Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

"I'm leaving today. Time really flies."

Standing outside the village, Vlame watched as Frilian reluctantly said goodbye to her parents and couldn't help but sigh, "I still remember what happened the day we first arrived here, but now when I think back on it, it feels like it happened just yesterday."

"Master has been corrupted by Grandmaster. If this continues, he'll get old very quickly!" Sylvia said in a teasing tone.

"Really?" Vlame smiled at her. "But you and I are the same age. If I get old, it means you get old too."

Sylvia immediately covered her ears. "Ah, I don't want to hear it!"

"They're so energetic," Carlos said with a smile, watching their playful antics.

An elf approached him.

I will miss you.

"By the time you come back, I'll already be a master chef."

"You'll definitely see me in a new light."

During this time, the elves who had learned cooking from Carlos bid him farewell one by one.

"I'll be looking forward to it," Carlos replied to each one.

After a while, seeing that Frillie still showed no sign of leaving, Vlamé urged her:

"Frilian, hurry up, we're all waiting for you."

"Okay..." Frillie finally pulled away from her mother's embrace, tears welling in her eyes. "Mom, I really have to go now."

"Yes, go ahead." The mother's expression was neither joyful nor sad; she seemed more relieved that Frillie was about to grow up.

"Actually, while we were waiting, I had an idea," Carlos said to Celia, putting down the luggage he was carrying. "Does Master have any magic that can record this moment? That way, Frilian can watch her parents' images and cry her heart out anytime, anywhere on the road ahead."

"I'm not going to cry!" Frilian protested, her gaze fixed on Celia.

Seria thought for a moment, then nodded. "I do have magic with a similar effect."

"Let's begin then," Carlos said.

Frillie's parents stood there nervously. "What should we do?"

"Just stand still, let me think..." Celia didn't refuse. She casually picked up a leaf from the ground, and the next second, images of Frilian's parents appeared on it.

"If it's a leaf, it won't last very long, and the colors of the image will also be affected by the leaf itself," Carlos commented after examining the leaf for a while.

Sylvia nodded and pondered, "In other words, if we want to preserve images for a long time, we need an object that is resistant to wear and tear and whose colors are not too vibrant."

"I do know where to find this." Frilian hurriedly ran towards the village.

"Should we come along?" Sylvia asked loudly.

"No need, I can manage on my own!" Frilline said loudly without turning her head. "Villine will be shy!"

So he was going to find her... Sylvia stopped in her tracks, no longer wanting to follow him.

The wait was rather long this time.

However, when Frilian returned, several thin silver pieces were floating in front of her. The silver pieces were surrounded by wood on one side and the other side was completely sealed together, which showed that the owner was very skilled when making them.

"This... should work, right?" Frilian said breathlessly.

"You should work on your physical strength." Carlos took the silver plate wrapped in wood. "Hmm, quite good, looks like it was just made."

He turned to Celia, "Use it up there."

【Photo Magic】

This is the name of the magic that Celie uses.

This is not some remarkable magic. It may still be passed down in some regions today, but in most areas it has disappeared, at least that's Vlame's assessment.

However, none of this matters to Celia, because as long as she lives, these magic spells that carry the wisdom of humanity in the past will not be truly lost.

Later, Frillie received a picture of her parents, which she carefully tucked away in a corner of her carry-on suitcase.

"Since there are still so many left, why don't we make a record of them?" Sylvia looked at the remaining silver pieces that Frilian had brought. "I feel like they'll become precious memories in the future."

"Actually, this material isn't very good. We'll have something more suitable to record it when we get to the human town," Carlos said, stroking the edge of the wood next to the silver plate.

This location is mainly for Frillie's needs, since her parents can't come with them, so they can only use the available materials to record footage here.

But they could have taken a photo together later.

"Hmm—" Sylvia disagreed. She said, "I want to film now, and I want to film later too."

"OK."

Carlos didn't insist. Since the item was already there, he could just let Celia do a little more work.

"Master, why are you walking away?" At this moment, Vlamede stopped Celia, who was walking forward.

Celia turned around in confusion. "Should I come with you too?"

"Of course!" Vlame pulled her back. "You're our master, how can you not come with us?"

So the five of them gathered together, with Celia standing in the center, Carlos to her left, whose left hand was pulled over and placed on his head by Sylvie, and Vlame to Celia's right, who was also touching Frilian's little head, making it look like a symmetrical arrangement with the left side.

As for their expressions, Celia remained unmoved, while Vlame and Sylvie laughed quite happily, Carlos had a faint smile, and only Frilian looked unhappy.

This image was recorded onto the remaining silver plate.

(Specific positions in the footage: Freen, Vlame, Selena, Carlos, Sylvie)

(Height ranking: Celia < Frillie < Sylvie ≤ Vlame < Carlos)

"I will keep it safe!" Sylvia said excitedly as she looked at the image on the silver plate.

"So where can you keep it? You still have to obediently put it in the magical tool." Carlos opened the box helplessly.

"I can punch a hole in it and put a chain on it to wear around my neck!"

Are you sure you want the wood to make contact with the skin in front of you?

"It seems so..." Sylvia felt the texture of the wood and immediately dismissed her previous thought.

Although the surface looks quite smooth, it still feels a bit prickly.

"So it's best to go to town and buy something more suitable for recording." Carlos took the silver discs with images from her hand, put them into the box, closed it again, and picked it up.

Frillie's parents had already left, seemingly not wanting Frillie to have any lingering feelings. The silver-haired elf hung her head, looking listless and dispirited.

"Let's go," Vlame said.