Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

"I'm sorry, as you know, I lack some common sense."

Out of a desire to hide himself from humans, Carlos has always maintained the habit of concealing his magical power.

It wasn't until Celia pointed this out that he finally let go of his long-hidden magic.

"Lacking common sense..."

Seeing Carlos still kneeling on one knee before her, showing no sign of resistance, Celia finally waved her hand:

"Get up. I won't kill you for that reason."

"real?"

"real."

Carlos got up.

Although it had only been a short time since they last met, Celia gave him a very pure feeling; if she said it was true, then it was true.

"Thanks."

Facing Seria, whose strength far surpassed his own and who was probably not friendly towards demons, Carlos felt that his words of thanks were absolutely necessary.

"Then tell me, where does this magic power of yours come from?"

Although she had just said she wouldn't kill him for such a reason, the magical power emanating from Carlos was clearly abnormal. Given his outrageous behavior just now, Celia felt that the answer to this question would probably surprise her again.

"This number has been around since I was born, and it seems like nothing has changed in the six years since." Carlos felt like he was being interrogated, but unfortunately, it wasn't a blind date.

Are they born demons?

Celia felt that Carlos was hiding something from her, but she didn't know how to ask right away, so she gave up.

After all, the other person is someone who lacks common sense.

"Let's just say that's how it is." Celia waved her hand. "Now, use [Flight Magic] to take me and Volame away."

"Uh... I've never had this experience before."

Carlos was quite embarrassed. He lowered his voice and said, "How about I try it first?"

"Okay, then you can try it on me."

Celia had absolute confidence in her own strength. Even though Carlos possessed magic power comparable to that of a great demon, to her he was no different from an ordinary demon.

Carlos calmed his mind; this was the first time he had used [Flight Magic] on another living being.

Hopefully, nothing goes wrong.

Swaying, Celia felt a sense of weightlessness.

She took flight.

After that, everything was smooth, and the shaking that occurred during takeoff never happened again.

"It's simpler than I imagined."

Wiping non-existent sweat from his forehead, Carlos continued, "I feel my potential is far greater than this; I should be able to manipulate many more people together."

As he said this, he secretly glanced at Vlame.

"No way, I just want Master to carry me." Vlamé keenly noticed Carlos's gaze and then decisively refused him.

Carlos didn't object, but nodded: "That works too."

Using [flight magic], the three of them returned to Celie's residence with the help of the last rays of the sun on the horizon.

It is an area in an ancient forest, shrouded in magic that prevents it from being detected.

Carlos secretly observed the magic used by Celie, who was leading the way. He knew she was aware that he was watching her, but Celie clearly didn't care.

"arrive."

What came into Carlos's view was a stone building that stood out from the surrounding forest, its exterior carved with ornate patterns, looking magnificent and imposing.

Vlame and Carlos silently followed Seria into the room, which was surrounded by densely packed books on all sides. Apart from that, there was only a large chair big enough for a person to sit cross-legged on with room to spare.

Celia sat down in the chair, and as if she could read Carlos's mind, she crossed her legs, rested her right hand on her knee, propped her chin up, and just looked at them.

"Uh..." Carlos was about to speak when Celia interrupted him.

Why do you keep starting your sentences with "uh..."?

"I'm used to it. If you hate it, I'll change this habit."

"fine."

Celia shook her head. She wasn't usually that curious, but now she was paying a little attention to Carlos, which led her to ask such a question.

"Please continue."

"I'd like to ask where we're staying tonight, and also, what are we having for dinner?"

From Carlos's observation, although the place was large, apart from being filled with books, there was only one other room, which most likely belonged to Celie.

So where do he and Vlame live?

And doesn't this elf eat dinner?

"Take care of it yourself, I don't want to move. Remember to bring my portion for dinner."

Seria had already picked up a magic book and started reading it, without even glancing at Carlos and Vlame below the stage.

Are they treating him like a babysitter?

But how about putting yourself in Vlamé's company?

Carlos glanced at the little girl beside him out of the corner of his eye, but he looked away as soon as he met Vlamé's gaze.

I'm a little hesitant to watch.

Enough, enough, it's best not to say anything more.

He nodded slightly, and regardless of whether Celia could see him or not, he left the room.

As for escaping? Just now, when he and Seria used [Flight Magic] to fly at low altitude, the other party placed a location spell on them.

Moreover, he didn't really want to escape.

Where else can we go outside?

Go to the demon realm?

He now knows that demons eat people, and as a former human, Carlos cannot imagine himself treating humans as food.

So, will you continue to infiltrate human villages as before?

But what can he do? Deception is deception. He can't live a normal life as he was. Once he's discovered, all his efforts will be in vain, and he'll have to start running away again.

Here, both Seria and Vlame know their true identities as demons. Although he is currently hiding his horns with magic at Seria's request, this is fundamentally different.

He is here as a demon.

Carlos ignored Vlame, who was following behind him, and used his [Flight Magic] to move the withered leaves around him.

For the first time in a long time, Carlos marveled inwardly at how convenient and quick magic was, because in the human villages he had previously used brooms to sweep.

After gathering enough fallen leaves and branches, Carlos picked a few more trees of moderate size, but when he stood in front of them, he suddenly realized a problem.

Oh no, I don't have an axe.

I don't know any magic related to cutting down trees.

Without considering asking Celie for help, Carlos pondered for a moment and began to recall the magic the demons in the previous village had used on him.

"Ice?" he murmured to himself.

Invisible water vapor in the air began to be drawn by an inexplicable force, slowly condensing in Carlos's hand.

An axe made of ice appeared.