Fighting you is like being in jail.

In the chat group.

Leng Chang: Alright, now it's time to prepare the script.

Celia: So how are we going to announce that I'm dead?

Madoka Kaname: Hmm... this feels a bit difficult.

Homura Akemi: Isn't there any other way?

Kitahara Iori: There definitely needs to be someone to tip us off, preferably someone who is seriously injured or something.

Leng Chang: I'll do it.

Hiratsuka Shizuka: Aren't you acting too much?

Leng Chang: It's alright.

Celia: Then I'll go with you to create a battle scene, preferably one with a lot of destruction.

Leng Chang: Okay.

To make things seem more natural, Leng Chang and Celia created a giant crater in the no-man's-land. At the same time, they used the power of the One God to cause an earthquake across the entire continent.

At the moment the earthquake struck, Frillie, who was still on her way, felt an intense sense of unease.

"Earthquake?!" Shutark swayed unsteadily, his eyes wide as he asked Philen and Frilian in front of him.

"Thankfully, the earthquake wasn't too big..." Philon breathed a sigh of relief after the earthquake stopped and looked at Frilian with relief.

But at that moment, Frilian looked up at the sky, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her eyes widened.

In the forest, a gust of wind blew from ahead, howling and carrying a bone-chilling cold, directly ruffling her long hair.

"The sky... has been sliced ​​open..."

Frilian looked at the sky above NIO, where a huge crack had appeared, revealing the cosmos beyond.

In that instant, she thought of Celia, as if she had returned to the moment of their parting.

We will win.

That clear expression came to mind.

No, that's a magician who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

A sense of unease rose within her, growing stronger like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The howling wind filled her ears, and she felt warmth slowly slipping away.

Chapter 102 I'm a fucking inhuman!

Frillie continued her journey with some unease, but when she arrived at the next town, bad news still arrived.

The omniscient magician Celia failed in her battle against the demon king of another world and has since disappeared, though she is very likely dead.

The news caused Frillie's pupils to dilate instantly. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she stood frozen in the town's streets, staring blankly ahead.

No...

"Lady Flillian!"

Upon learning of the situation, Philon stared wide-eyed with anxiety. She watched as the dazed Frilian nervously clenched her fingers, pursed her lips, and gradually furrowed her brows, looking so worried she was about to cry.

She was more worried about Frilian than Celia, after all, Frilian was her great-great-grandmother.

Even those with countless connections are still close friends.

On the street, people around were incredulous at the news of Celia, but there wasn't much sadness. Celia was too far removed from them, so far that some had never even heard of her.

Frillie stood on the street, the look in her eyes gradually fading, feeling both incredulous and distressed. She bit her lip and clenched her fists tightly, then... she suddenly turned around, her white twin ponytails tracing an arc in the air.

“Philan, Shutark… let’s go.”

She walked quickly in the direction she had come from.

Upon seeing this, Philon and Shutark quickly chased after them, saying anxiously:

"Lady Frillien, we..."

"To the battlefield!"

Without turning her head, Frilian walked forward, her steps heavier than before, completely devoid of ease.

After several days of traveling.

When Frilian arrived at the battlefield and saw the enormous chasm and the still unhealed cracks in the sky, she could finally be certain.

Celia is dead, she's gone.

"..."

Frillie stood blankly on the cliff in front of the chasm, staring at the crack that looked like a great rift valley, her eyes devoid of light.

The rift valley was endless and bottomless, with white mist lingering within it.

The air passing through the rift valley created a gale-force wind of level eight in the rugged environment, blowing throughout the entire valley. The strong airflow made Frilian's twin ponytails sway wildly, and her white cloth clothes shook uncontrollably.

She, Philon, and Shutark stared blankly at the terrifying valley before them.

Just as the three were in a daze, a person walked out from behind them.

"Yo, you're here."

It is cold and normal.

However, Leng Chang's body was wrapped in bandages, with a cane tucked under his arm, and there were even some dark red stains on the bandages.

The three of them turned to look, and when they saw Leng Chang's face, which only showed his mouth and one eye, they were shocked and surprised.

Just how terrifying was that battle?

We met not long ago... and now things have changed so much.

