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

Even though the person is a cold and aloof individual, in reality... regardless of personality, chatting with someone who can see the future always feels strange.

This is especially true when the other party doesn't intend to hide the fact that they have seen the future and experienced similar conversations in the future.

Facing these two people who knew the future, he always felt as if his life had been arranged by his powerful and influential parents... which was very strange.

But he was very clear about the reasons why these two people chose him. If life were to go smoothly, he wouldn't have any complaints.

No... there are actually a few things I want to complain about.

For example, if someone else is reborn, they're probably already having a harem by their teens, while you, after decades of hard work cultivating, are either fighting or cultivating.

Since her rebirth, the people around her are either strange little girls (Aura), aunties, super-old elves, or uncles.

The closest possible female characters are the concubines in the emperor's harem nearly a thousand years ago... but those were already married women. There really wasn't a single decent young girl among them!

Thinking about this made him want to beat his chest in frustration, but Shurahat merely glanced at him and walked ahead on his own.

"Stop thinking about strange things and let's go."

"Oh, no? You know what I'm thinking?"

"I don't know, but I know you better than you do. It must be something trivial."

"...Where are we going?"

"The training grounds you used to frequent, I taught you murder magic, and defensive magic that was further improved from defensive magic several decades later, six hundred years later... Of course, these all belong to the demon race, and only we can use them perfectly."

Shurahat made no attempt to hide anything and directly revealed the murderous magic he wanted to teach: the murderous magic of the corrupt sage Guval of the Great Demon Clan.

It was very simple, efficient and practical, so it was later cracked and imitated by humans, and finally improved by humans, becoming a common attack magic.

Of course, the structure of humans and demons dictates that this magic is stronger when used by demons. There is a fundamental difference between human "normal attack magic" and the "killing magic" used by demons... There is no particular reason, it is just due to the difference in their bodies.

However, these problems did not exist for Ash, and Shurahat had only one requirement for him—not to teach it to anyone.

As for the reason, perhaps he was worried about the future being disrupted, or perhaps he had some other concerns. Ash wasn't quite sure, but he didn't care too much and agreed.

And so, the days that followed began a new routine, no different from the past.

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

Ash himself wasn't quite sure when he started living the life of an ascetic.

Compared to Frank, Shurahart seemed more aloof, but his teaching was quite serious.

But aside from teaching him magic, they barely exchanged any words, and the two never even ate together, because Shurahart, who always wore a mask, would find a secluded place to eat by himself.

"...Are all demons like this? It feels...so strange." Aside from Aura, whom he had raised himself, this was his first real interaction with a demon, and he couldn't understand what was going on with this guy.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ash planned his route in advance and arrived at the agreed place—Laniel Forest—at the appointed time.

But shortly after arriving at his destination, Shurahat, who had followed him all the way, disappeared without a trace... until the very end, without leaving any words of farewell.

"...This guy, isn't he being a bit too cold?"

Although the other person was very cold, they had been together for three years, so he still felt a little regretful about breaking up like this.

However... he was only disappointed for a moment before stepping into the forest without much hope, even preparing to see the old man... when an unexpectedly familiar figure came into his view.

A little elf girl, wearing a gray cloak, a simple white dress, and with long silver hair, was half-squatting on the ground with a lazy expression, picking something from the bushes.

But when it noticed his gaze, the elf instinctively turned its head to look, and after seeing who it was, it froze on the spot as if it had seen a ghost.

The Buried Frilian: A Thousand Years Later: Chapter Thirty-Six - A Touching Reunion That Doesn't Move Me

No matter how Ash looked at it, the guy picking wild vegetables in the bushes opposite him was clearly his old friend and niece whom he thought he would never see again—Frilian.

The reunion after a thousand years, and the incredibly interesting expression on the other person's face when they looked over—all of this made him unconsciously smile knowingly.

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As his senior apprentice, he felt he had to be tolerant of the possibly tearful Frillie, and opened his arms in preparation for welcoming this silver-haired elf loli to rush over and stage a touching reunion with him. However... the reality was "somewhat" different from his imagination.

