Frilian: This Demon Isn't So Cold

So Celia looked at Volamere, because he hadn't told her anything like that.

"The Demon King wants to understand humanity, but he chooses to do so by killing humans," Vlame explained simply. To this day, she still cannot comprehend how the Demon King's brain works.

"I see, so this is the irreconcilable conflict between humans and demons." Celia immediately understood. "Because demons cannot understand human emotions, even if they want to understand humans, they cannot find the right way."

She chuckled softly, glancing at Carlos, who had just boasted about killing the Demon King. "And you? You also want to understand humanity?"

"I was once human, why should I bother to understand?" Carlos said indifferently, "You already knew that, so don't try to trick me with those kinds of words now."

Ok?

As the only person in the room who was completely unaware of the situation, Frillie's eyes widened upon hearing this.

"Wait, what did you just say? You were human all along?"

"I thought you already knew, we just didn't say it out loud before." Carlos glanced at her. "For some reason I don't understand at all, in short, I went from being a human to a demon."

After her initial shock, Frillie realized what had happened.

No wonder Carlos doesn't consider himself a demon, no wonder his lifestyle is exactly the same as a human's...

She should have realized it much earlier.

Ignoring Frillie, whose pupils were still trembling, Carlos turned to Celia. "So, are we going to defeat the Demon King next?"

"Are you serious?" Celia narrowed her eyes.

Even if they had truly become demons, the other party still hadn't taken lying for granted. Or was this also a form of disguise?

"I have faith in you," Carlos said.

"The Demon King intends to instigate a full-scale war between demons and humans, and war is the best catalyst for the advancement of magic," Celia stated her opinion. "What do you think?"

Carlos lowered his eyes. "But those are just spells for killing enemies, aren't they? They're completely different from the spells I want."

Magic used only for offense is utterly useless.

"Although I am very interested in this kind of magic, it is undeniable that where there is offense, there is defense; where there is killing, there is damage," Celia said with a smile. "The healing skills of monks may also be improved in war."

Now he's a general.

"I see..." Carlos had to admit that she made a good point. "Then let that madman live on for the time being."

"Wait, wait, wait," Vlame couldn't help but speak up. "Senior brother, I know you've fought the Demon King before. Do you think you and Master could defeat him together?"

She had asked Celie this question before, and the answer she received was, "I can't imagine a world without a Demon King."

"I don't know," Carlos said frankly. "I just suddenly had the idea to kill the Demon King, and besides..."

He paused, then continued, "Do you know what I was thinking just now?"

"What?"

"Sylvia once told me that she believed that the one who killed her mother was an individual demon, so she would not resent the entire demon race for it."

Carlos said, "Even if the Demon King were dead right now, and even if all demons and monsters disappeared, would the world truly be at peace? Would no one be harmed anymore?"

No, these are just idealistic thoughts before success.

"Demons don't need a reason to kill, while most humans do." Carlos closed his eyes. "But that doesn't mean humans won't kill, because there are as many reasons as there are to kill..."

"..."

"I'm sorry, all that I said was just for my own sake." Reaching the vicinity of the village, Carlos lowered them to the ground. "Those were just excuses I made up to convince myself."

"..."

Is it really for my own sake?

Vlame couldn't help but look towards Carlos's arms, where Sylvia was now unable to move.

She knew that Carlos, like the Demon King, had actually fallen into demonic possession, just in a different direction.

"Let the great task of slaying the Demon King be done by those who come after him." Carlos walked forward. "In the future, after you, my junior sister, have opened up an era where everyone can use magic, I believe that day will come sooner or later. As for me, I still have my own things to do, so I won't go out and provoke hatred."

After that, everyone fell silent.

Finally, it was Frilian who broke the silence.

"Was the magic you left in my village the one that could turn everything into gold?"

Having experienced it firsthand, she now fully understands the power of this magic, but it is precisely because of its power that it inspires fear.

However, Frilian had reasons to confront it.

"Yes, this magic is called the [Magic to Turn Everything into Gold]."

"Could you let me analyze it?" Frillian asked, "because I'll be very troubled if any problems arise later."

If the village is turned to gold and Carlos isn't there, and I'm powerless to do anything about it, that's absolutely unacceptable.

"Sure," Carlos readily agreed. "But in exchange, you need to let me research why elves have such long lifespans."

After all, humans and elves have more similar physical structures, and although demons look similar, they are more like monsters... Besides, Carlos can study himself in this regard.

The longevity of elves is a readily available example right next to them. As a mage who has survived from the age of mythology to the present day, Celia still looks so young, and Carlos did not find that she used any mental magic to cover her appearance.

Incidentally, he has basically abandoned the [Light Interference Magic] that he initially used to conceal his position, and has switched to using mental magic instead.

Because this magic, compared to the previous one, can even deceive the physical existence of horns, it can be said to be a more foolproof magic.

"……good."

After a slight hesitation, Frilian agreed to his request.

"I need your help too, junior sister." Carlos looked at Vlame. "I need to record every change in my body's data every day."

"You've always been the one helping me, now it's my turn to help you." Vlame did not refuse.

She paused, then changed the subject, "Generally speaking, demons dedicate their entire lives to the research of a single type of magic, but I've always had a question about this: where do they learn the magic they choose to study?"

Upon hearing this, Carlos froze, standing still.

Knowing the result but not the reason, Carlos only knew the outcome but never thought about the underlying causes.

"Is it innate? Like [flight magic]?" Frilian suggested a possibility.

"If that's the case, what about mine?"

Carlos looked at his hands.

What is his innate magic?