Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

"Waaaaah, Sylvia, how did things turn out like this..."

Outside, Frilian knelt on the ground, clinging to Sylvia's leg, crying pathetically, "My mom and dad don't want me anymore, and Celia won't let me become an apprentice. I can't go anywhere, waaaah—"

Frillie's crying was so loud that it reached Carlos's ears, making him want to say something.

But then... he looked at Sylvia, the girl was showing a maternal glow to Frilian and gently stroking her little head.

How could Carlos possibly voice his accusations?

"Why don't you worship me? It's pretty much the same anyway," he said helplessly.

"No, it would be so embarrassing if word got out that I'd become a disciple of a demon, waaaah..." Frilian immediately replied, then continued to cry.

"No!" Sylvia replied to him at the same time.

Carlos rolled his eyes at Sylvia, not understanding what was so jealous about, and then continued:

"Then who else do you want to worship? I'm not suitable, Celia didn't agree, and you probably wouldn't like Sylvia, so that leaves only Volameh, right?"

Although Vlamé was weaker than Frilian, she didn't seem to have a better choice.

Sigh, it's just a title.

"Hey, what do you mean by looking down on me?" Sylvia said angrily, her cheeks puffed out.

Carlos ignored her and instead looked at Frillie, who was clinging to her leg: "Have you taken a fancy to her?"

Frillie shook her head as she cried.

"I kindly let you vent your emotions here, and this is how you treat me? I'm about to cry too!"

However, contrary to what she said, what Carlos saw in Sylvia was a slight upturn of the corners of her mouth, which would occasionally twitch downwards as if she was trying desperately to suppress it.

"If you're happy, just laugh it off, you who likes to be bullied by me." Carlos shook his head, but a smile was also on his face.

"No, no, I didn't!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Suddenly, Frillie stopped crying.

"You two just made me feel a little uncomfortable."

"Weren't you crying? Why are you listening to us?" Carlos asked curiously.

Frillie: "..."

"I'm really going to cry for three days and three nights..."

"This tactic only works on people who care about you," Carlos replied rather ruthlessly. "Obviously, we don't care. Do as you please."

"Is that so?" Frillie stopped crying. She finally realized that the two people next to her were actually just watching her make a fool of herself.

"What are you two talking about? You've been making so much noise since earlier." Vlame came out of the house, finding the scene somewhat amusing. "Frilian, you're always welcome here if you'd like."

"All right."

Frilian reluctantly became Volamere's student, while Volamere readily accepted.

"Honestly, they're all so difficult." Vlame shook his head helplessly, not caring at all about Frilian's rudeness.

Carlos reminded her, "Don't forget that you and Sylvie are the same age."

He always forgets this fact when they're together, mainly because the difference in their feelings towards him is too great.

Sylvie still looked like a child, while Vlamé looked like a mature adult.

"Oh? Is that so?" Frilian looked at Sylvieka on the left and Volame on the right.

Sure enough, she couldn't see this fact at all.

"If you ever feel like being pampered, you can go to Sylvie," Carlos said to Vlame with a smile.

Vlame coughed twice: "I am her master."

Sylvia glared at Carlos shyly, wondering what kind of talk he was giving.

"There's no necessary connection between the two, so don't worry, even if I see it, I won't tell anyone," Carlos said, indicating that it was all a secret within their small circle.

"this……"

Vlame hesitated.

Just as Carlos said, in the end she was just a girl the same age as Sylvia, how could she suddenly become so mature?

In reality, she was just putting on an act like an adult should.

"Where is the magic that was supposed to protect the village?"

Just then, Frilian spoke up to interrupt their conversation, which made Vlamé breathe a sigh of relief.

I almost lost face in front of my newly accepted disciples.

"That's true, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can recover our magic." Carlos remembered that he had indeed said something like that, so he said, "I need a medium to store magic."

"There's a well at the village entrance, can we store our belongings there?"

"No, you still need that well, but you won't be able to use it after I cast the spell." Carlos decisively ruled out this option.

"Then I'll go and call someone over."

After saying that, Frilian ran off to find someone.

"Have you decided to use that kind of magic here as well?" Even without asking, Vlame could glean this information from their conversation.

"After all, this is something I promised before." Carlos looked helpless. "I've come to a profound realization that I should say such things less often in the future."

"I really like that you keep your word," Sylvia added from the side.

"Don't try to praise me whenever you have the chance, or I'll feel embarrassed."

"Really?"

"Fake."

"You're behaving like a little kid right now," Vlame laughed, then suddenly paused, counting on her fingers one by one. "Wait a minute, I remember when we first met, you told your master that it was the sixth year of your life, which means..."

She calculated a number.

"You're only 12 years old?"

"Huh?" This was the first time Sylvia had heard this news. She looked utterly incredulous. "You mean, my master is only 12 years old?"

"Ahem..." Carlos was a little embarrassed.

"Isn't he still a little brother?" Sylvia stretched out her arms and opened them to him. "Come on, little brother, come into big sister's arms~"

"Stop joking around. You should know that this age is all fake." Carlos brushed her hand away. "I used to treat you all like daughters, but I never expected that you would turn out like this."

"Why not? You seem to be about the same age as other people my age," Sylvia said, sounding aggrieved.

I advise you to have some self-respect.

"Huh? Don't you like it when I'm throwing myself at you like this?" She tilted her head and blinked.

Carlos looked away. "Don't try to act cute on purpose!"

"I only do this to you?!" Sylvia exclaimed in surprise.

If sexiness didn't fall short of cuteness, he wouldn't have chosen to accept this!

Cute, adorable, and so on...

"..."

"..."

...That's really great!

"That's possible."

As soon as Carlos finished speaking, Sylvia laughed.

"Then I'll work even harder from now on," she said. "And you're not allowed to get discouraged. As for your problem, we'll figure out a solution together later."