Flillian, I want to live.

Gutel turned his head and glanced at Soltier.

"End? Are you kidding? We can only decide the beginning of a war, but not its end, you know? The development of human magic in the past few decades has surpassed that of the past thousand years. They are evolving, and all of this is driven by us demons."

Soltiel spoke with some excitement, as if the future of the demons had nothing to do with her, a great demon.

"Humanity is getting stronger..."

Gutel muttered to herself that Sinmel had impressed her deeply on this point.

"If this continues, the demons will eventually be wiped out by humans, right? Perhaps not today, perhaps not by this generation of humans, but they are so full of possibilities. One day, we will completely become their prey and be hunted down and annihilated by them."

Soltiel raised her head and looked at the starry sky above her. Even she felt a little sad at this moment. Although she could not understand this kind of human emotion, she still showed a melancholy look.

"Is that so?"

As for Guter, he lowered his head in disappointment.

Chapter 3: Learn from Others to Control Them

After bidding farewell to Soltier, Gutel fell into deep thought.

To be honest, she didn't care about the future of the demons. Just like she didn't care about the Demon King being killed by Xinmeier, she also didn't care about other demons being killed by humans.

The only problem is that she, Miss Gutel herself, is also a member of the demon clan.

The reckoning will come to her one day, just as Soltier said. Maybe not today, or even within the next hundred years, but if she continues to wait and do nothing, one day, she will become the prey of humans.

I don't want to die, at least not yet. Although I don't have anything particular I want to do or anything I must accomplish, it's precisely because of this that I want to live even more.

As long as you live, your long and almost endless life will be full of possibilities, but if you die, everything will be over.

That's what Guter thought.

However, how can one escape the fate of being killed in the future?

For the demons, the easiest way is to make themselves stronger, but the strength of an individual is ultimately limited. Moreover, even a demon as powerful as the Demon King can be killed by Xin Meir. I am afraid that I would have been defeated before I could cultivate to that level.

What else can be done?

How can we fight against Xinmeier, against this monstrous man?

There is no answer.

Although she had been thinking hard for a long time at home, Gutel could not come up with any good ideas. She was not just fighting against Xinmeier, but the entire human world. For such a huge enemy, she, a great demon, seemed too small.

Staying in this house is just waiting to die.

Finally, Guter made a decision.

Go on a trip.

Maybe I will be killed by humans during my journey, but maybe I can find a way to survive.

Guterre didn't want to sit idly by.

She dug out a wide-brimmed sun hat from the bottom of the box. It was a trophy she collected when she killed a noble lady decades ago. By wearing the hat, she could cover up the conspicuous horns on her head so that humans would not discover her identity as a demon.

Yet Guterre was naive.

"That guy is a demon, go call the guards!"

The first time Guter entered a human town, he was quickly discovered.

This is not surprising. Perhaps for ordinary people, she has hidden herself well enough, but for magicians who can sense magic, Gutel's huge magic power is like writing the words "I am a great demon" on her face.

Although he escaped pursuit by relying on his ability to fly, Gutel realized that he could not travel freely in the human world.

What should we do?

Sitting on the branches of a thousand-year-old tree, Guter munched on the bread he bought from the human town and thought about a solution.

After she stopped hunting humans, Gutel gradually began to eat human food. How should I put it? Although it was not as pleasant as eating humans, it also had its own flavor, which made her start to study human cuisine.

"If it's because of magic that it was exposed, then can you hide your magic? But would anyone really do such a stupid thing?"

Guter said to himself.

No, it seems there is.

"Flillian."

Gutel slowly recited the name of the silver-haired elf who almost killed her.

She originally thought that the other party was just a second-rate magician far inferior to herself, but it was not until the last moment that she realized that Fulilian had been hiding and suppressing her true magic power. It was because she underestimated the other party that she did not have time to dodge when facing the fatal blow.

Practice to hide your magical powers.

Suddenly, Guter had his first goal after embarking on his journey.

