Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

Meeting Carlos's expectant gaze, Vlame sighed inwardly, knowing that the other's heart was already in turmoil.

She's not a monk, so how would she know about such things?

"I'm not entirely sure, but as long as the person isn't dead, there's still hope, right?"

Vlame softened his voice as much as possible, as if soothingly saying, "Now, let's restore the city to its original state first, so that it can resume its normal operations. Then we can go to the restored church to find monks to treat Sylvia, okay?"

Just as he was guiding a child, Vlame provided specific behavioral steps one by one.

"Okay." Carlos nodded.

The next second, except for Sylvia, the golden luster covering the surface of the rest of the area receded like a tide, returning to its original state.

Once the gold embellishment is removed, the scene becomes horrific, with pieces of flesh scattered everywhere, stagnant blood resuming its flow, and a foul stench emanating from it, making anyone encountering such a scene for the first time feel nauseous.

Frillie frowned and put her hand on Celie's shoulder with a look of discomfort.

The undisguised blood and mangled flesh were a sight she had never seen before, so cruel.

"How disgusting..." Frillie suppressed her nausea.

The more she interacted with Carlos, the more she developed a biased view of demons.

But now, that filter has been ruthlessly shattered before our eyes.

Because this scene before us was created by the demons.

"Excuse me, um..." Hedin walked up to them, pointed to Carlos walking beside Vlame not far ahead, and asked in a low voice, "Is he a demon?"

"They are special demons," Celia explained to Carlos, then said no more.

Carlos didn't hear them, but Vlamé did.

"You need to cover your horns back up," Vlame whispered to Carlos, "otherwise they'll all be scared away when they see them."

Carlos did not react; he simply continued carrying Sylvia's body toward the church.

Then Vlame continued, "If you don't cover yourself, the monks won't receive you, because they are human, and then Sylvia won't be able to get treatment from them."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Carlos pause for a moment, and then the horn disappeared from her sight.

Vlame felt like he was doing some kind of educational work for a child. If he could keep Carlos hooked up with the honey called Sylvia, he could probably control him to do anything.

However, Vlamé would not do such a thing.

The two arrived at the church, followed by Celia and Frilian. As for the mess at the city gate, they left it to Alden and the others to handle. Celia didn't care, and Frilian couldn't care less.

The monks in the church were startled when they saw the group of people approaching, mainly because of the golden human-shaped figure that Carlos was holding.

Fortunately, the area where the church is located is one of the large parts affected by the "All Things Turn to Gold" magic, so although the area at the boundary of the gold transformation is in chaos, the news has not yet reached here.

"Excuse me, who is the injured person?"

The monk's gaze kept shifting to the golden human-shaped object, but he still asked the question as usual.

"This is her." Carlos gently placed Sylvia on the hospital bed. "I will lift her current condition later. You just need to heal this wound on her body."

Upon hearing this, the monk tried his best to accept this unbelievable situation, and then looked at Sylvia's wounds. However, after confirming the details with his own eyes, he couldn't help but gasp.

It would be more accurate to call it a gap rather than a wound.

"This family member..." the monk carefully chose his words, "If it were a similar gap in the limbs, we could still treat the patient, but this..."

Although the heart is still there, humans are not a species that can survive as long as the heart is intact; they also have a variety of other very important organs.

Judging from experience, the monk could almost guarantee her death sentence by pledging his entire career to the woman in front of him.

"I can manipulate the blood in her body to help stop the bleeding," Carlos said calmly, as he had done before.

But the monks became even more hesitant and frightened after hearing this. What did it mean to manipulate the blood in one's body?

The ability to turn people into gold and then back into gold is terrifying enough, but now they're even saying they can manipulate blood?

What kind of person could do that?

Even so, this is not a problem that can be solved by simply stopping the bleeding and treating the wound, because the aorta and several other vital organs have been lost and must be replaced, otherwise it will be of no use.

【Healing Magic】can only heal wounds; it cannot conjure up missing items out of thin air.

The monk took a deep breath, and just as he was about to reveal the result, Carlos spoke again.

Money is not a problem.

"This isn't about money..." The monk suppressed his inexplicable fear but decided to tell him his judgment honestly, "With the current level of [healing magic], wounds of this severity cannot be healed. I'm sorry."

"I see..." Carlos nodded, raising his hand slightly, but Vlamé grasped his raised hand at that moment.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at her.

"What were you just trying to do?" Vlame asked, trying to keep her voice down. "Don't tell me you were going to do it here!"

"..." Carlos lowered his eyes. Behind him, Celia was holding his palm against his back.

The situation was on the verge of erupting.

Faced with this situation, Frilian was at a loss as to what to do.

"If the monks here don't work, we'll try somewhere else. We'll eventually find a monk who can save her!" Vlame said urgently, his voice barely able to contain itself. "Besides, do you think Sylvia wants to see you like this?!"

"...I'm sorry." Hearing the key words, Carlos became a little more sober. He silently picked up Sylvia and turned to leave.

"The room is still the same; we've been extending our stays." Frilian whispered to Carlos as he passed by.

Her feelings were complicated, but Frillie felt she should say it this way.

It's unclear whether Carlos actually heard it or not, but he definitely headed towards the hotel.

"Volamei, why did you stop him just now?"

Celia glanced at the monk who was still standing there. Upon meeting her gaze, he quickly left. "His condition is extremely dangerous right now, as I think you can see. What if he loses his life over something like this?"

"Because I believe in him." Vlame recalled his earlier guess. "And if a fight really breaks out here, who knows how many innocent people will die. I hope you can be more careful about this in the future, Master."

"Really? But you were just lucky this time. My approach would actually result in fewer deaths."

"Yes, I'm really lucky." Vlamé looked at her right hand, which she had just grasped Carlos's. "I'm really lucky."

Perhaps there was a bit of luck involved, but it was mostly something else.

Vlamé simply preferred to believe in the time they spent together recently and in his own judgment.

If his master had truly foreseen that future, then Vlamé believed Carlos would inevitably have played a crucial role in it.

Therefore, he should never have fought with his master here.

Vlame walked in the direction the monk had just left, and after finding him, asked him a question:

"What you just said, that with the current level of healing magic, it's impossible to heal that kind of wound, is that true?"

"Yes."

"Is there any other way?"

"Perhaps somewhere there will be a monk more powerful than me, or perhaps in the future a more powerful goddess's magic will be deciphered. These are all unpredictable things," the monk said, offering the method he could think of.

After listening, Vlamé found the answer in his heart.

As a fortified city, how could monks practicing medicine here be unknown figures?

It seems that the future Master described was indeed a very real future.

When they returned to the hotel, it was already in chaos outside. They had no idea how Alden would handle the fact that most of the city had been turned to gold and the terrorist attack that had occurred at the entrance.

However, it was clearly not a good day to go out for dinner, so they ate lunch and dinner in their room today.

Although he could sense Carlos's presence in the next room, he never came out.