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

"How could I possibly know? I've never been to a church or a monk!"

"...What are you doing here? If you have nothing to do, just leave." Frillie felt embarrassed standing next to him and couldn't help but kick him.

But he felt utterly innocent and retorted with all his might, "No, Frilian! Didn't Vlame say that the monks in the hero's party can only be women? And that it's a long-standing tradition? So I should try to become a hero too?"

"Ah...? Hmm... it seems like there was such a thing?" Frilian sighed, as if she had remembered something and was recalling a painful past. She put one hand to her forehead and said, "However, when you left, the teacher actually mentioned that at that time he just wanted to lure you into becoming a hero."

"Why? I just can't understand why she would lie to me like that?"

"After all, weren't you very interested in the emperor's concubines back then? You even went to the trouble of climbing over the wall to get in, so she said you must like married women and older women."

"what??"

The strange misunderstanding that he only learned about after a thousand years left Ash completely dumbfounded... He never imagined that he would be misunderstood for so many years?

Leaving aside older sisters and the like, he absolutely rejects married women!

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The Burial of Frilian: A Thousand Years Later: Chapter Fifty-Three Frilian: I'm the Only Big Sister Here

Frillie's suspicion was practically written all over her face, and the way she looked at him even seemed to have a hint of discrimination against older women and housewives. This left Ash, who considered himself a serious guy with a proper fetish (customized), with no choice but to explain.

He even crouched down slightly, placed a hand on Frillie's head, and solemnly said:

"...No, no matter how many times I explain, I really just got lost! Don't keep spouting nonsense in front of others! Otherwise—our friendship will come to an end right now!"

"Lost and need to climb over the wall?"

"Getting lost and unable to find the way, climbing over a wall to get out... isn't that reasonable?"

Frillie tilted her head in confusion, while Ash looked serious, trying to convince him of his innocence.

But after all these years, she had never truly believed this answer. Now, naturally, she was full of doubt and bluntly stated, as if hitting the nail on the head: "Climb over the wall, directly into someone else's harem?"

"It's a matter of probability, but it's definitely not my fault!"

"..." His overly serious demeanor left Frillie unsure whether he was telling the truth or not; she just had a feeling...

"Don't you feel ashamed to discuss this in public?"

"I think I should be angry, not ashamed... Why did you have to expose my dirty secrets? What if your teammates think I'm a weirdo?"

"Any questions?"

“Of course there’s a problem! Because I’m not the kind of person Vlame thinks I am. Even without my older sister, I still want to become a hero! So let me join you!” He tried his best to exude righteousness and extended his hand to Frilian with a smile.

However...Frilian had no intention of reaching out at all, but just kept squinting and scrutinizing him: "...You, you don't have some strange purpose, do you?"

"You doubt your own friend like that? Don't you know what kind of person I am?"

He spoke with such righteous indignation, but Frilian, who knew him from the village, couldn't help but recall the scene of him forcing Millie to drink and dragging her upside down to keep her from sleeping.

Therefore, she naturally denied it without even thinking:

"Taking risks to save humanity is not something you would do."

"Don't look down on others just because you're short. I'd like to try my best to help you!"

"That sounds nice... but do you even believe it yourself?"

"I believe it, why wouldn't I? If I don't even believe myself, who else can believe me?"

"Perfect timing! I'm also curious who would believe what you're saying. Just name a name and I'll believe you! Don't think, just say it! Speak!"

"Jackson!"

Although he believed he was indeed contributing to world peace, he couldn't think of anyone who would believe he would fight for it, so he subconsciously blurted out a name.

It's not that he's lying or has bad character; it's just that he simply doesn't have many friends.

Frillie pressed on quickly, asking, "—What do you do? Who's in your family?"

"A singer! There's only one in the family!"

"How did we meet?"

"That was... a dark and stormy night..." He tried to recall the scene, but Frillie narrowed her eyes and interrupted, "—Ash, you're lying to me, aren't you?"

