What if you are reborn as a demon after a funeral?

“That’s because wheat can be used to make wine, so she focused on it… By the way, you’re really ruthless.” Not only was she dumbfounded, but Frilian was also genuinely impressed with him: “I remember that was wine from six hundred years ago? I heard she treasured it very much? And you just drank it like that.”

"Even so, it still doesn't taste good at all."

"...She's already being kind by not fighting you, why would she care about whether it tastes good? Behave yourself, at least now I can teach you the secret to our elves' longevity."

As she spoke, she lay back down and covered herself with the blanket again, turning her back to him. She casually remarked, "It's just a bit more leisurely. Someone as anxious as you won't live to be several hundred years old."

"...Even a normal human couldn't live that long, could they?" Ash grabbed her blanket and tried to pull it off, but Frillie held on tightly, unwilling to let go.

"That's not necessarily true. Humans are always in a hurry, which is why they generally don't live past one hundred."

"What nonsense are you spouting? People like you will only waste their lives."

"How will you know your limits if you don't try?" Frilline argued vehemently, seemingly hoping he would experiment for 100 years, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

"Don't you think it's a bit tragic to pay the price with your entire life?"

"But don't you think it's even worse to live a life of complete ignorance?"

"do not think so!"

"What's the big deal about wasting a hundred years?"

"...I'm getting off topic. Get up quickly, don't waste your life."

"You're the one who should probably let go, shouldn't you?"

.......

That night, Ash and Frillie argued and fought over the blankets, and the final result was...

The next day, Frilian didn't wake up until noon. She didn't even know when she had rolled onto the floor wrapped in a blanket.

Ash, on the other hand, took her pillow and slept soundly in her bed, having taken over her sleeping space... even though he was missing a blanket.

Millie, who had been wondering why the village was so quiet today, came over and her expression turned strange when she saw this scene.

But then, adhering to the principle of "better to avoid trouble than to get involved," Millie, not wanting to get involved in the chaotic relationship between the two, simply closed the door again, as if nothing had happened.

.........................

Although life was uneventful, there were still some minor ups and downs.

At least for the village elves, Ash stirred up quite a few waves in their otherwise peaceful lives.

He would pull almost every elf aside whenever he had time to discuss matters of magic.

Occasionally, Ash would lie under a tree in the village, quietly reading, studying, and practicing the magic book he had gotten from Celie.

After completing their daily magic training, Millie and Frillie leisurely sat not far away, observing the "humans" who had unknowingly been in the village for two years.

"Millie, look at him, he's so busy every day, I feel like he won't live past a hundred."

"What are you talking about, Frilian? Humans usually die in the blink of an eye, don't they?"

"Seeing such busy humans, does Millie, who is always doing nothing and just spacing out, feel anything?"

"...Feelings?" Millie, still holding a wine glass, lowered her head to think for a moment before turning to look at her friend beside her: "Frilian has started calling me Millie lately too. Before, she always called me Millie Alde?"

"Is that so?" The unexpected situation caused Frillie to unconsciously show a surprised expression.

Millie simply smiled and nodded, watching Ash's figure with an interested expression: "Such an interesting human... is truly rare."

"...Let's not worry about it too much. Humans can die if they're not careful."

"That's true."

Millie nodded knowingly and didn't pay too much attention to Ash's situation... She continued to enjoy her wine and chat with Frillie as usual.

On that very night, while everyone else was fast asleep, Ash was the only one still in the stone house, continuing his relentless practice.

As dark clouds obscured the moonlight, darkness silently enveloped the once peaceful and serene elven village... For some unknown reason, the village became exceptionally quiet tonight, even the calls of birds and beasts vanished without a trace, leaving only a sense of dread.

In the utter silence, only the cold candlelight cast its glow, which only amplified the unusual stillness and profoundness, sending a chill down one's spine.

...And in this deathly silence, the lush, dense forest on the edge of the village quietly became the stage for another scene.

The dappled moonlight filtered through the treetops, illuminating a group of mysterious figures draped in long robes.

