Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

"What did you and your master talk about?"

After leaving Celia's room, Carlos was naturally questioned by Vlamé, who was waiting downstairs.

"It felt like I was just called over and mocked by her."

Carlos glanced to his left and right. He had sensed it before: the guests on the first floor of the hotel were always glancing at them, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Although they were very restrained in their gazes, so it didn't cause much annoyance, it still made them feel a little uncomfortable.

"Let's talk outside."

Vlame nodded; she also felt that staying here would make her the center of attention.

As her magical skills improved, more and more people tried to curry favor with her, but this was not conducive to her continued research into magic.

It may sound cruel, but it's the truth: being surrounded by the majority of people did absolutely no good for Vlamé.

Fortunately, the people of Tiyua were quite understanding. After she expressed that she didn't want to be bothered by things unrelated to magic, everyone basically just expressed their respect with their eyes.

And if anyone dares to disturb Vlamé's life, before Vlamé can do anything about it, others will already be teaching those ungrateful people a lesson on her behalf.

Leaving the hotel and stepping onto the long-missed streets, I was greeted by a bustling crowd, with the shouts of vendors and the laughter of children filling the air.

As Carlos savored the simple beauty, he mentally crafted the words.

"Um... would you prefer to be a junior sister or a senior sister?"

Vlame: "???"

"What do you mean by suddenly saying this?"

"Just doing some investigation, um." As if trying to convince himself, Carlos nodded repeatedly.

Looking at the naive guy beside him who couldn't hide anything at all, Vlame couldn't help but sigh.

Is this guy really a demon?

Over the course of five years, this idea popped into Vlame's head more than once while he was researching the demon race.

This is something that cannot be explained by individual differences. No matter what she thinks, Carlos's existence is an insurmountable mountain in her research on the demon race.

How could there be such a demon race?

This is also contrary to common sense.

"Just say what's on your mind, no need for all this beating around the bush." ​​Vlamé gave up thinking.

"Well, Sylvia asked about our relationship before, and I was thinking about that too, but I couldn't come up with a suitable answer, so..." Carlos stopped there.

"I think I understand what you mean."

As Vlamé listened to Carlos's series of words, he gradually pieced together the events in his mind.

It's just such a simple thing, but they've made it so complicated.

"But what does this have to do with whether I like being a junior sister or a senior sister?" Vlame still couldn't figure this out.

"Because I prefer being the senior student, I wanted to test your opinion first."

The main reason was that Carlos found it hard to contain himself at the thought of having such a small and adorable girl like Vlamé as his senior sister.

Rather than that, he preferred to speak to Sylvia through another connection.

"..." Vlame remained silent for a moment, looking at Carlos, before finally speaking slowly, "You're going to be Master's disciple too?"

"Not yet," Carlos replied immediately. "I'm just waiting for your answer."

Hearing his answer, Vlamé was taken aback.

What does it mean to wait for her answer?

Wait, let's connect this to what Carlos said earlier...

The more Vlamé thought about it, the stranger his expression became.

"Just to confirm, if I say I like being a junior sister, will you become my senior brother?"

"You're really smart." Vlame looked at Carlos and gave him a thumbs up.

"Is this really that important?" she asked, her voice trembling with the most exasperation she'd ever displayed. "Couldn't you just give Sylvia a casual answer?"

Carlos looked at her seriously: "If you get into the habit of lying to avoid problems, you will gradually become accustomed to lying, and I don't want that to happen."

Vlamed was taken aback, but quickly found the flaw in the statement:

"But if you use your senior's explanation, isn't that also lying?"

Even if Carlos were to become Celia's disciple now, it would be clear from the order of their apprenticeships that she would be the senior disciple.

"No, no, no, these two things shouldn't be confused." Carlos stopped, leaned back slightly, and made a "1" gesture with his right index finger towards Vlamé, then swayed it from side to side. "Selie has already agreed, and I need not say more, so now as long as you agree, this can become a reality. It's not a lie."

Looking at his actions and words, which were no different from those of a child, Vlame couldn't help but feel a deep sense of speechlessness.

"Soliciting nonsense."

"That's called flexibility," Carlos said, using a more palatable term.

"Fine, whatever." Not understanding how Carlos's brain worked, Vlame gave up resisting.

Junior sister it is, it's just a title anyway, since he's more skilled in magic than I am.

"Yay!"

Carlos clenched his fist tightly at his chest, a faint feeling of joy welling up in his heart.

It's been so long since I've experienced such positive emotions.

Just then, he saw a small vendor selling trinkets by the roadside, so he went over to it.

Vlamé didn't dare leave Carlos to act alone, so he quickly followed after him.

"Honorable guest, these are all pieces of jewelry made by top artisans. I'm sure you'll find one that suits your taste."

As this was a jewelry store where nobles typically made frequent purchases, the shop owner immediately recognized Volame's identity and therefore dared not be negligent in the slightest.

In this city, who doesn't know the contributions Vlamé made?

"As a way of repaying your promise, just pick one you like as a gift." Seeing the shopkeeper's attitude, Carlos doubted that even if Vlamé wanted one for free, the shopkeeper would agree.

"Where did you get the money?"

Vlame knew that Carlos had just returned from the demon realm, and the demons did not use the currency that humans had.

"I'll tell you later. Just pick whatever you like." Carlos looked at the shopkeeper. "One gold coin should be enough, right?"

"How utterly ignorant are you?" Vlamé had almost forgotten about Carlos's situation. In the small village where he used to live, there wasn't much currency. "One gold coin is enough to buy almost half of the ornaments here."

"Is that so..."

Hearing their conversation, the shop owner dared not speak.

The unfamiliar face next to Lord Vlame seemed to be quite wealthy.

"Let me see if there are any cheaper ones. I remember there are a few." With that, Carlos put down the briefcase he had been holding in his left hand.

Vlame helped by casting a [Visual Concealment] spell around them to prevent anyone from being tempted by money. Then he opened the magical artifact that could store many items. Inside, as the other party had said, there were wands, food, a diary, and some glittering coins.

Vlame's gaze lingered on the diary for a moment as he watched Carlos rummage through the gold coins, quickly finding the scattered silver coins one by one.

"Is that enough?"

Carlos closed the suitcase again, spread out the silver coins he had found in front of him, and asked the shopkeeper for details.

"Of course, these are enough to buy any piece of jewelry in our store."

Upon hearing the shopkeeper's reply, Carlos turned his gaze to Vlamé, indicating that she could make her selection.

"Am I really forced to choose this?"

"Choose, choose!"

"Are you a child? At least act like a senior brother."

"Hehe."

In the end, Vlamé chose a necklace.