Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 139 Someone Has to Do This

As time goes by, Lord and Celie's journey continues.

That day, when they reached the northern part of the continent, an area closest to the Demon King's City's sphere of influence, they met an old acquaintance.

The person who appeared had short green hair, simple leather armor, and a long sword hanging from his waist. When he saw Lord and Celie, his eyes were obviously a little surprised.

"Celie? And... Lord?"

The other party was Kraft.

"Kraft? I didn't expect to meet you here." Celie nodded slightly, also a little surprised.

The other party nodded and then fixed his eyes on Lord.

He had also heard about the other party's disappearance. He originally thought that the former godslayer had died, but he did not expect that he would appear in front of him again. For a moment, Kraft did not know how to speak.

Lord had no such concerns. He looked Kraft up and down and said, "Kraft, it's a pleasant surprise to meet you."

"Me too, Lord. How did you appear here? And why hasn't your face changed at all?"

During these thirty years, Kraft had seen Norn several times, and watched the young man grow old, which was the fate of all human beings.

And Lord in front of him is clearly also a human being, so why doesn't he show any signs of aging?
This made Kraft very confused.

"This story may take a very long time to explain, so let's talk about your story first. Why are you here?"

Since Lord had no intention of explaining, Kraft stopped asking and explained, "I was ordered by the Elf King to investigate this place."

"Investigation again?" Lord laughed and teased, "I remember you were investigating when we first met. Are you still investigating now? Could your real profession be a scout instead of a warrior?"

The muscles on Kraft's face twitched, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his face.

He did not make any excuses, but just curled his lips and said: "I thought this war was over, but I didn't expect the next war to come.

The demon king of the demon clan has already spread his minions in all directions, and the demon clan, which had suffered heavy losses, is also recovering its strength. We still have too little intelligence on them, and we only have warriors and scouts."

He patted the longsword at his waist and said, "As long as I can protect this peace, I will do anything."

The smile on Lord's face faded a little, and he keenly caught Kraft's determination.

Perhaps even without your interference and encouragement, the other party will still embark on that fateful path.

He took a few steps forward, his voice becoming serious: "Kraft, I remember you said before that you owed me a promise."

"Yes! As long as you need anything, Lord, I, Kraft, am always available to help."

"It just so happens that I have something I want to ask you for a favor."

"Please say."

Lord took a deep breath, looked directly into the eyes of the elven warrior, and slowly spoke: "It's about the demon king Asmodeus."

Kraft's body tensed up instantly, and even his hand on the sword at his waist clenched subconsciously.

"Kraft, I hope you won't spread what I'm going to say next," Lord continued, "The true identity of the demon king Asmodeus is Eric."

Lord's words were like a stone hitting the water, causing Kraft's eyes to widen instantly.

Eric!
He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly. No wonder Norn had been reluctant to tell him about Eric.

No wonder I haven't heard any news about the other party since fifteen years ago.

No wonder that demon king also suddenly appeared fifteen years ago.

Putting all these things together, plus the usual clues, Kraft had already started to have doubts.

But when Lord revealed this cruel truth so bluntly, the impact was still difficult for him to accept for a while.

"Eric...how could he..."

Kraft's voice was filled with disbelief.

How did the former hero become the devil today? And became the source of darkness! What happened in the process?
"During the decisive battle, he was corrupted by darkness, and gradually became corrupted and twisted, ultimately being pushed to that position." Lord narrated word by word. "He has been struggling in pain. The position of Demon King does not bring him power, but endless pain and torture."

Celia stood quietly by, watching the expressions of the two, and did not choose to interrupt.

Lord saw the confusion in Kraft's eyes and continued, "I hope you can walk the world in the name of killing the world and saving the devil, and then come to Eric."

"You want me to kill him?" Kraft said hesitantly.

Eric also has deep feelings for him, and he has contributed to the other party's transformation into a powerful warrior or magician.

If an elf with indifferent emotions were asked to kill the other person now, he might not care, but Kraft was not that kind of elf.

He is older than Bielie and has experienced more, so his emotions have long since transcended the scope of ordinary elves.

It is this shackle that makes him instinctively resist this matter.

"No! I will deliver the final blow, but in the eyes of the world, I am already a vanished legend, so this honor will fall to you."

Kraft raised his head and saw shock and confusion in Lord's eyes, but it eventually turned into relief.

He looked at Lord, his voice low, as if he had exhausted all his strength: "Lord, you fellow, are you going to be the one who goes into darkness to announce death?"

"Well, I'll let you take on this honor, Kraft."

"This is truly an incredibly cruel honor!" He let out a long breath. "But..." Kraft's voice became heavy and firm. "Someone has to do this. Watching him sink is even more unbearable than sending him off myself."

He raised his head, his eyes passing through Lord, as if looking towards the Demon King's city in the distant north.

"I understand! After all, I said before that I owed you a promise, and now I'll repay it, although this repayment method..."

He smiled and said nothing more.

Lord looked at the determination in Kraft's eyes and the promise on his lips, and said nothing more, but nodded heavily.

As he just said, someone has to do it.

Lord was unwilling to sacrifice the lives of his former companions for this honor, so he had to ask Kraft to take on the responsibility.

Little did they know that Kraft was unwilling to do so in his heart.

But in the end the elf warrior agreed.

(End of this chapter)