"It's been so long, Frilian. You're still so small and cute. I really..." He had just opened his arms when Frilian, who was squatting on the ground opposite him, also stood up, but then slowly raised her hand: "—Hellfire."

A crimson lotus bloomed instantly in the silver-haired loli's palm and swept towards him like a tsunami.

The surrounding grass and trees were engulfed by the heat wave and burned fiercely before they could even be touched. Ash's stunned figure, still with his arms outstretched, was also swallowed up by the raging flames in the next instant.

only.....

Bang——! !

An invisible repulsive force erupted with a powerful impact, instantly dispelling all the approaching flames.

".....What are you doing?" Ash, who was completely unharmed, stood still in the same spot, maintaining his previous posture without wavering, but the smile on his face had become somewhat stiff.

But Frillie's expression also turned serious:

"...Can the Phantom Ghost now actually withstand the hellfire? And it can even mimic the abilities of an imaginary person?"

"Phantom Ghost??" The strange words left him somewhat dumbfounded: "Are you serious or doing this on purpose? Those kinds of monsters that only create illusions have no fighting power at all! You would have destroyed them in one hit normally, why are you acting like you want to..."

"Is this how it should normally be, that is... a psychological attack?"

"It really is me!"

"Shut up, how could a human live that long?"

Frilian simply couldn't believe that the person in front of her was an old friend from a thousand years ago.

After all, this is simply too contrary to common sense.

"Is it possible that I accidentally stumbled into a strange trap and woke up to find myself here now?"

"...Are you trying to say that you're frozen, or stuck in some kind of stagnation?"

"—This is it!"

"Are you lying to me?"

Without thinking, he slammed his fist into his palm and nodded vigorously in agreement, but Frillie narrowed her eyes, and the magic in her hand gathered again.

This was completely different from the heartwarming reunion he had imagined, driving Ash almost crazy: "Why?! Can you trust me for even a little bit?"

"....evidence."

"Suddenly I... Ah, Emperor's Wine is really hard to drink? This is something only a few of us should know."

"The hallucinations that appear in psychological attacks are essentially using one's own memory to say things that I don't know."

"No... what are you doing??" Looking at the girl who was on high alert, he was completely dumbfounded: "Are you serious? What's the point of me telling you things you don't know yourself? If I told you that when you were bitten by the mimic, I was the one who spanked you, would you believe me or not??"

"—Go to hell."

The girl's voice suddenly became colder than ever before.

The tranquil forest once again burst forth with an unusual light.

Boom! ! !

With a loud bang, the air throughout the forest vibrated.

In the blink of an eye, a massive cloud of smoke, from the overwhelming saturation of magical attacks, covered half of the forest.

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

A magical bombardment, resembling a war, suddenly erupted in the forest, immediately putting the fortress at the foot of the mountain into a state of emergency.

However... as the smoke and dust gradually dissipated with the breeze.

The earth was ravaged beyond recognition, right before the two of them. Yet Ash remained standing there, not even a speck of clothing on his clothes. His expression, however, was as strange and indescribable as Frilian's when they first met.

"...What are you doing, Frilian? You'd be dead if it weren't for me!"

"You're not dead, are you?" Frilian seemed unusually indifferent, her gaze as if asking: Why are you alright even after all this?

This gave him a strange stomachache: "I might get hurt!"

“There’s a church at the foot of the mountain; the priest can heal you right away.” Frillie casually pointed to the fortress at the foot of the mountain, which had evolved from a village over a thousand years, and still looked at it with an almost disdainful expression:

"Ultimately, I'm attacking the surrounding area more? Normally, you should be able to defend against it, at most you'll be covered in dust... or rather, it's better if you can't defend against it."

"Wait a minute... You already know I'm me, right?!"

"Ah."

Faced with his accusations, Frillian simply nodded expressionlessly.

"And then they attacked again?"

"Is there a problem?" the girl asked calmly, turning her head slightly, leaving him speechless: "You... I..."

He opened his mouth to scold her, but he didn't know where to start, so he put one hand to his forehead and started to worry to himself.

It was at this moment that Freya finally revealed a slight smile:

"But I'm still quite happy to see you again... to be honest."