Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

Carlos did not answer Graosam's question, nor did he have time to pay attention to it.

He continuously gathered the surrounding blood and precisely manipulated it into two parts: the majority was used to defend the surroundings, while the remaining portion belonging to Sylvia was used for healing.

Apart from his tattered clothes, Carlos's body showed no signs of injury, healing as smoothly as when he was cut in half at the waist by Mahat, although that had revealed his special ability to Mahat back then.

However, all of these have become irrelevant.

What truly made Carlos frown now was the girl in front of him.

Although he had successfully stopped the blood loss with the Blood Manipulation Magic, no matter how Carlos filled the gaps in the other's body with blood, the blood could not be transformed into the missing part of the flesh.

"..."

Blood Magic is a type of magic used by demons.

Carlos suddenly realized this.

He can use this magic to fill the gaps in his own body, and even use it to manipulate the blood of others outside his body, but he cannot use [Blood Manipulation Magic] to fill the human body.

After all, demons and humans only have similar appearances, but their internal structures are completely different.

Blood Magic, which belongs to the Demon race, is powerless against this.

"Are you saving me?" Sylvia's weak voice came from his hand, making his heart tremble.

"Hmm." Carlos nodded immediately, then spoke softly, "Don't talk anymore, you're in a bad situation right now."

Since Blood Magic cannot directly save lives, the focus should be on how to restore normal bodily functions so that life can continue.

"Since I still have a chance to speak at the end, let me say a few more words." Sylvia slowly shook her head, revealing a pale smile. "I'm sorry to have shown you such an ugly side of me at the end."

"How could that be? It's not ugly at all." Carlos quickly shook his head, his vision inexplicably blurring. Then, he stared blankly at the liquid dripping onto the other person's body.

What is this...?

"So demons...can shed tears too? This is the first time I've ever seen one."

Sylvia slowly raised her arm, and Carlos immediately leaned his head closer so that she could touch his face.

"Thank you." Sylvia's voice grew even weaker as she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, her fingers trembling. "If there's a next life, I hope you'll still like me..."

"I will..."

Sylvia laughed because Carlos's voice trembled in a way she had never heard before.

It's good to see him like this before he dies... but in the end, I still can't bear to part with him.

But that's all we can do.

Carlos held Sylvia in his arms, and he could clearly feel the life energy of the body in his arms draining away. At the same time, magic was like a bottle full of water with a hole in it, constantly leaking out.

This was only after he had done everything in his power to stop it.

Finally, Carlos realized that all the magic he possessed so far was powerless to reverse the situation.

—Then we can only maintain the status quo.

Anger, born from helplessness, rises uncontrollably from the depths of my heart.

He didn't know whether it was because of his breach of trust or because of his lack of ability.

But since he had someone to vent to, he knew what he had to do.

All around him, Grao Sam, who had not received an answer from him, continued to approach him silently.

Meanwhile, the other demons had already launched their offensive again. With two great demons and two generals, a single blood magic spell was simply not enough to stop them. At this moment, the defenses built of blood were just one step away from collapsing.

Carlos silently rose, holding Sylvia in his arms, whose expression had frozen.

However, her body was shining brightly under the sunlight, and the dazzling gold caused the other demons present to change their expressions drastically.

"How is this possible?!"

"Bang--!"

There was no time to escape. The two demon generals who chose melee combat had already turned into two golden eagles and fell from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

"Why didn't I include the [All Things Turn to Gold Magic]?"

Carlos stepped toward the other three demons, muttering to himself. Boundless rage was gradually consuming his mind, which he could not suppress and did not want to suppress. "This magic could have guaranteed her absolute safety."

Because it's risky to use it during a battle, and since gold transformation takes time and spreads, it's better to use the [Spatial Transfer Magic] he left behind after launching a counterattack to escape.

After all, protecting Sylvie and Vlame is different from protecting the village, because they are capable of fighting. Becoming gold would deprive them of the possibility of fighting back, putting them in a disadvantageous position.

That was what Carlos had originally thought, but now he deeply regretted not considering the many other possibilities.

As he stood up, everything around him began to rapidly turn golden, starting from Carlos's feet.

"Why didn't I use the [All Things Turn to Gold] magic in the beginning? If I had used it then, I would have had a chance to save her directly, and things wouldn't have turned out like this."

Carlos's expression gradually turned cold.

He has now completely forgotten the rules he once set for himself regarding which magic should be used and which should not.

In the distance, the three remaining demons were desperately trying to escape.

"How is this possible? Not only does he possess Blood Magic, he even knows Mahat's All Things Turn to Gold Magic! How come I've never seen him use it before!"

As one of the demons fled, he quickly whispered, "If I had known he knew this magic, I would never have come to interfere!"

Mahat has long been renowned within the demon race. Aside from getting two powerful demons who counter him to cooperate closely, his [All Things Turn to Gold Magic] alone would be enough to render them helpless.

So, upon seeing that iconic gold color, Graosam practically turned and ran. After all, he knew perfectly well that while his magic could counter Mahat, it couldn't counter Carlos at all.

Because Carlos was not afraid of his mental magic, Graosam originally thought that his innate magic was related to the mental aspect, but he just went astray later.

Looking back now, what did I mean by going down the wrong path? It was just a guy who could steal demon magic!

"There's no point in talking about this now, let's split up and run!" another demon growled in a low voice. However, the next second, all three demons simultaneously stopped using [flight magic] to escape.

Because Carlos's figure appeared before them at some unknown time, and just happened to be in front of them.

"[Spatial Transfer Magic]..." Glaosam's voice was calm but tinged with bitterness. "I felt its fluctuations just now. I thought it was my imagination, but it seems I was overthinking it."

It's the same kind of demonic magic, yet they've even learned this...

"After all, what's done is done, and this spell requires time to activate. There's no point in activating a meaningless spell, so I stopped it," Carlos said with emotion. "I thought I could save her later."

Although the voice was as usual, all the demons present could hear the anger hidden within it.

"Why are we saying all this now? The three of us working together, what are we afraid of if it's just him?" The demon who spoke last, driven to desperation, became fierce. "So what if it's the [All Things Turn to Gold Magic]? I just tested it, and my [Disintegration Magic] might just break it! As long as we drag this battle into a war of attrition, we'll be the ones to win!"

"I see. So even if I used the [All Things Turn to Gold] spell back then, it wouldn't have worked?"

Hearing his undisguised words, Carlos's face immediately darkened. "You deserve to die!"

"Protect me!" the demon shouted, his figure flashing. "We have to run back! As long as we can use that woman to hold him off, we'll definitely win!"