"Just tell me I didn't mention anyone's name, okay?"

"...When exactly did you start to like lying like your master?"

“I think I should be a little better than Vlame.” Even when Ash was compared to Vlame, his expression became somewhat subtle.

At first glance, Vlame seemed like a pretty decent person, at most someone who liked to play dumb to take advantage of others.

But in reality, even when you train with them, it's really just training. They'll suddenly become shameless and use all sorts of methods to beg for mercy, soften people's hearts, and then launch a sneak attack.

Perhaps because she had been fooled by Vlame so many times, Frillie had developed some ability to see through scams. Of course... the main reason was that she didn't really believe Ash was that upright from the beginning.

Moreover, even if she did, she didn't plan to let Ash join, after all—her friend was at an age where he should be enjoying his retirement, and she couldn't let him do whatever he wanted.

Go on an adventure? Slay the Demon King? What if my old bones fall apart? It just doesn't seem right.

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Ash's hand hovered in mid-air, frozen there for a long time, no one willing to take it, causing the atmosphere to gradually become somewhat awkward...

Just as he was about to change his strategy and observe from the sidelines for a while, a hand suddenly appeared behind Haita and firmly grasped his hand.

"Oh, oh...?" He looked up in surprise, only to find...

"I believe you—Mr. Ash, let's fight together!"

A boy with light blue mushroom hair, wearing a white cloak and blue clothes, was giving him a bright smile.

However, Ash stiffened slightly, subtly trying to pull his hand back, while simultaneously asking, "Excuse me, who are you...?"

"I am Simmel."

"...Is that so? That is...?"

“Frilian’s companion,” Simmel replied without hesitation.

"...Really?"

"Really, is there a problem?"

"No... this...?" Ash was dumbfounded again, and subconsciously looked at Frillie.

But this time, Frilian just sighed softly: "If you're expecting a version of Vlamé's story, forget it. The only older sister here is me."

"Ha, haha... You've picked up Vlame's bad habit of boasting too." Ash, exhausted, couldn't help but chuckle and blurt out a sarcastic remark.

This immediately made Frilian's face show displeasure: "...What do you mean? There aren't many older sisters as big as me."

"Big sister... ah."

Staring at the loli-type girl in front of him, who was much shorter than a normal girl, with her hands on her hips and chest puffed out, trying to look mature, he felt an urge to speak out.

The Burial of Frilian: A Thousand Years From Now On: Chapter Fifty-Four: The Difference Between Ideal and Reality

Not to mention being an older sister, she wasn't even a young girl; this barren elf, who was actually an old lady, called herself an older sister and even proudly stood with her hands on her hips and chest puffed out.

To be honest... Ash really suspected that this clueless guy was trying to mock his aspirations in this way.

But feeling that complaining about Frillie was too tiring, he looked around and directly changed the subject:

"Compared to that, how about the dwarf lady? If all else fails, I think the legendary dwarf loli... young girl wouldn't be unacceptable either."

"Miss Dwarf? What do you mean 'dwarf'... no, what do you mean 'compared to this'?? You really are looking down on me?"

Frillie was taken aback, and immediately expressed her dissatisfaction with his disregard, about to confront him properly, when a rather gruff voice interrupted from behind: "As for dwarves... I'm already here?"

"That voice... I suddenly have a bad feeling..." The overly rough voice made him instinctively put one hand to his forehead.

"Although I think it's unlikely, maybe dwarves just have rougher voices. After all, mining every day causes them to inhale too much dust, which inevitably damages their vocal cords, right?"

"Why do dwarves mine?" Frilian asked, puzzled.

"Isn't that how it's always said in storybooks?" Ash replied without thinking, leaving Frillie speechless: "...How old are you anyway, or have you been living in the mountains all these years?"

"Actually, haven't I been mostly cultivating? In the end, I've never actually encountered a dwarf."

"Ah, come to think of it, you're a complete cultivation fanatic... No wonder you fell for Master's tricks in such strange places."