Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

By the time they entered the city, the two had already separated, and Carlos had covered his horns again.

This outcome was unexpected even to him. He was inexplicably confessed to by his junior sister's disciple and inexplicably made a rule for 3 or 10 years.

I don't understand, I really don't understand at all.

Avoiding the crowd, Carlos used the [Hidden Avatar] spell to return to the inn and locked himself in his room.

Touching his chest, he quickly opened his diary to record his feelings.

The yellowed paper possessed astonishing resilience because Carlos had specifically requested a spell from the all-powerful magic tool, his nominal master Celia, to preserve the paper for an extended period.

With the record complete, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he was quite grateful to Sylvia, because this feeling was very rare for him, and he hadn't felt it much in the past three years.

It's a strange feeling, like when you wake up every day and feel like you're still yourself, but there's always a sense of loss and regret for what you've lost.

Even now, that feeling of loss has disappeared.

Therefore, this is truly a very precious experience.

"Honestly, what were you trying to do to make an impression on me? I've already forgotten you, Sylvia..."

After staring at his own writing for a while, Carlos put the diary back in his suitcase. He prepared to take another stroll around the vicinity of [Tiua] and clear out any monsters that might be there.

Because he had an emotion he wanted to vent.

……

That night, the group of four met at the hotel entrance.

"Won't we run into trouble if we sneak away like this?" Sylvia asked, empty-handed except for her mouth.

Vlamé used magic to erase his presence the whole way, leaving only a note on the door thanking the innkeeper for his help over the years.

"If we don't leave now, it will be too late." Vlame glanced at Carlos, his meaning clear. "If we leave openly and honestly, it will be too much of a spectacle."

She felt she hadn't done anything particularly serious, and that Carlos was to blame for things turning out this way.

However, the master didn't like being in the spotlight, so the plan changed.

"I also made a copy of the basic theory of magic and left it here. I believe that they will be able to protect this place on their own in the future."

The defense of a city requires not only excellent warriors, but also the presence of mages.

Therefore, Vlamé believed that spreading magic throughout the unified empire was by no means an impossible task.

"Let's go back first. I need to get a new batch of grimoires." She glanced at Celie, then at the grimoires Carlos was carrying. "From now on, we need to bring more of these storage grimoires. Some grimoires are essential to carry."

"Am I some kind of laborer?" Carlos pointed to himself, puzzled. "What are you going to do if I don't choose to follow you?"

"I don't know, but you're here now, aren't you?" Vlame's lips curled up. "I won't think about things that don't exist."

"Alright." Carlos gave up arguing. He thought of the village where he had stayed for a long time. "Since we're going back anyway, I'd like to visit the village I used to live in."

"No problem, the distance shouldn't be too far, right?"

"I'll try to do it as quickly as possible."

"Ahem... Let's not waste any more time, we should go." Sylvia interrupted their conversation.

"That's true." Vlame glanced at Sylvie strangely, but didn't think much of it.

The four people walked towards the city gate.

"Didn't your father say anything to you?" Carlos was curious about what had happened after Sylvia returned home.

"How could that be? I already have the right to be independent. Besides, he can't beat me." Sylvia waved her little fist at the air.

"Sigh, how filial she is." Carlos sighed. From this answer, he could tell that the other person had concealed what had happened that morning from Vlamé, although he himself wouldn't have said anything either...

He was very clear about what could be said and what couldn't be said.

The four people arrived at the exit of the city.

"Are you leaving already?" Brenner asked, rubbing his eyes after seeing them and making sure he wasn't mistaken.

He is now a guard in charge of managing entry and exit. Although it is tiring, it is quite valuable and he can meet all kinds of people.

Since almost no merchants would enter or leave the city at night, the city gates were closed at this time.

"Yeah, otherwise you won't be able to leave even if you want to," Carlos joked.

"That's true. I've heard about it from others; it was a truly grand event. It's a real pity I didn't get to see it," Brenner remarked. "Take care on your journey."

After saying that, he turned and gestured for the others to let them pass.

Actually, they knew what to do even without Brenner saying it, but they still had to go through the formalities.

The heavy city gates slowly opened, and the familiar scenery outside the city seemed slightly unfamiliar in the darkness.

"I will come back to see you if I have the chance."

"I'll remember that, and you haven't even shown me how to lift that boulder yet!" Brenner laughed and waved to them.

The four embarked on a journey with no known destination.

"What's wrong with you all?"

After walking for a while, Celia suddenly noticed that everyone else, except for her, had become quiet and withdrawn after coming out, and the smiles they had when they were still in the city were gone.

Even his own grand-disciple shed tears?

"Because... after we actually leave... we'll still feel really reluctant to leave." Sylvia sobbed, but her voice, though choked with tears, was surprisingly beautiful. "After all, I've lived there since I was born."

"I'll never see those rookie mages again. I wonder if that old woman who sells grimoires will miss me," Vlame said frankly, then looked at Carlos, "What about you?"

"Hmm... I'm actually fine," Carlos said gently. "It's just that you all have these kinds of expressions on your faces, how can I possibly say anything? I'm not some clueless elf mage."

"I think I heard something very rude to me. You've gotten quite bold, Carlos." Celia, despite Carlos's sarcastic remarks, didn't show any reaction.

"Even I, a demon, can't react as well. No wonder there are so few elves." Carlos said with a smile.

"...Wait a minute, you just said it like that?" Vlame was stunned for a moment, then looked at her disciple with great tension, only to find that the other party did not have the surprised reaction she had expected.

"She already knew, which is why I told her," Carlos explained for Sylvia. Otherwise, it would be too troublesome to keep it from them, so it was better to announce it early on.

Of course, he still wouldn't confess his feelings.

"And then?" Vlame asked. "I remember Sylvia, your mother was killed by a demon, wasn't she?"

Since they can still maintain this relationship, it means there's nothing wrong with asking that question.

"But the demon who killed my mother wasn't Carlos." Sylvia knew what her master wanted to ask. "I've heard that nobles in the south fight each other for power, and death is common. If the one who killed my mother was human, should I hate all humanity because of that?"

"this……"

Vlamé felt there was something wrong with the logic behind it, but she couldn't find the words to refute it for the time being, because everyone has a different perspective.

How can demons and humans be lumped together?

But since it was him... Vlame glanced at Carlos and decided to exclude him from the demon camp, just as she had heard before.