Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

"I don't care! I don't care! Anyway, those things have nothing to do with you. You're the person I like, unlike those demons!" Sylvia started acting unreasonably.

"Wait, you like him?" Frillie was stunned. "You, as a human, have fallen for him, a demon?"

She had no idea about this until Sylvia pointed it out bluntly.

"Isn't that obvious enough?" Carlos was speechless. "Only elves like you and Seria wouldn't notice."

"Huh? Did you forget to mention someone?" Sylvia blinked, puzzled.

"I didn't hold back." Carlos glanced helplessly at Sylvia, who was acting cute. He knew that only someone who knew they would look adorable would deliberately put on such an act, but he couldn't bring himself to dislike her. "You don't actually think you've hidden it well, do you? Vlame has already figured it out."

"I had no idea..." Sylvia's mood visibly dropped.

"Nonsense, it would be abnormal if you noticed, since your mind was entirely on me." Carlos was also quite speechless with her.

"Hehe, so you noticed." Sylvia didn't seem embarrassed at all; on the contrary, she was happy that Carlos had noticed this.

"I don't understand at all." Frillie rubbed her forehead, deciding not to think about this topic that she was completely unfamiliar with. "Anyway, I can't guarantee that I can convince them, but I will tell them that I lost to you."

This was one of the methods she could think of.

Since she, as the strongest person in the village, had lost to a single demon, she truly had no way to protect everyone properly.

The thought of that possible future was something Frilian simply couldn't accept.

"It's okay, even if we don't move, my master-uncle—!" Before Sylvia could finish speaking, Carlos covered her mouth.

Meeting Frilian's questioning gaze, Carlos smiled and said, "It's nothing, she didn't say anything just now."

"Oh." Frillie heard it, of course, but since Carlos didn't want to explain, she decided not to ask.

Elves aren't that curious.

……

A month later.

"I've told you so many times, sauté the seasonings first to bring out their flavor before adding the ingredients!"

"We need to use a much stronger flame here. Can you manage with such a small fire?"

"It's time to add water!"

"They're already burnt to a crisp, and you're still using a big fire! I told you not to use a big fire! Where are your eyes? If you don't need them, you can donate them to someone who does!"

Carlos launched into a tirade against the elves in front of him who were learning how to make delicious food.

The elves who were scolded by him fell silent, not daring to even breathe. Those who needed to change the pot changed it, those who needed to adjust the heat adjusted it, and those who needed to add water added it.

After learning that Celia and her group would be staying here for a while, Frillie arranged accommodations for them. After that, Celia and Vlame basically spent every day immersed in the world of the grimoire, while Carlos began his part-time job.

But his job was set on the very first day, because that day he decided to cook. Then, the elves who had been living in the village for a long time discovered the continent of the new world and asked Carlos to teach them how to cook. As a result, he now spends his days either looking for ingredients or teaching people how to cook.

His temper gradually became more volatile due to teaching others...

"He's so strict..." Sylvia was also a little scared; it was the first time she had ever seen Carlos like this.

"I remember he was very kind at first, but he gradually turned out like this." Frillie, who was evaluating the food as a customer, looked at the busy group inside. "Luckily, I didn't learn how to cook anything, or I would have cried for three days and three nights in front of him."

"And you!" Carlos suddenly turned to look at Frillie, who thought the matter had nothing to do with her. "Have you done what I asked you to do? You're all completely useless!"

"I'm sorry..." Frillie said softly, her head hanging low.

After spending a month together, she finally understood why the other three people had that kind of relationship with Carlos.

If Frilian hadn't confirmed once that the horns on the other person's head were genuine, she would have doubted whether her perception was wrong.

Could this be a demon?

As for what Carlos just mentioned, Frilian felt she had really tried her best, but everyone in the village had lived there since birth, and she simply couldn't persuade them.

She tried to tempt them with delicious food, but even though they could eat better food in the south, the elves felt they couldn't just abandon their homeland.

"If apologies were enough, would there be any need for the goddess to exist?" Carlos sneered. "You'd better think about what to do next; we're not going to stay here forever."

Is it reasonable for a demon to talk about a goddess?

Frillie turned her head away, a small surge of anger rising within her.

However, according to the other party, there are at least ten other demons with similar strength to him, and this is under the premise of one-on-one combat. If it were a group fight, that would be a different story.

During this period, Frilian sparred with Carlos a few more times, and as a result, she had lost all confidence in protecting everyone.

Without any restrictions, Frillian couldn't even last a single round against Carlos, and in a one-on-one fight, he only needed to keep using saturation magic attacks on her to quickly exhaust her magic power.

We can't win, we simply can't win...

"Don't wait until it's too late to regret it." Seeing Frilian's reaction, Carlos realized that his tone was a bit harsh, so he softened it a little before looking back at the group of new chefs.

"Don't be lazy!"

Sylvia wanted to stay there and remain a silent, waiting figure, but her sleeve was gently tugged.

Turning her head, she saw that it was Frilian gesturing for her to go out.

"What's wrong, Ms. Frilian?" Sylvia asked politely, knowing she was the weakest among them.

"I want to ask you something quietly, about that thing you wanted to say earlier but were interrupted about..." Frillian whispered to Sylvia, "What does 'it's okay even if you don't move out' mean?"

Now that she's realized she can't protect everyone, she has to find other ways.

Upon hearing this, Sylvia thought back for a while before finally understanding that Frilian was referring to what happened a month ago when she first arrived here.

"In that case... you should remember Carlos's weakened state when he first arrived here, right?"

"Hmm, what's wrong with this?" Frilian asked, puzzled.

She only realized later just how much magical power Carlos possessed at full power; it was something she simply couldn't contend with.

"He may have a method, but using it would leave him in that weakened state, which is why he didn't want me to tell him back then, right?" Sylvia offered a conjecture, although she thought the probability was practically zero.

Because Sylvie didn't believe Carlos would give up helping others because of this issue.

"But he should be able to recover in half a month, right? And even in that state, he was very strong. Wait a minute..." Frillian realized something and pondered, "If it were me, I probably wouldn't unconditionally lend a helping hand to an unfamiliar village, but that doesn't make sense either. Wasn't he very opposed to the demon invasion?"

Judging from the attitude the other party has shown, it is not impossible that they would provide them with free assistance.

Frillie began to brainstorm, but she couldn't figure out how Carlos's brain circuits worked.

She found it unbelievable that she had actually dared to try to guess the thoughts of a demon.

"Hmm... I don't know about that."

Sylvia remembered something she had been concerned about for a long time, something she had already asked her master and grandmaster about, but neither of them had confirmed it with Carlos himself. "There's no use thinking about it here. Let's find an opportunity to ask him directly later!"

Perfect timing! She could use Frilian's situation to test Carlos's true thoughts.