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

This is so troublesome. Should I just punch this guy? — Looking at Ash, who was worried about his head, Frillie was about to be gentle with him, but now her fist was hardening again.

But she quickly let out a long sigh, barely suppressing her displeasure, and forced a smile: "Speaking of which, how did you know I was here?"

"...Suddenly changing the subject?"

"You don't really want me to punch you, do you?"

"How could that be..." It wasn't that he necessarily wanted to get punched, he just felt that he could take a punch.

But if it's to get beaten up just for the sake of getting beaten up, that's really not right. So he subconsciously shook his head repeatedly, and under Frillie's curious gaze, hesitated and said:

"You might not believe it, but I didn't even know you were here before I came."

"No... I believe it."

It's impossible no matter how I look at it. Maybe she's trying to hide how long she's been looking for me? Sigh, this person has this side to her sometimes—Frilian's eyes softened inexplicably.

"...Really?"

"Of course, aren't you my martial uncle?"

"Uh, this is the first time I've heard you call me 'Uncle-Master,' but please don't do that, it makes me feel uncomfortable..."

"Alright, alright, what do you want to eat? It's my treat."

"Whatever you eat, I'll eat too..."

.........

A thousand years have passed. Even the most stubborn elves will change. So, has even Frilian become gentler?

With this guess in mind and a touch of melancholy at the passing of time, Ash followed the silver-haired elf, intending to continue to freeload here for a while longer.

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

Compared to Ash, who had been living a life of luxury while following two overpowered characters, Frillie seemed to be a complete ascetic.

Behind this mountain, she lived in a small wooden house that she had built herself.

The wooden house's frame is constructed from sturdy logs, its surface covered with mottled moss and the marks of time.

The interior walls are also quite primitive, basically retaining the original appearance of the wood. Upon entering the wooden house, a fresh scent with a hint of wood fragrance wafts over you.

Although the interior space is not spacious, it is arranged in an orderly manner, and every piece of furniture exudes simplicity and practicality.

On the wooden table, cut and polished from a single log, are candles and a number of books. Not far away, on a wooden dining table, are several earthenware bowls and plates, which contain wild fruits freshly picked from the forest.

In the corner was a wooden bed covered with soft animal hides, and in the wooden cabinet beside the bed were a few simple clothes and basic daily necessities.

"You're clearly very capable, so why do you live such a... primitive life?" While looking around the room, Ash casually picked up a grape-like wild fruit from the table and popped it into his mouth. The moment he bit into it, his whole face scrunched up: "--So sour! So disgusting!"

"That needs to be eaten with other wild fruits. Besides, I'm not interested in money."

"...But it's always good to live a better life, right?"

"Speaking of which, you're human, shouldn't you be married by now? Let me see your child, though."

Frillie squatted by the stove, lighting a fire, but also looked at him expectantly.

"...Although I'd love to have a child with you, the only normal young girl I've ever met is the emperor's concubine. Married women, no matter what..."

"So you really did climb in on purpose back then?"

"No, that's a misunderstanding!" Ash felt he had to make things clear about his sexual fetish.

But Frilian seemed helpless against him: "Alright, alright, anyway, that empire should be destroyed by now, so there's no harm in just saying it, right?"

"No, I'm serious. I like normal, beautiful girls."

"...He's already so old, and he still wants to date a young girl?"

"But men will always love beautiful 18-year-old girls."

That was really bad.

"What? What's wrong with that? Or is it because you're too old, so..."

"—This is the second time. There won't be a next time." Just a moment ago she was joking with him in a lighthearted tone, but as soon as age was mentioned, Frillie's face instantly turned serious, and she held up two fingers to him, leaving him dumbfounded for the umpteenth time today.

"No...? You still remember the numbers?!"

"of course."

"—Aren't they holding grudges too much?! It's been a thousand years! It's about time it was reset!"

"No, there won't be a next time. You better remember that."

She was laughing just a moment ago, but when it came to the issue of age, Frillian wouldn't budge an inch, her little face turning cold as she seriously emphasized its importance.

Now, even Ash had no choice but to raise his hands, surrendering and forced to compromise.

That's why Frillie gradually put away her serious expression, raised the corners of her mouth with a hint of smugness, and then busied herself preparing lunch.

Despite some slightly odd incidents, lunch here consisted only of wild vegetables, wild mushrooms, and simple smoked meat.

But at the dinner table, the two chatted and laughed in an unprecedentedly harmonious atmosphere.

It was as if the long passage of time had not brought any distance between them, and everything seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago.

The Buried Frilian: A Thousand Years From Now On: Chapter Thirty-Nine - Ordinary Time - My Favorite Magic

In Frilian's cabin, the two enjoyed a pleasant lunch together and chatted leisurely for an afternoon.

Later, under the cover of night, they strolled together through the mountains and forests.

Ash didn't stand on ceremony and spent the night on the floor of the cabin.

The next morning, Frilian took him to a wide hill not far away.

Amidst the rolling hills, the vast land seems draped in a sacred veil, with countless pure white flowers blooming everywhere.

As far as the eye can see, the sea of ​​flowers stretches out to the horizon.

In the center of that sea of ​​flowers, there stands a stone tablet with the name Volameh prominently engraved on it.

"This sea of ​​flowers... did you create it with magic?"

Gazing at the magnificent scenery before him, and then at the familiar name on the tombstone, his gaze involuntarily fell upon the girl beside him.

"You know, right? Master's favorite magic is the magic that can create a beautiful flower field... so I often come here to use it."

“But I remember you weren’t interested in this kind of magic before.”

“Indeed.” Frilian nodded slightly. “But in the end… when my teacher was dying, I asked her to teach me this magic.”

"why?"

"Why? No... how to describe that feeling... I don't know." Frillian stared at the tombstone, her brows furrowing slightly, a troubled expression on her face. "I just... want to learn, right?"

"Is that so?" He nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Speaking of which, Frilian, what is your favorite magic?"

"The magic to conjure up a beautiful flower field, isn't it?"

“I’m talking about you, not Vlamé.”

"Probably this one."

"And yet you say you like magic?"

"Can't I like them all?" Frillie asked, a little annoyed by the questioning. She even retorted, "Then Ash, what kind of magic do you like?"

"It's not that it's impossible, but... well, how about gravity for me?"

"why?"

"The magic we relied on to survive in the first place? If we didn't know this, my troublesome sister and I would have been dead long ago."

"Speaking of which, you have a younger sister...?" Frillie's expression darkened slightly at the mention of this. "I mean, Ash."

"what?"

"How did you feel when you found out your sister was dead?" Even now, she still can't understand the feelings she had when she shed tears a thousand years ago, and unconsciously turns to him for help.

"...How did you feel when your sister died?"

Now that he knows Awula is still alive and has even made a name for himself, his expression gradually became subtle when asked about it.

Sensing this perfectly, Frillie instead showed a guilty expression:

"Sorry, I guess we should just forget about it... You two have supported each other all the way, you must have a very deep bond, right?"

"....I guess so."

"perhaps?"

"...Don't worry about it." He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, trying to avoid letting anyone see his strange expression of barely suppressed emotions.

At this moment, Frilian was surprisingly understanding and patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.