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

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(PS: Regarding the issue of demon reproduction, many people initially said that demons are infertile and that they just pop out of nowhere. At this point... we have to look back at the setting in the comics.)

Image: "Demon Family Situation", Location: "Images/1726384710-100409035-112127976.jpg"

The actual answer is... Although they don't have the habit of raising children, demon children are all born, but they spend most of their time alone after birth, and no one will raise them; Aura, who would take children back to raise, is an exception, and incidentally, in the novel supervised by the original manga author, Yamada Kaneto, they raised Rine.

(By the way, the original anime's plot basically ends here.)

The Burial of Frilian: The Officially Beginning Journey: Chapter Forty - Rabinhee Lifts Her Skirt Twice - Connecticut Caught in the Act? - Duncan's Wish

As Ash descended from the top of the tower, the orange glow of the setting sun bathed the entire city.

The area inside and outside the Magic Association was almost entirely covered in crimson, yet the scene was a mix of joy and sorrow.

For example, Connie, who was not elected, is now lying on Rabinha's lap, unusually obedient as Rabinha, who has a helpless expression on his face, pats his head.

"What are you looking at? You pre-selected guy, are you here to laugh at Connie now?" Rabinhee noticed his gaze and glared at him directly.

"...To be honest, I'm not used to it being like this without my hair in a ponytail."

"Connie and I don't fight every day!"

"...That being said, you don't have to be so prickly with me, I really will get hurt." He sat down next to Rabinhee with a frustrated expression, and casually touched her thigh, where Connie's head was lying on her side.

"How can things you're used to change so quickly?" Feeling a little embarrassed by what was said, Rabindranath turned his face away shyly and muttered unhappily to himself.

The haughty girl's shy demeanor was unexpectedly amusing, causing him to remove his hand from Connie's head and place it directly on Labinie's silver hair:

"Anyway, as an apology, let me touch my belly~ And... even if we don't apologize, as a celebration, I should at least thank you properly, right~?"

"...Go to hell!" "You...you pervert!"

Rabinhaen and Connie, who had rolled over and was lying on his lap, unexpectedly took turns speaking coldly to him.

"What? I was just talking about my stomach... Is this the legendary emotional abuse?" Ash shook his head in distress, but noticed that Connie's expression was colder than he had imagined.

This immediately reminded him of something, and he subconsciously cleared his throat, changing the subject: "Ahem, speaking of which, Rabine... your brother, he didn't go to the Empire again, did he?"

"...For now, no. I heard it was you who said that the elders in the family have forbidden them from leaving the kingdom, since we are now completely citizens of the kingdom."

"Really? You're such a good child, you've conveyed my thoughts so well~"

"Stop touching my hair! It's really unpleasant...really!"

Although that's what he said, Rabinh's protests were limited to words and glances; he didn't even remove his hand from Rabinh's head.

This made him feel a strange little excitement when facing such a girl who was all talk and no action.

But Connie's gaze, resting on Labinne's lap, was strangely piercing, forcing him to reach out and touch the orange hair with his other hand: "It's okay, Connie, there will be another chance in three years~ Just try harder next time."

“Rabinne isn’t here… I definitely can’t manage on my own…” Connie immediately became dejected upon hearing this.

"Don't say that. If it really doesn't work out... I'll try to find a way to get you in through connections."

Unable to bear seeing Connie's dejected look, he casually suggested, "Just let me touch your belly again later~ How about that? Pretty good deal, right?"

"This...this, I need to...think about it..." Connie was surprisingly troubled, which surprised him quite a bit: "It's so simple, why do I need to think about it??"

"Don't underestimate a young girl's feelings! Do you think everyone is like an old man like you?" Connie pouted and retorted unhappily.

These words made him shake his head helplessly. He then patted her exposed stomach and, just as the girl on the bench gasped and curled up in a ball, he gracefully got up and left.

Because... he now also noticed that Philon was not far away, staring intently at him.

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At the entrance of the Magic Association, Philon, who had been watching Ash intently from afar, observing his every move, immediately looked up angrily and demanded as he approached:

"Lord Ash! When did you, Connie, and Rabine become so close?"

"Okay?"

"...Just now, you touched Connie's stomach, didn't you? And even when you touched Labine's hair, she wasn't really angry..."

"I guess that's...personal charisma?" Ash smiled vaguely, trying to avoid this unhealthy topic.