Frillie opened her mouth as if to ask something, but found the sound stuck in her throat, her vocal cords stiff and unable to vibrate. She lowered her eyes sadly, her head bowed, and remained silent.

"Seria...is she really dead?"

She finally mustered all her strength to ask Leng Chang in front of her, wanting to cry but unable to, frowning and looking at him with downcast eyes.

Seeing Frillie's appearance often made me feel a sense of guilt for some reason.

The guilt of deceiving others made him feel uncomfortable, and he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Damn me!

How could you deceive a girl like that...

No wonder no one else came; they definitely didn't want to be the one to blame.

But it doesn't matter!

My dark conscience told me that this was a necessary sacrifice, otherwise, given Simmel and Frilian's personalities, I don't know how long they would have been at odds.

After a brief silence, Leng Chang silently pulled a letter from his pocket. The envelope was stained with blood, scattered across it. It was as if seeing the bloodstains on the envelope allowed him to imagine... the scene of blood flowing from between his fingers.

"Frilian... this is what Celia asked me to give you."

Frillie looked up, and her pupils contracted the moment she saw the blood-stained envelope, as if she had seen something and froze. She heavily raised her hand and took the blood-stained envelope, squeezing it so hard that her fingers creased and wrinkled it.

"Did she say anything?" She looked at the crumpled envelope she had been clutching and asked Leng Chang, her voice trembling, feeling a lump in her throat.

Leng Chang thought for a moment, took a deep breath, looked at Frillie heavily, and sighed with deep emotion:

"Don't let the only way to see the people you care about turn into a fantasy."

Frillie bit her lower lip, making wrinkles in her skin, and looked down at the envelope she was clutching tightly, her vision blurring.

"Condolences."

Seeing Frilian so sad, Leng couldn't bear it and said...

He cursed himself inwardly.

I'm a fucking bastard!

As Frilian trembled, she opened the envelope, her fingers tracing the edge of the parchment. The hard texture made her uncomfortable, but she suppressed her grief and carefully examined the envelope.

Yo, Frilian.

What a naughty brat! I was hoping to talk to you more before.

You're still so slow-witted, we can't talk anymore now.

We elves have missed out on so much during our long lives, and so have you and I.

Sometimes I wonder if this is really a good thing? But then I think better of it.

But one thing I'm very clear about is, when will you finally cherish the people around you?

Don't let the only way to see the people you care about turn into a fantasy.

Cherish the present, kid.

And I have no regrets, so there's no need to be sad for me.

The Demon King is very strong, stronger than anyone else; none of the people currently alive can kill him.

One of the prerequisites for killing the Demon King is that the person must already be dead.

This is the answer I found with my life.

Frilian must defeat the Demon King and save the world!

Remember to draw the hero's sword.

—Selena.

"..."

Frillie sniffed hard, trying not to cry, and held the letter, unable to utter a single word.

She didn't think she could defeat the Demon King, whom even Seria couldn't defeat.

However, an emotion within her made her unwilling to give up the battle against the Demon King.

She looked up at the silent Leng Chang, her eyes flashing with a fierce light, and asked:

"What are we going to do next?"

“Actually, you don’t need to fight the Demon King…” Leng Chang said reluctantly, just like before when he lived alone in the forest while Simmel was still alive.

"No, I want to fight!"

"He's going to die."

"That's how it is."

"Then what do they do?"

Leng Chang, leaning on his cane, pointed at Philon and Shutark, his meaning clear.

Now Philon and Shutark fell silent, unsure of what to do. Frilian turned back and said earnestly:

“Philen, Shutark. You can go now. It’s your turn to travel on your own.”

"I don't want to! Lady Frillien!"

"Me too!"

The two strongly rejected Frillie's request.

Chapter 103 Kitahara Iori: Oh no!

"No! You can't come along!"

Frillie frowned, looking resolutely at Philen and Shutark. She couldn't let Philen and Shutark join the campaign; that would mean certain death.

"Lady Frillien! I am not afraid to die!"

"Me too! I'm a progressive, how could I possibly leave!"

Faced with the two men's forceful stance, Frillie was at a loss for how to refuse. She could sense that no matter what they said, they couldn't stop her.

"But... I'll die... I don't think I can defeat that demon king."

Even so, I will not leave.