Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Lord's Castle.

VIP room.

Erii stirred the coffee and milk with a spoon until they were evenly mixed.

Frilian, Philon, and Shutark sat to the side, while the Count sat facing them. He waved his hand, signaling his two bodyguards to leave.

"I feel at ease with Lady Frilian." The count's gesture was undoubtedly an expression of goodwill.

Frillie remained silent, waiting for the other party to give an explanation.

"Lucena, Linne, and Dorat, they are Aura's executioners, and also envoys sent to negotiate peace," the count said without concealing anything.

"One of the surviving Seven Sages of the Fallen, Aura of the Guillotine," Frilian said, explaining to Erii and the other two, "Back then, she was severely injured by Simmel and escaped, but almost all of her subordinates were lost. Unexpectedly, she has reappeared."

"She regained her power 28 years ago, humph~ she only dared to show herself after Lord Simmel died." The count scoffed sarcastically.

He sighed again, "But this very demon, who was almost killed by the hero, has led his army in a long war against us for decades, determined to take this city."

"If she's so determined, then what's the deal with the envoy?" Philon couldn't help but ask.

The count picked up his teacup, took a sip of amber-colored black tea, and said, "According to Lugner, Aura has suddenly grown tired of the meaningless fighting and wants to negotiate a truce with us."

"Hmph~" This time it was Frilian's turn to scoff sarcastically, "So you let the demons in without thinking?"

Before the count could speak, she continued in an icy voice, "It's a waste of energy to talk to demons. They are not human, they are monsters, man-eating beasts."

The count interjected, asking doubtfully, "It's not that absolute, is it? We can communicate with them in the same language. Although I vehemently hate demons, perhaps there's still a chance for us to communicate?"

In response, Shutark raised the same question.

"Demons are born without complex emotions. Killing and evil are instincts etched into their bones. They learn human language only to deceive us and make hunting easier," Frilian paused. "Volamee defines talking monsters as demons, but there's no essential difference between them. Do you think you'd spare a bloodthirsty monster just because it speaks?"

"Some monsters can breathe fire, some can both breathe fire and fly. Most monsters are no less intelligent than humans, and the only difference is that they can talk," Philon said.

"It's like a cunning black bear that stands up and pretends to be a human to lure humans closer," Erii said, drawing inferences from one instance to another.

"Smart," Frillie nodded.

"I understand," the count said, finishing his tea in one gulp and rising. "Gentlemen, I will make my own decision on this matter. You can stay here in peace, but of course, I won't stop you if you wish to leave."

Watching him push open the door and leave, Frilian leaned back and slumped into the soft sofa. "If he believes the demons, then this city is not far from destruction."

shuh~

Erii stood up, picked up her sword, and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" Shutark asked in surprise.

"Kill them," Erii said calmly.

"Junior sister, I know you are strong, but those are three demons, and they are all Aura's strongest subordinates. Aura is one of the Seven Sages under the Demon King!" Hughtar said hurriedly. He couldn't help but tremble at the thought of this infamous old monster and wished he could leave this place as soon as possible.

"Aura, slaughter them without hesitation," Erii said without changing her expression.

"It's daytime now, and if we make a move, innocent people might get hurt," Frillian said.

Erii glanced at the sky outside the window before sitting back down.

Without realizing it, Philonise also became nervous and asked, "Ms. Frilian, what about us?"

"No rush, this is the Earl's territory, let's see how he handles it first." Frilian reached behind her and pulled out a magic book, reading it eagerly.

She looked up and smiled: "If we're going to take action, we'll wait until tonight."

Erii continued gazing at the sky; a sliver of the setting sun had already filled a corner of the window. She murmured, "It's getting dark."

It was as if the Grim Reaper was delivering a verdict.

She had no grudge against the demons, but she had read records about them in her spare time, and Erii deeply abhorred their brutal and evil deeds.

Erii has never experienced complicated interpersonal relationships, nor does she possess the cunning and shrewdness to navigate social situations. Rather than weighing pros and cons or considering all the consequences, she prefers to follow her simple and pure heart.

She disliked demons; she killed them all!

……

The count rushed to the second event without stopping.

"This is my son's room. He was very ambitious and said he would inherit the family business as soon as possible so that I could enjoy my old age in peace. He was really ignorant of his own limitations back then." The count stroked a sword on the table, his weathered voice seemingly boiling with endless anger.

"Oh, I wonder where my son is today?" Lugner asked with a smile.

The count drew his sword, its blade riddled with cracks. "Ten years ago, I died in battle with Aura. Only this sword returned."

With a "whoosh," he raised his sword and swung it at Lugner, the tip of the sword stopping just in front of the latter's chin.

The soldiers drew their swords and surrounded the three men.

The girl Linne and the boy Dorat assumed a fighting stance, their hands gathering magic.

"The reason I let you in was to avenge my son. Peace talks? What a load of rubbish!" The count suddenly became agitated and roared.

Looking at the sword blade so close at hand, Lugner showed no fear or panic.

He quickly scanned the room out of the corner of his eye, taking in everything from the decor to the cleanliness, and then said, "The room is very well cleaned; it hasn't changed in the last ten years, has it?"

"So what?" the count retorted.

"You killed my father, and I left his room exactly as it is; I can't bear to move anything." The intelligent and rational Lugner played the empathy card.

As for the so-called father, who he is or what he is, it doesn't matter, as long as the goal is achieved.

"Let's stop here, or do you want both sides to continue bleeding, continuing this pointless sacrifice, and causing more tragedies?" Lugner revealed a friendly smile. "Whether human or demon, at least we can understand each other's language. Please give us a chance to sit down and talk."

Such heartfelt words struck the Count so deeply that his hand trembled.

He hesitated and put down the sword in his hand.

Observing the count's behavior, Lugner inwardly marveled at how wondrous the power of human language truly was.

Aura's plan was not complicated. She sent three assassins in as a pretense, intending to get the count to close the barrier magic by any means necessary, so that her army could raze the city to the ground.

"Heh~ Hehehe, hehehe, hahahahaha!"

The count suddenly burst into a series of laughs, filled with a variety of complex emotions.

Since demons cannot perceive overly complex emotions, all three of them looked at the count with utter confusion.

"Frilian is right. Demons learn languages ​​only to deceive humans. They are just beasts who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals! I almost fell for your trick." The count's tone was chilling.

"Do it!" he ordered decisively.

Puff puff--

Three heads encased in armor flew high into the air, spraying blood all over the ceiling.

The one who made the move was the young demon, Dokat, whose fingertips were seen dragging along strong and sharp magical threads!

"My Lord Earl, what a pity. I thought I could persuade you." Lugner shook his head with deep regret.