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

From some unknown point in time, she was known as the magician closest to God.

However... she remained stagnant in the true realm of the gods for a thousand years.

It is precisely because of her stagnant strength that she spends a lot of time learning all kinds of magic and skills.

This also includes techniques she considers extremely impractical, such as concealing one's presence, and strange, legendary magic that is very convenient but cannot be used in combat, only for cleaning clothes and, at most, adding a floral scent.

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Whether Celia's words were true or not... there was no evidence, but this intuitive answer was enough for Frillie.

Because Celia's intuition was almost indistinguishable from magic, it was highly reliable. As soon as she learned that Ash was not dead, her regret and annoyance lessened considerably.

The heavy weight on her heart finally lifted, allowing her to finally sleep in peacefully as she left the ruins—after half a century.

However, she didn't know whether Ash had died of old age or what had happened.

No matter how time changed afterward, whether it was a hundred, two hundred, or even three hundred years, she never encountered that figure again.

Perhaps, after his master, he has quietly returned to that distant and unknown homeland, and peacefully completed his life's journey amidst the laughter and joy of his family and descendants.

...That must be true.

With a glimmer of hope in her heart, and an undeniable sadness and longing, Frillie couldn't help but pray like this.

The Burial of Frilian: From the Past Millennium to the Present: Chapter Thirty-One - The Strongest Human in the Future?

On the snow-covered plain we came from.

I don’t know if I’m remembering it wrong, but Ash, who has returned to this timeline, feels that the appearance of the snowfield seems to have changed quite a bit from the past.

Is it because the war is still ongoing? — He couldn't be sure at the moment.

But when he was deported, even though he had a general understanding of the situation, he was not overly panicked, but he was somewhat relieved.

According to Celia, he believes that before the goddess left, she set up something to prevent people from traveling through time... such as covering the entire planet with a huge barrier to prevent anyone from arbitrarily altering history.

The system created by the Demon King in the mythological era allowed him to temporarily break through this limitation by simulating divine miracles, but... he has still been sent back.

However, the changes around him made him suspicious that the repatriation time seemed a bit off.

[The system has detected increased lockdown measures. Returning to the past may trigger an alert and introduce unpredictable risks. Please be aware of and mitigate these risks.]

The rare system notification made him realize, before he could even understand what was happening, that his cheating had been banned and he could no longer use it.

This left him with some regret, and at the same time, he realized another problem...

"So, does that mean... Vlamé is dead now?"

He stood quietly atop the vast snowfield, the familiar yet distant snowscape before him. Thinking that he hadn't had a chance to express his gratitude, nor had he even had a proper conversation with Vlame about anything outside of magic, an indescribable sadness welled up in his heart.

"Life is indeed full of variables. It's true... eight or nine out of ten things don't go as planned, even though I'm no longer human." He murmured to himself, his final murmur tinged with self-mockery.

There was also a faint bitterness, like snowflakes gently swaying in the cold wind, eventually merging into the endless vastness like his figure, disappearing from the snowfield.

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Ash used to visit the town located beneath the snowfield from time to time, because it was the town he had built, but now it has completely changed its appearance.

Everything from the past is gone, and the familiar streets seem to have been renovated several times.

This made him realize that a very long time had probably passed since he set off.

But he was very lucky and found a biography of Vlamé in the bookstore.

The book, which was quite common in that era, still clearly recorded the story of Vorame, and briefly mentioned that she had an elven disciple and a human junior brother by her side.

"...History has indeed changed, but...even if we see it now, it will only add to our meaningless sadness."

The illustrations in the book showed Vlamé still looking as he did in his youth, but he only glanced at them a couple of times before sighing and casually putting the book back.

Of course, there is no image of Frilian or him in it... because they were not involved in the human transformation at all.

But from this latest edition of the book, he roughly understood that almost a thousand years had passed since that time.

The vast time span made him feel unreal, and even made him worry that Aura was already dead.

Although demons, like elves, have virtually no lifespan limit, demons have demon kings who instigate wars.

Although many demons disobey the Demon King, they can hide if they want, but if they can't hide and disobey orders, they will be killed.

Even if they manage to escape into the forest, they might still be discovered and hunted down by humans.