They were like ghosts in the night, their bodies tightly wrapped in robes of various colors, and their heads were clearly different from humans, with all kinds of horns, just like the legendary demons.

The Burial of Frilian: A Thousand Years From Now On: Chapter Twenty - Who Is It Aimed At?

Pairs of eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, peered into the village from the shadows. These uninvited guests seemed to be waiting for the moment when everyone was asleep, so they could make their move.

However, Ash, who had been staying up all night, also noticed the unusual atmosphere tonight, which made him subconsciously walk out of his room and... bang! kick Frillie's door.

The door, which had been neglected for years, or rather, had been left in a dilapidated state by him, collapsed straight down with a single step, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"—What is it now!" Frillie, startled, sat bolt upright on the bed, glaring at him fiercely.

"I tried my best tonight, didn't I? Why did they still tear my door down?"

"Now is not the time to talk about that."

"No! I won't let you off the hook until you explain yourself!"

"There is danger; it's probably an enemy attack."

"Enemy attack? At this time? Here??"

The words he had never heard in all these years in the village made Frilian wonder if he had been on the battlefield for too long and was too stressed... just like those veterans on the battlefield, always suspicious of everything.

Of course, there is no such thing as "post-traumatic stress disorder" in this world. Just as there was "no" such a disease in ancient times, it just means that it was never diagnosed, not that it did not exist.

But having read about similar cases in books, Frillie couldn't help but cast a sympathetic look at him: "...How about I give you a sleeping spell?"

"You... never mind, come out with me."

"Huh? Wait a minute...!"

Before Frillie could refuse, Ash, who had given up on explaining, grabbed her ankle and forcibly dragged her off the bed.

He skillfully carried her upside down and walked outside on his own.

Ash had done this at least five times in the past two years. Although this was the first time he had been carried out of the room, Frillie was still completely numb.

Despite Millie's repeated insistence, while covering her skirt, she gradually began to cast a disapproving glance upwards at her: "...Is this what they call being a pervert?"

"I have no interest in children."

"Am I an elder?"

"I'm not interested in old ladies either."

"Grandma...this is the second time already."

When Frilian, who hadn't paid much attention before, heard this word, her expression seemed to subtly change, as if she had made a mental note of his words.

But Ash didn't even look at her, instead surveying his surroundings: "Quiet down, listen carefully, do you notice anything amiss?"

"...You're the most suspicious person in this village, aren't you? Put me down right now, what time do you think it is?" Still with her head on the ground, Frilian scanned her surroundings but didn't find anything wrong, and even angrily raised her leg to kick his wrist.

This made him release his grip decisively, causing Frillie's head to fall to the ground with a "thud!" She immediately cried out in pain, clutching her head.

"—It hurts so much...! You really dared to do this! I'm already... Waaah??"

"Quiet."

Before Frillie could finish complaining, he reached into her mouth and shoved his hand in, instantly catching her off guard.

In her daze, she forgot the pain and just stared blankly at the bastard who had stuck his finger in her mouth.

But it was at this moment, when neither of them made a sound, that she finally noticed that the surroundings were much quieter than usual.

.......................

In this village nestled in the forest, the absence of insects and birdsong at night is an extremely rare occurrence for Frilian.

So even though she grew up in this peaceful village far from any conflict, she finally sensed something was wrong. She immediately pulled his finger out of her mouth and cautiously looked around: "What happened?"

"I don't know, there must be enemies lying in ambush nearby."

"...Are they here to arrest you?"

"Me??" Suddenly being blamed, he pointed at himself in confusion.

Frillian asked expressionlessly, "You're not a defector general?"

"That's true, but if they want to capture me, it's 500 years too early."

"What do you mean 500 years too early?"

"Compared to this, do you have any clues? This should be a problem for you guys, right?"

"...Absolutely not."

Having stayed in the village without ever leaving, Frillie couldn't fathom what reason the village could have been attacked, especially since it hadn't suffered any other attacks in all these years.