Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

Before winter was completely over, Herdo's caravan set off on its journey.

Aside from uncontrollable factors like the cold wave, he seems to be a businessman who values ​​time highly.

"Achoo—!"

One morning, in a five-person carriage, Frillie sneezed after waking up and wrapped herself tightly in her sleeping bag as if she felt cold.

"Isolate immediately," Carlos, who had already woken up, calmly issued the order.

"It can't be that bad," Vlame said, both amused and exasperated, while Sylvia was already using her [Diagnostic Magic] on Frilian.

"It's just a common cold, nothing to worry about." This was the conclusion Sylvia reached after her magical diagnosis.

"Goddess magic..." Carlos murmured, glancing at Celia almost imperceptibly.

No matter how powerful one's skills are in the realm of magic, once faced with the unreasonable magic of a goddess, one can only admit defeat.

The greater one's magical skill, the more one will appreciate this difference.

To put it simply, for ordinary people, seeing the goddess's magic is like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky, while for magicians like them who have already achieved a certain level of skill in magic, seeing the goddess's magic is like an ant seeing the blue sky.

The gap is so huge that they are practically two completely different fields.

Seria seemed to notice Carlos's gaze and looked at him, while Carlos immediately shifted his gaze to Frilian and Sylvie, pretending that he hadn't done anything.

"It's so uncomfortable..." Frillie remained huddled in her sleeping bag, too exhausted to pay attention to the stares around her.

"So weak," Carlos said mercilessly.

"There's nothing I can do. I've always stayed in the village. This is the first time I've ever been out here so far away..." Frillian muttered softly, her voice thick with dissatisfaction, as if her nose was already stuffy.

"Sylvia is the same, but you're the only one who caught a cold." Carlos pressed his advantage, showing absolutely no intention of taking revenge.

"Alright, alright, the most important thing now is Ms. Frillie's health. Even if it's just a common cold, we need to take it seriously." Sylvia ended the farce. "However, none of the goddess magic we've discovered so far can directly cure a cold. It basically still has to rely on medicine, but I don't have the relevant knowledge..."

After all, she was just a new nun.

As she spoke, Sylvia looked at Celia, clearly believing that the person most likely to possess the relevant knowledge among those present was her master.

"I have a herbal notebook here that should be helpful." However, it was Vlamé who took out a thick book from his luggage.

"Huh? How come Master has something like this?" Sylvia took the notebook from her hand, surprised that Vlamé would have such a thing.

"It was given to me by people from the church. They had a premonition that this would happen after they knew we were going on a long trip." Vlame sighed. "You'll have to find a chance to thank them properly later."

"Understood, Master." Sylvia had already found the corresponding treatment for the common cold in her notes. "Let me see what medicinal materials are available around here... The main ingredient, the mushrooms from near the roots of the Icicle Cherry tree? What's an Icicle Cherry tree?"

She looked completely confused.

"It's a plant that grows in remote places and blooms in winter," Celia explained nonchalantly. "There is indeed an ice cherry tree nearby, but even if it's nearby, it takes quite a while to get there and back."

The caravan wouldn't stay put to wait for them; even if they did, it was only to do them a favor.

"Then let me come along too," Carlos said immediately upon hearing this. "I can use [Flight Magic] to take you all with me. As long as Master points out the way and Sylvia gathers herbs along the way, that should be fine."

As for how to get back? That's even simpler. As fellow mages, as long as one of them is willing to let the other find their location, then neither will get lost.

Moreover, Vlame also has the positioning magic cast by Celie on her.

"What a hassle." Celia showed no intention of leaving, and it was only after Vlamé's pleading that she reluctantly agreed.

Vlame waved to the three people leaving the carriage, "Then I'll stay here with Frilian and wait for your good news."

"I'll leave Ms. Frillie under Master's protection." Sylvia nodded, and under the protection of the [Concealment] spell, they flew towards the location of the icicles that Seria had pointed out.

"I'm saying," Carlos's voice became somewhat muffled in the low air, "Why are we in this position?"

"Because it's so cold, let me use your body to shelter from the wind."

Sylvia leaned against his back and chuckled as she spoke, while Celia shrank even further back, though in a better position where she was unlikely to be touched by even a gust of cold wind along the way.

"Ah, here, here, this medicinal herb is also needed."

"Fly higher, I see it!"

Along the way, Sylvia frequently directed Carlos to change direction, collecting all the necessary medicinal herbs he noticed.

"I wonder when I'll be able to learn [flying magic]," Sylvia said with a hint of envy. "Those places that looked so difficult to climb up are now so easy to access."

"Trust your master. I've already promised to let her research [flight magic] later." Carlos was still optimistic about it. "[Flight magic] isn't even considered magic to me. I believe humanity will be able to decipher it sooner or later."

"Ugh... It always makes me feel a little bad when you say things like that."

Hearing Carlos deliberately separate the word "human" inevitably reminded Sylvia of that cruel reality, and the joy she had felt from being able to act together dissipated considerably.

"This isn't something you should be thinking about right now." Carlos's gaze suddenly caught a glimpse of a dreamlike color. "Look, what's that?"

"Um?"

Hearing Carlos's voice, and following the direction he pointed, Sylvia saw an extremely large tree standing there.

Each of its branches seems to be encased in transparent ice crystals, cascading down like a waterfall. The midday sun refracts a pink and white halo on it, making it seem like a cherry blossom that will never wither or fall.

"So beautiful..." Sylvia was mesmerized.

"Hmm." Carlos also thought it was quite beautiful.

"What's so pretty about it?" Celia found it strange. She had seen the icicle cherry blossoms before, so why didn't she have such a strong reaction back then?

She glanced over there briefly, and for some reason, Celia had the same thought as them.

Icicle cherry blossoms, are they really this beautiful?