Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

The next day, Carlos woke up on a bed made of dead leaves and ferns. He got up quietly and looked at the other side of the room. Vlame was lying on the same bed. She was sleeping in a normal position, but at least she didn't fall off the bed.

The two slept in Celia's room.

Carlos originally wanted to build two small houses on the spot, but unfortunately, he lacked experience in this area. Although he knew that mortise and tenon joints should be used, how to implement them was a problem.

Why not just sleep in a ready-made house, a perfect shelter from the wind and rain, all you need to do is make a bed?

Without yawning, Carlos went to the river outside to wash up.

I'm going to town today to buy daily necessities.

After a while, Vlamé also appeared here. She yawned, glanced at Carlos who was doing push-ups by the river, picked up a wooden cup, scooped up a spoonful of river water, and began to wash up.

Neither of them paid any attention to the other.

Upon seeing Vlamé appear, Carlos exerted his strength and sprang to his feet.

Regular push-ups offer him very little help now, as he usually has to carry weights.

Otherwise, doing regular push-ups all the time will not only improve your endurance, but also be a waste of time.

Carlos returned to the house, took out the roast chicken that had been frozen the night before. The ice had melted a little. He went back to the riverbank, used [Flight Magic] to manipulate some of the river water, and then used [Fire Magic] to heat it up and thaw it.

I should have made stewed whole chicken yesterday.

Carlos belatedly realized that he had been short on time yesterday, so his decision to make roast chicken was understandable.

When Vlamé finished washing up and returned to the house, Carlos had already done everything.

On the large table were half a roast chicken, bread, and hot water. Carlos sat on one side, munching on bread, his gaze fixed on the room where Celia slept.

Vlame sat on the farthest side, where the breakfast food was placed. She silently picked up a piece of bread, took a bite, and then ate some leftover roast duck from yesterday.

Good firewood, easy to dry!

Her small brows furrowed involuntarily. She quickly drank some water and secretly glanced at Carlos, then breathed a sigh of relief when she realized he hadn't noticed her actions.

and many more.

Vlame belatedly realized that this was why Carlos had been secretly watching her all day yesterday.

It turns out it was because she didn't want herself to find out.

Unfortunately, she always found out.

Unlike himself, Carlos hadn't noticed him at all just now.

Vlame was smugly thinking about it, but she didn't realize that in her mind she had changed her address for the other person from "that demon" to "Carlos".

After breakfast, Vlame diligently took on the role of logistics manager, picked up a chicken bone and ran to the place where Carlos had dumped the trash the night before, threw it away, and then went to the river to wash the two water-filled cups.

After finishing all this and returning to the house, Carlos still kept looking towards Celia's room.

Vlamé returned to his seat and began to wait patiently.

10 minute has passed...

30 minute has passed...

An hour has passed...

Vlamé went from being quiet at the beginning to scratching his head in frustration later on.

Carlos then spoke up:

"How about... you go and wake Celia up?"

"Why should I go?" Vlame retorted instinctively, her previously restless body suddenly calming down.

"My identity... isn't appropriate?"

Carlos ignored Vlame's rebuttal and continued to present the facts, saying, "You are her disciple, much closer to her than I am."

Let Vlamé wake her up; even if Celie is grumpy in the morning, she won't take it out on herself.

He is still using the [Light Interference Magic] continuously.

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you."

Vlame propped himself up on his arms and jumped off the chair, ran to Celia's room, and knocked on the door with the back of his hand:

"Master? Time to get up, Master!"

no respond.

So Vlame knocked on the door again, this time louder than before.

A child's voice is extremely piercing, and soon Celia inside couldn't take it anymore.

The door opened, and Celia slowly emerged, rubbing her sleepy eyes and mumbling indistinctly:

"Honestly, why get up so early..."

Afterwards, she was pushed by Vlame to the river to wash up, and a piece of bread was stuffed into her mouth.

Carlos kept his eyes straight ahead, pretending not to see anything, and the memory slipped smoothly from his cerebral cortex without leaving a trace.

The three headed to a path in the forest and flagged down a horse-drawn carriage.

"Master, it's time to pay." Vlame nudged Celia with his elbow, even though the other hadn't started teaching him how to use magic yet.

"I didn't bring it." Celia said without even looking for it.

"Didn't bring any money?" Carlos repeated her words, his tone incredulous.

She was the one who suggested taking a carriage.

"I couldn't help it, Vlame pushed me out too fast, and I forgot to bring it," Celia said with an expression that showed she didn't feel apologetic at all.

The coachman overheard the conversation between the three and then found an opportunity to interject.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money. This must be a magician, right?" Carlos noticed that the coachman was looking into Celie's ear as he said this.

"Yes." Celia did not deny it.

"That's right, I'm a merchant from [Tiyua], and my passing through here was just by chance."

The driver paused, then continued:

"I wonder if you could tutor my child? She's always asking to learn magic, but as you know, magicians are rare. This is the first time I've met one, so..."

Carlos and Vlamé both turned to look at Seria.

"No." Celia said without hesitation, "Not everyone is worthy of my teaching of magic."

The coachman looked disappointed upon hearing this.

Nevertheless, he would still choose to give the three of them a ride, not only because it would be a good deed, but also because having a mage in the car would make the journey much safer.

Even within the territory of a unified empire, danger still exists in this world.

However, Celia continued:

"But my disciple can teach your daughter."

"Disciple?" The coachman looked at Carlos.

After all, if we're talking about who Celie's disciple is, this one looks much more like her than the even smaller loli next to her.

Carlos gestured to the coachman with his eyes, and then looked at Vlamé.

"Master, I haven't learned magic from you yet!" Vlame said, half happy and half worried.

She was happy because she could become Lady Celie's disciple.

The worry is that Celia, the current master, is not living up to her title.

"It's alright, since we'll be staying there for a while," Celia said nonchalantly. "Or do you want to stay in the forest with me?"

Upon hearing this, Carlos looked at Celia in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Celia looked back at Carlos.

She had seen this in a parenting book written by humans in the mythical era yesterday, which said that humans are social animals, so she decided to change locations.

"No, there's nothing wrong with what you said."

"Ha, they have no respect for me at all."

Celia shook her head and boarded the carriage first, followed closely by Vlame, with Carlos being the last.

The coachman cracked his whip, leading the three of them on the road to Tiyua.