Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

"Also, I will not use [Flight Magic] in this battle."

Carlos continued to restrict himself.

Upon hearing this, Frillie's expression finally became wary.

"You're being far too confident to give up your own strengths."

Limiting the total output of magic power is one thing, but to also give up the unique advantage that [Flying Magic] brings to the demon race is simply incomprehensible to Frilian.

"It's alright," Carlos said, still smiling. "Because you're very weak."

"You bastard..." Frillian summoned her wand, but refrained from taking direct action.

She was still near her home, and she didn't want to accidentally hurt her family members in the fight. She was also afraid that the other side would use this to threaten her during the battle.

Although the possibility is slim.

This judgment was made by Frilian based on how the other three people interacted with Carlos.

"Could I borrow the wand I gave you before?" Carlos ignored her and looked at Sylvia, putting down the magical artifacts he had been carrying in his hands.

"Of course, no problem!" She quickly summoned her wand and handed it to Carlos.

"You've taken excellent care of yourself." Carlos stroked the black staff, feeling the magic flowing smoothly within it. "Thank you."

"Hehe, after all, it's something you gave me, so of course I'll cherish it!" Sylvia blushed when she heard his thanks.

As Vlame watched the interaction between the two, he raised an eyebrow and finally understood where the previous sense of disharmony came from.

Sigh, this stupid disciple. She had warned her long ago not to like Carlos, but it still turned out like this.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Vladimir knew that his disciple secretly longed for a powerful partner.

If she had known it would turn out this way, she would have told Sylvia about the other person's demonic identity from the very beginning.

Not only because demons are enemies of humans, but also because she clearly perceived the difference in lifespan brought about by her interactions with Celie.

Even if Carlos still retains the time concept unique to short-lived species, what about 10 years from now? 100 years from now? 1000 years from now?

Will he still be the same as he is now?

Sylvie's affections were destined to be in vain; she could not overcome the passage of time.

Vlame shook his head, but then suddenly stopped.

Wait, why does Carlos have the same concept of time as the short-lived species?

She thought of this question, which she had always simply brushed aside before but had never thought about carefully.

Why are we only noticing this now?

Vlame watched Carlos, who was continuing to provoke Frilian.

Why did the other party show an intention to get close to humans from the very beginning? Why did he not want to live alone from the start? This is something that has never happened and could never happen among the other demons.

Because demons are creatures who take loneliness for granted!

A thought suddenly occurred to Vlame: the most likely, yet also the most unbelievable, fact. With that thought, she turned to look at Celia, who was watching the fight in front of her with an interested smile.

Could it be that Master knew all this from the very beginning?

……

While Vlame was reflecting, the pre-match trash talk from the outside world continued.

"Without even your own wand, I suddenly lose interest in fighting you." Frillie looked at Carlos, who had just received a wand from someone else, and felt sorry for her earlier wariness.

I really don't know how this guy developed such magical power. Could it be because of that elf?

"Because I didn't need it before." Carlos was unaware of what Vlamé was thinking, nor did he care about Frilian's attitude towards him. "The magic I have in front of you now has not been fully restored, and for demons, wands are a symbol of the weak, so I rarely use wands in battle."

Frilian's expression hardened. She wasn't sure if Carlos was just playing a trick on her, but if he was telling the truth, then this opponent was definitely the strongest she had ever encountered.

"Is it really okay for me to learn so much information like this? You could have easily made me careless with all this." Frilian gripped her wand tightly, her opponent's contempt for her overflowing.

"I already said the reason before," Carlos provocatively said, "Because you're weak."

*Slap slap—*

"This is how magic should be used!" Celia, the examiner in charge of monitoring from the sidelines, clapped her hands. "While I'm disappointed that you can't fight right there, it seems you two have had enough of your tempers."

"Let's go." Frilian gave Carlos a deep look and prepared to lead the way.

"Walking is too slow, and I can't use any more magic later anyway, so let me take you there." Carlos waved his hand. "How about you experience [flight magic]?"

"Experiencing [Flight Magic] will be beneficial to us, Frilian," Volame spoke up for Carlos. "Since ancient times, the sky has been the domain of the demons. Carefully experiencing the process might prove useful in future battles. I also intend to use this experience to analyze [Flight Magic]."

"Wait, you're coming too?" Carlos's expression was strange. He had already sensed something else in those words, but in his mind, it was enough that Celia and Frillie came with him.

"Is there a problem?" Vlame's smile seemed to hold a deeper meaning. "After all, I'm also very curious about how you plan to beat Frillie."

"I just lent you my wand, you know," Sylvia said, waving her little fist.

There's no need to say more; they're all going.

"Alright then." Carlos sighed helplessly, turning to look at Frillie. "And you?"

"Do you think I'll believe you?" Frilian was quite wary of him.

"You can use magic to protect your body and have one of them carry you there," Carlos said, pointing to Celia and her group who were about to follow.

So, Frilian walked up to Celia.

Because she trusted this member of her own clan the most.

"What kind of magic do you like?" Celia asked instead of answering directly.

Frillie asked, puzzled, "Is that important?"

Tell me the answer.

"A good magic is one that can protect everyone."

Celia was silent for a moment, pondering how many points she should give this answer.

"You've passed, come up here," she said finally.

Frilian climbed onto Celie's back.

At the same time, her wariness of this group of people decreased slightly, because Celia did not seem to be on guard against her at all.

This could also be because the other party doesn't see themselves as a threat at all...

In short, the other three people gained a certain degree of trust from Frilline because of Celia.

Carlos began using [Flight Magic], and now he felt no pressure even when using it on four people at the same time.

"Why can you get along with demons like this?" Frilian asked the question she had been curious about for a long time while speeding along the road.

"Because your magical skills are too weak," Celia replied casually.

"oh."

Having received the same answer as before, Frillie was somewhat sullen.

She felt that no matter how high her magical skills were, she couldn't understand what Celia meant.

Soon, they arrived at a deserted place.