“I admit, Lord Ash has that charm, but it probably won’t work on Rabinne and Connie, right?” Philon stared at him suspiciously, and before he could argue, she continued, “If it really did work, you wouldn’t have had such a bad relationship with them for so long.”

"...It's just a matter of lacking an opportunity; once that opportunity is there, these things will naturally not be a problem."

"Master Ash."

"...Speaking of which, have you decided what kind of magic you want? It's rare to get magic from Celie, so you should choose something worthwhile."

"...Of course."

Although he understood that he was changing the subject, Philon, who was particularly serious, still puffed out his cheeks and gave a rather unhappy reply.

Frillie, who had been chatting with someone on the side, also quickly walked over at this moment, and teased with a smile:

"Ash, I just heard that you mocked Celia~"

"Of course, I'm far better at judging people than she is!" He said this with a hint of pride, but Philon looked at him coldly.

"I won't say it in front of others, but haven't you been trying to push me onto someone else all along?"

"...Is that so?"

"Lord Ash, is there nothing you want to say to me?"

"...I'm very sorry, and I feel very apologetic." Faced with the girl's stern gaze, he finally couldn't evade the question again and was forced to bow his head and admit his mistake.

"...What else?"

"What else?"

"Hmm~"

Okay, although she apologized, she probably still had some other expectations, and once again turned into a sullen woman.

At this moment, Frilian naturally went elsewhere to avoid being involved in the incident, while he could only silently gaze at the setting sun in the distance, carrying his unspeakable distress.

But as he was gazing into the distance, he inexplicably noticed an unusual gaze. When he looked over instinctively, he suddenly felt a terrible headache.

Philon noticed his unusual behavior, but subconsciously looked over and couldn't find anything wrong. He asked in confusion, "...What's wrong, Lord Ash?"

"No...it's nothing."

He silently looked away, pretending that nothing had happened.

He then greeted each of the remaining mages present.

As agreed, he then invited Connie, Rabinhee, and Yubel to a big meal together.

In a way, this could also be considered a farewell dinner. The tavern tables were laden with delicious dishes, each with its own unique color, aroma, and flavor. People raised their glasses in celebration, toasting to the past and wishing each other well for the journey ahead.

Laughter and conversation mingled together, and in this rare harmonious atmosphere, the evening and night were spent reflecting on dinner, until the meal gradually came to an end and the noise slowly subsided.

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After dinner, when they got home, Frilian was rolling around on the living room carpet, clutching her round belly, while Philon was already packing her luggage.

Ash made an excuse to go for a walk and digest his food before leaving home, but as soon as he opened the courtyard gate, he saw Rabinha lingering outside his house.

The silver-haired girl under the dim light of the magic stone lamp seemed to be hesitating about something, causing him to pause and ask, slightly puzzled:

"What's wrong, Rabine? If you're here to visit Philen, why don't you just go in?"

"No, no! I'm here to see the old man!"

"I?"

“Yes…you!” In the deserted, quiet street, Rabinha took a deep breath before finally making up his mind to say:

"If it weren't for your help until the end, I would never have been able to become a first-level mage, so... I must thank you for your help."

"...So formal all of a sudden? It's a bit unlike you." He shook his head and chuckled, but also stepped forward with a hint of relief, gently stroking the silver strands of hair.

"Don't worry about it so much. If you really care, then treat me to a meal."

"I will invite you, but... um... there's also this... this!"

With her lips tightly pressed together and her fingertips trembling slightly from her inner struggle, the girl blushed deeply and gently lifted her skirt with both hands once she was sure no one was around.

And just like that, as if replicating the scene, her smooth belly was revealed, and... unlike last time, the fabric was pure white and alluring.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the girl seemed to be in a quiet world where only she and Ash existed.

Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow, softly ruffling the hair on her forehead, adding a touch of unintentional charm to her. Her entire face, illuminated by the light, appeared softer and more beautiful than usual.

Even so, that shyness and embarrassment still clung to her, making her face flushed.

However, compared to last time, the contempt was much less; instead, there was more shame. Even though it was the second time Ash had witnessed this scene, he was stunned for a long time.

"...Am I being treated like some kind of weirdo? Is this how you express your gratitude?"

"Anyway! You're a pervert! Do whatever you want! Just for today, I won't laugh at you..."

"No, no, no... I don't want to be called a pervert by some weirdo who lifts up my skirt to show my underwear."

"What...! You, you! You actually called me a pervert?!"

The girl, who had been struggling with shame and inner turmoil for a long time before finally lifting her skirt, froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.