Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

Vlamé had planned what he wanted to do from a very early age.

Just as Celia said, she clearly had extremely high magical talent, but she gave up further studies and instead began to study basic magical knowledge, with the ultimate goal of promoting magic.

Now that the foundation has been laid and the strength is decent enough to at least protect oneself, Vlamé no longer intends to stay here.

"Do you really have to leave?" Sylvia was quite reluctant to hear this sudden news.

She had actually anticipated this day, but it came so quickly that it caught her completely off guard.

"Well, I'll inform you first, then I'll talk to Master. We'll depart in a week at the latest." Vlame turned to Carlos. "What are your thoughts?"

"Well, good luck."

Since Vlamé had no intention of inviting him, he didn't plan to get involved.

The Demon King currently has no intention of launching a large-scale attack on human territory, and the unified empire is generally peaceful. Therefore, as long as one stays away from the border areas, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is quite safe.

"...I understand." For some reason, Vlame hesitated briefly before replying, but she eventually nodded.

"Can I come along?" Sylvia asked.

"Sylvia, I don't want to hold my disciple hostage for my own dreams."

"Master didn't kidnap me. Like I just said, I also really want to support the dream of spreading magic to all mankind. That way, even someone like me with only a little bit of magical talent can become a qualified magician on their own in the future."

Sylvie gave an impeccable reason.

Vlame's expression softened, but her refusal of Sylvia wasn't solely due to what she had just mentioned; it was also largely for security reasons.

Being alone and having someone else with you are two completely different things.

She lacks confidence in her ability to protect Sylvieka.

Then, Vlamé looked at Carlos again.

"Will Master go?" Carlos sighed and asked.

"She has never supported my dreams, don't you think?"

"I see... Let me think about it."

Sylvia, however, glared at Carlos, clearly dissatisfied with his answer. "Wait a minute, isn't that a bit odd? Aren't you two senior and junior siblings? Where's your responsibility as the senior?"

"There shouldn't be a causal relationship between these two things, right?"

"Ugh—!" Sylvia pouted, then suddenly her eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something.

"You said you wouldn't abandon me, right?"

"What do you want?" Carlos became extremely wary of her, while also deeply understanding the importance of not speaking carelessly.

"I won't be here anymore, but you're still here. What else could this be but abandoning me?" Sylvia said, hands on her hips, her words carrying a hint of sophistry.

Carlos was stunned for a moment, then was successfully defeated by her shameless logic.

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you." His tone was a little annoyed, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. "It's my fault for saying things I shouldn't have before. Looks like I'll have to be more careful in the future."

Not only what Sylvia just mentioned, but also what I told Vlame that I would support her dreams.

Actually, Carlos had already decided to go with them when he learned that Sylvia wouldn't be going. He had just said that to be a little reserved, but he didn't expect Sylvia to be so eager.

"Yay! Finally, I can go see the outside world!"

Having achieved her goal, Sylvia appeared more excited than anyone else.

"There are so many places I want to go!"

"We're not going there for fun." Vlamé sighed, but a faint smile remained on his face. "Don't forget what the main purpose is."

"Don't worry, I'm very sensible." Sylvia nodded vigorously, still as energetic as when Carlos first met her.

"Being sensible? Is that your reason for abandoning your father and going far away?" Carlos decided to mock her.

"Dad isn't incapable of taking care of himself, and I'm all grown up now; it's time for me to have my own life!"

Sylvia glared at him and puffed out her cheeks again.

It's embarrassing that she's still acting cute even though she's so old.

"I hope my future daughter will be a sweet and caring daughter." Carlos sighed, resting his chin on his hand, his gaze drifting into the unknown distance.

He didn't notice that Sylvia's face suddenly turned red after he said those words.

Vlamé, preoccupied with how to say goodbye to Celia, didn't notice anything amiss.

Sylvia's juicy, plump cheeks, as red as apples, were ignored by both of them.

After finishing their business and having dinner, Sylvia said goodbye to them and made plans to work together the next day.

After all, it's about leaving a place you've lived in for so long, and you're bound to have some feelings for it; you can't just sneak away and leave.

Volamey also shared his thoughts with Celia.

"That's good. Looks like I can study magic in a different mood again." Celia held the draft that Volame had written earlier in her hand. "Let me know before you leave."

"Master, are you planning to come with me too?" Vlame looked at her in surprise.

"My attitude towards you remains the same as before; I've just changed my mind."

"For Carlos?" That was the only thing Vlame could think of after racking his brains.

After all, if we're talking about variables, then only he can influence Celie's thoughts.

"I guess so. I was just looking for something to do when I was bored." Celia put down her draft and got off the bed. "Although I still can't imagine anything more interesting than studying magic."

"Are you going out?" Vlame asked, seeing that she was dressed.

"It's been a while since I've gone out. Goodbye." Celia waved and left the room.

Seria walked slowly into the world outside the hotel.

The human world has undergone countless changes during her lifetime. Although in her view, the changes are still the same, people's living standards are completely different.

"These are oranges that were just harvested today, Lord Carlos, please accept them."

"This is my homemade cured meat. Lord Carlos, you can use it as food on the road if you don't mind."

"Lord Carlos..."

Celia stopped and listened to the dense crowd in front of her calling out "Lord Carlos" repeatedly.

Carlos stood in the center of the crowd, his face showing a mixture of helplessness and a smile.

He originally just wanted to slowly tell everyone that he was leaving, but someone spread the word, resulting in the whole street gathering around, and the number of people is still increasing.

"Thank you, thank you, please don't push or shove! My suitcase is really full, I can buy all of these on the way!"

He kept saying this, but it was no use. All sorts of things kept pressing against him, forcing him to suppress his instinctive conditioned reflex of taking them.

"Lord Carlos, can we not leave?" A child tugged at his trouser leg.

Carlos recognized her as the little girl who loved to sit on his back and shoulders and play. He crouched down and gently patted her head.

"People always have to face separation, so cherish your parents."

"Whoa—!"

The little girl burst into tears, and Carlos was completely at a loss, having no idea how to handle the situation.

"Please stop crying, okay?" he tried to persuade.

The little girl cried even louder.

"I'm sorry, everyone." Carlos stood up and apologized to the crowd around him, then disappeared from the spot in the next second.

After that, the girl who stayed behind stopped crying, because Carlos had disappeared.

"You're quite popular, but what's the point? In 100 years, nobody here will even remember you."

Celia wasn't surprised to see Carlos appear beside her.

"I just like doing this, it's not like I'm trying to be remembered. If it's meaningless, then it's meaningless."

Using Celie's [Concealment] magic as cover, Carlos took one last look at the crowd before leaving.

As for that expression, a mixture of smiles and reluctance, only the moonlight could glimpse it.