbeat was more intense than ever, and there was a strange light in her eyes.

"Ah ah ah..."

The exact same scene as in the Demon King's Castle was reproduced at this moment.

The mirror-like lake replaced the sky, but the female demon knew that this unparalleled beauty would bring destruction and death.

Unable to utter a sound, the female demon raised her arms as if to embrace the enchanting, godlike figure in the lake.

"Is this what humans call being moved?"

No one could answer her question.

In addition to this female demon, her two companions also noticed the situation here.

The huge water mirror that seemed to reflect everything on this land, and the uncontrollable fear of impending death, made Livale and [Miracle] Graosam's faces change drastically.

As great demons who had lived for at least hundreds of years, they understood what the water mirror was the moment they saw it, even though they were not in the Demon King's Castle at the time and therefore did not see it with their own eyes.

Graosam wanted to kill Xinmeier and others, and even more wanted to get the information about the future in Fulilian's mind, but Haita had been completely resisting with a protective shield, making it impossible for him to do anything.

Originally, Haita should be the one who was anxious, because the protective shield could not last long, but when the water mirror appeared in the sky, it was Graosam's turn to be anxious.

The azure lake water enveloped Ash's body, while Ash's chanting voice echoed in the sky.

"An ideal country, an ideal king, gathered in the city of chalk, are the incorruptible and peerless knights, and the birds weave a stirring fantasy!"

"Water Mirror - Maximum Expansion! [Holy Sword: Traces of a Distant Dream]!"

In the blue lake, water drops fall like heavy rain.

As the raindrops fell, they transformed into silver swords shining with holy light.

There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, it's like a divine judgment from heaven.

Silver swords poured down like a rainstorm, shining like a galaxy.

Then, these holy swords burst out with dazzling divine light, turning into a beam of light that shot up into the sky, covering the stars in the sky and rendering the night sky a dazzling silver-white.

……

When Fulilian and the others woke up, they saw Ash treating Haita's injuries.

"woke up?"

Jian smiled at Fulilian and Xin Meier and asked gently, "How are you? Did you have a good dream?"

"……certainly."

After clearly understanding the current situation, Xin Meier smiled happily and said, "I had a very nice dream."

"is it?"

Jian nodded with satisfaction, "That's great! It's worth all my hard work this time."

"Where are the enemies?"

Xin Meir looked at the mess around him and asked Xiang Jian this.

In response to this question, Ash shrugged. "One died, two escaped. Livale escaped with only one arm left. As for [Miracle] Graosam... I didn't expect that guy to still have that kind of trick up his sleeve. Although seriously injured, he managed to save his life. Isn't it worthy of being one of the Seven Sages of the Collapse?"

"I'm afraid we'll meet again in the future. We can only wait until then to get rid of them."

Afterwards, Ash and the others arrived at the monument of the goddess.

Looking at the intact monument of the goddess, Fulilian knew that as long as she placed her hand on it and recited the spell in her mind, she could return to the era that belonged to her.

Back to that time... when Xinmeier was already dead.

They have put in so much effort to return to the original era.

But at this moment when she was just one step away from success, Fulilian hesitated.

Turning back, Fulilian took in those familiar figures.

She felt that she should say something at this time.

Otherwise... maybe there will never be another chance.

At Xinmei's funeral, when she saw Xinmei, who had become an old man, lying in the coffin filled with flowers, Fulilian realized this for the first time.

The second time... was on the day Haita died.

This is the third time today.

However, there were so many things she wanted to say...that her mind went blank.

Thank them for always tolerating my willfulness...

Thank them for being willing to travel with me...

Thank you for teaching me so much...

Thank them...

Of course, it's not just gratitude... there's also cherishment, regret, grievance... and so much more...

"Flillian."

Xin Meier spoke up.

It's like a spring breeze blowing across your face, gently wiping away the tears that haven't fallen from the corners of your eyes yet... so gentle that it makes you want to cry.

What exactly should I do, what kind of emotion should I have... to be able to have such a gentle smile.

Like the rays of sunlight shining through the gaps between leaves, like the cool stream flowing through your fingers in the hot summer.

“When you say goodbye, just say ‘goodbye’.”

"But……"

Hearing this, Fulilian instinctively wanted to refute something.

By that time, you and Haita were no longer around...

"A heavy, tearful farewell doesn't suit us, Flillian... After doing that, neither you nor we will be able to travel as easily as before."

Xin Meier lowered his eyelids slightly, his eyes as clear as the clear sky making it hard to look away. "Besides, as long as we keep traveling, there will always be a day when we meet again... Isn't it because of this belief that you set out on this journey again?"

The gentle and touching voice made Fulilian slightly stunned. Then, she tilted her head and wiped the corner of her eyes. When she looked up again, her eyes were watery and her face bloomed with a beautiful smile that could make the sun in the sky pale in comparison.

"Yeah... you're right."

After saying goodbye to each other, Fulilian chanted the spell to go back.

As a beam of light shot straight into the sky, the distortion of time and space was corrected.

The lost elves were sent back to the correct time and space.

……

"……here it is?"

It was like having a super long dream, but also like just being in a daze for a short while.

After coming to her senses, Fulilian began to observe her surroundings.

Broken stone tablets and barren land.

"Looks like we've returned to the future..."

"Lady Fulilian, what are you thinking about?"

Fulilian tilted her head slightly and looked at Feilun with a puzzled look on her face, "Am I in a daze?"

"Ah."

Phelan nodded.

"How long have I been in a daze?"

Fleury asked another question.

Philen was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Fulilian suddenly asked this, and could not help but said subconsciously: "What are you talking about?"

Therefore, Fulilian concluded that only a short while had passed on her side.

'Have I really gone back in time?'

Fulilian began to doubt this, and a sense of unreality enveloped her whole body.

However, when she saw the new inscriptions on the stone tablet and reached out to touch it, her doubts were completely dispelled.

"No, I must have returned to the past... The magical power of the stone tablet has completely disappeared. It's as if it has completed its mission. Now the stone tablet here is just a wreck."

Seeing that Fulilian was inexplicably dazed again, Philen and Shuttalk exchanged glances.

Hugh Turk suggested: "If we are going to stay here for a while, let's make camping preparations first."

Phelan nodded, "Yeah."

"No, no need."

The two looked at Fulilian, and then saw the faint smile of satisfaction on Fulilian's face.

"I've finished my investigation, go back."

Looking at Fulilian who stood up with her knees supported, Feilun asked in disbelief, "Is this the end?"

From the perspective of Fieren and Hugh Tark, Flillian simply placed her hand on the stone tablet.

Traveling through time and space, going back to the past eighty years ago...it would be hard to believe even if you told people about it, right?

"Well, I've gained something."

"...That's it."

Phelan finally accepted it.

However, Xu Turk became dissatisfied.

"Could it be that we wandered in the forest for three days and three nights just for that short moment?"

Passing by the two people, Fulilian just left a faint sentence "Go back to the checkpoint" and left without looking back.

As if he was used to it, Feilun said to Xiu Tark: "Forget it, Master Xiu Tark, isn't Master Fulilian always so casual?"

This sentence is inexplicably convincing.

As he embarked on the journey back home, Hugh Turk burst into tears.