Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

Carlos often felt like he was still living in a dream.

When I woke up, the person next to me was still the same familiar face, but they looked different.

Gone is the familiar warmth; all that remains is coldness and utter lifelessness.

Oh, is that so? I messed everything up.

He didn't even know how he fell asleep last night, because the relevant memories were obscured by smog and were no longer visible.

I got up, opened the window, and felt a breeze, but it wasn't cold. I was still wearing the clothes I wore last night.

The growling of hunger in his stomach made Carlos feel uncomfortable.

Where is this place, and what are we going to do next?

He was a little confused, wondering what his purpose was in this world.

Is it really that important to strive to maintain humanity?

I should have known long ago that there are still so many things I can't do.

He just felt that if others couldn't do it, then it was only natural that he couldn't either. Why bother pursuing those things?

Moreover, his talent in magic alone is enough to make him proud.

But it's not like that, it shouldn't be like that...

Such thoughts are only found in mediocre people.

Is he mediocre?

Carlos placed his left hand in front of his eyes and gazed at the ring.

He himself, who was clearly capable of learning magic at a glance and was by no means an ordinary person, gave up on pursuing magic, was content with the status quo, and was complacent about learning magic of the level of "Magic to Make Everything Gold", thinking that his magical attainments would surpass Celie's sooner or later.

But what's the difference between him and her? He's just copying what others have learned, using other people's magic as his own.

Carlos pondered quietly, letting the wind whip his cheeks, his gaze never leaving the ring.

"Eternal love, eternal...?" His calm voice carried on the wind.

Having emerged from yesterday's sorrow, Carlos finally understood what he needed to do.

Even if I had saved Sylvia yesterday, what difference would it have made?

Their life scales are different, so separation is something they will have to face sooner or later.

Therefore, in addition to solving the problem of healing the wound, one must also solve the problem of lifespan.

"etc……"

Carlos suddenly wondered about himself, "Why am I able to think so calmly?"

His thoughts became a steady, flat line, devoid of any emotional fluctuations—something he had tried so hard to avoid before.

He quickly looked at Sylvia's face, which was placed on the bed, only to find that the emotions he had been able to sense in her had vanished.

It wasn't like this yesterday!

"No, no, no, something's wrong..."

A huge panic gripped him, and Carlos hurried toward his suitcase. He remembered that he had started writing in his diary to cope with the current situation.

Opening the diary, this is what's written at the very top—

Demons do not feel guilty for harming intelligent beings, but I need to. When I no longer feel guilty for harming innocent people, that means I have completely transformed into a demon. Remember, even at that time, you cannot harm innocent people at will. Of course, demons are an exception.

Unlike the marks below, this area seems to have been deliberately left blank, and the text was added later.

Carlos remembered this sentence; it was written by him on a certain day in Tiua, but he could no longer feel the emotions he had when he wrote those words.

He tried to trace back, but found that he couldn't even recall the reason why he wanted to attack the monk yesterday.

What was the reason back then?

Carlos held the diary, pondering deeply, but to no avail.

All he knew was that he had indeed encountered the characteristics described in the diary.

Carlos returned to the window, watching the pedestrians passing by below, imagining himself attacking them. But by the time he realized it, the magic in his hand was already about to be activated.

"wrong!"

He stopped casting the spell, quickly closed the window, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I had subconsciously judged them as weak, so I didn't use the [Dispelling Magic] which doesn't require a spell. Otherwise, those people would probably be dead before I even realized what was happening.

What else did the diary record?

Even though every single word was written by his own hand, Carlos became curious.

He skipped over the texts that recorded the affairs of the demons and quickly flipped through the pages.

Meanwhile, in a nearby room, Celia removed the defensive magic she had been using.

"How so? Perhaps the future has changed, and besides, you know what he said to me before." She looked at Vlame beside her, asking for his opinion.

"They didn't actually do anything in the end, did they? Maybe it was just an accident," Vlame said worriedly.

Just now, when the attack magic fluctuations came from Carlos's room, Celia immediately set up a defensive spell for her. Although it was just a false alarm, the unusual event alone was enough to make people feel uneasy.

Sure enough, there was a knock on the door soon after.

Vlame opened the door, and a silver-haired elf flashed by, rushed over, and burst into tears as soon as she was in her arms:

"Waaaaah, Master, it's so scary..."

Because of what happened yesterday, Frilian woke up unusually early today. She was just about to give the two of them a surprise when Carlos from the next room gave her a big surprise first.

The magical fluctuations when the attack spell was activated gave Frillie no doubt that she could withstand the attack.

These are all based on painful past experiences.

So she came here to find a sense of security.

"It's alright, it's alright." Vlame gently stroked her head, then looked at Celia. "Since I was the one who suggested bringing Carlos into this in the first place, then I'll handle it."

"Volamel, don't forget that this is no longer just between you and me." Celia's tone was unusually serious.

"I know, but hasn't my senior brother done anything yet?" Vlame deliberately used the term "senior brother" to make Celie realize that the other party was also one of her disciples.

"...Whatever you want, but if any problems arise, are you confident you can take responsibility?" Celia stared at Vlame for a moment, then finally turned her head away, refusing to look at her.

"How could I possibly have the confidence to take responsibility?" Vlame slowly shook his head and chuckled. "I only have this one life at most, but I think I should give my senior brother a chance."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "So if anything unexpected happens, I'll have to rely on you, Master. After all, in my eyes, you're omnipotent."

"If only that were true," Celia said instinctively, and when she realized what she had said, she was already too afraid to look Vlame in the eye.

After all, she hadn't protected her grand-disciple well, even though she herself was in the city at the time.

"Yes, but I believe that if it's just something like this, Master, you'll be fine." Vlame didn't mind, and in her arms, Frilian, who had been listening to their conversation, had stopped crying at some point.

After telling Frillien to stay obediently by Celie's side, Vlamour went out alone.

"Is Master alright?" Frillie was very worried about her.

"Who knows?" Celia glanced at Frillie. "As an elf, you really embarrass me."

"Master told me that although Grandmaster is often harsh with his words, he actually cares about us a lot in his heart." Frilian's words made Celia stop her from continuing.

"..."

Celia fell silent. She didn't refute Frilian's words, but instead focused her attention on Volamere, who had just walked out.

Does she really want to reach that future? I told her before that the future is subject to change.

As Celia thought this, she never let her guard down for a moment.