Therefore, demons who can live for hundreds of years are very rare, and before Aura's magic has matured, its effects are really limited... which really worries him.

Although she was a sister with ulterior motives, they were still people who grew up eating raw meat together... He couldn't help but worry.

"...But now, all we can do is pray that she survives."

After wandering around the city and learning about the level of magic in this era, he felt a mix of emotions.

Not to mention the magic of the Celeste myth era, even compared to the magic of Vorame a thousand years ago, the magic of this era still seems very backward, and even the technology from a thousand years ago has become a lost art.

To acquire the complete magic system one has always dreamed of, and one that is more advanced than that of this era... comes at the cost of losing even the only "family member" by one's side.

Not only that, but his first human friend, his adjutant Cathy, was even more... it was uncertain whether their descendants even existed.

It's even uncertain whether Frilian and Celia have been killed after all these years, since they are both magicians and could die at any moment.

Hundreds of years can bring far too many changes.

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The only old street I vaguely remember has been smoothed by the passage of time, with its uneven cobblestones flanked by low wooden houses. Occasionally, a few dim oil lamps flicker in the wind, casting dappled shadows.

Although the streets were not as bustling as they are today, they were still teeming with people. Vendors were still hawking their wares, while riders hurried by on their tall horses. Pedestrians were either chatting or hurrying on their way, each busy with their own affairs.

However, Ash seemed out of place in this vibrant, everyday scene.

Alone, he strolled along the ancient stone path, like a traveler from another world.

The surrounding noise and bustle were like distant and indistinct background noise to him.

The wind, carrying a chill, swept through the narrow streets, swirling up fallen leaves and dust, and seemed to take away some of the warmth in our hearts as well.

His gaze wandered among the pedestrians, but he couldn't find anyone to confide in.

Those faces, whether busy or leisurely, were all immersed in their own worlds, having no time to pay attention to this lonely traveler.

Until—a young man with long bangs and a beard, who looked inexplicably old, suddenly blocked his way.

On the bustling street, a young man with two long swords hanging at his waist stared intently at him, and after a long while, as if remembering something, he smiled.

"...I almost forgot, isn't this our first real meeting? Let me introduce myself first. I am Frank, the man who is about to become the strongest man in the world; to be honest, I have been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Ash, or rather—the future Demon King."

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(PS: Just a quick note, this is the strongest human in the South, the true strongest human in the original work. You might not recognize him if you only watch the anime.)

Also, there will be a slight delay tomorrow; both chapters should be updated around this time.

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Please keep the razor blades! After all, the lottery tickets won't disappear, but the drop rate is really... (

The Burial of Frilian: A Thousand Years From Now On: Chapter Thirty-Two - The Cooperation Between the Future Hero and the Future Demon King?

Just as he walked towards him, Ash could feel a strong sense of threat from the young man, Frank.

Even Frilian couldn't compare, and leaving aside Celia, it was probably only Vlamé, who was almost fifty when I left, who had the strength to fight him.

So young, yet so powerful? — He had just muttered this to himself when the other person smiled and said some strange things, even directly revealing his identity.

Is this... a plan to exorcise demons and uphold justice? Here? On the street?

Even though he felt he was no match for Ash, he did not despair.

Because he is not a pure magician, and his magic is very effective in both group battles and one-on-one combat, if a real fight breaks out... the opponent would probably have to be prepared to sacrifice the entire street and drag everyone nearby into hell.

Even if he went back to the past, his study time wouldn't have been very long, but... for the demon race, his growth was quite astonishing.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that the normal growth of magic power is accumulated over time, but that only applies to demons and elves; it is different for humans.

For example, the human in front of him is clearly a genius who is extremely rare among humans. If Aura were still alive and had cultivated for more than four hundred years, he probably wouldn't be able to control Frank, who is no more than thirty years old, through that special magic.

And he himself... is the same.

However, the reason why his appearance did not change and no flaws were discovered was not only due to Celie's guarantee, but also because of his speed of progress.

In terms of accumulating magic power, he is not like a demon or an elf, but more like a human, and a human with considerable talent.

But it's clear... his accumulation is still not enough.

At least when facing this young man who is even more talented than Vlamé, it would be difficult to escape the scene without resorting to evil tricks, and even if they did, they might not succeed.