"Huh? A way to suppress your own magic power?"

A gentle sea breeze blew past, and in an abandoned shipyard on the seashore, the great demon named Soltier looked at Gutel, who was begging him with a longing expression, and showed a rare expression of surprise.

"Among the demons I know, you know the most about humans, so I think you should know about this ability."

Gutel looked at Soltier pitifully.

"You should know that imitating humans doesn't work on us demons." Soltier glanced at Gutel with disdain, but then she touched her chin with her finger as if she had thought of something. "However, having a great demon restrict and hide his magic power and lurk in the human world, hey, this seems to be a very interesting thing."

"That's right, Soltiel, don't you enjoy studying humans? If you help me, I'll also bring you information about them."

Guter hastened to add.

"Well, let me look for it. I seem to have collected a magic book about this..."

Soltiel floated into the air and searched on the huge bookshelf that occupied the entire wall, and finally pulled out a notebook that looked old.

"this is……"

Gutel took the old notebook from Soltier's hand. She gently brushed away the dust on the cover, revealing the title hidden underneath.

"Folamei's magic notebook..." Gutel read the words on it, "Folamei, I seem to have heard of her."

"She was a legendary human magician who lived over a thousand years ago. She had many disciples and was known as the 'Ancestor of Human Magic.' This must be the notes collected by one of her disciples. After I killed her, I kept them here."

Salter explained to Guter with a smile.

"A magician from a thousand years ago...wait, did she have a disciple named Fulilian?"

Gutel asked Soltier as if he had thought of something.

"Oh, you, an old lady who knows nothing about the world, actually know such things?"

Salter replied with a sneer.

"So that's how it is. Has she started since then? Hiding your magic power, you're really cunning, human."

Guter said as if he suddenly understood.

"This is humankind, that's why I'm interested in humans. Of course, this is just to make it easier for me to hunt them."

Soltier spread his hands and replied.

"Thank you very much. I will come to see you again when I learn the magic to limit magic power."

Gutel looked at the magic notebook in his hand. Volame, a magician from a thousand years ago and Freylian's teacher, rarely had such a strong desire for knowledge in her long life. She wanted to get a glimpse of something from this notebook.

Chapter 4: There will always be people who die right after leaving the Novice Village

In the early morning jungle, as the first ray of sunlight shone through the dense branches and leaves onto the girl's face, an early bird flapped its wings and gently landed on the black-haired girl's shoulder.

If someone passed by here and happened to see the scene before them, they would surely be attracted by this beautiful and harmonious picture that looked like an oil painting and stop to take in the scenery. However, if the passerby noticed the pair of sharp horns on the forehead of the black-haired girl, he would surely show an expression of horror.

Not only are they terrified by seeing demons feeding on humans, but they are also surprised that these demons can actually live in harmony with highly alert creatures like birds.

Listening to the sound of birds singing beside him, Gutel slowly opened his eyes.

How many years have passed?

She took out from her bosom the notebook that the great magician Volame had given to his disciples, which she had obtained from Soltier, and carefully opened it. The magic and experience recorded on the pages made Gutel, a demon, deeply impressed by the magician who lived thousands of years ago.

It took nearly half a human's life just to learn and comprehend these things, and yet this notebook is only a small part of the great deeds that Volame created during his lifetime.

Gutel browsed through the notebook that was almost torn apart by her, page by page, and finally stopped at the last page.

This notebook records various magics that amazed Gutel, but at the end, Volame left a useless magic to her disciple.

Create magic in the flower fields.

Gutel stretched out her hand, and as magic flowed from her fingertips, the grass beside her was instantly filled with countless beautiful flowers. With Gutel's continuous output of magic, in the blink of an eye, a huge sea of ​​flowers appeared beside her.

"What's the point?"

Gutel muttered to herself as she looked at the last page of her notebook, which contained the words Volame left for her disciples:

This is my favorite magic - Volame.

It obviously can't be used in combat, and it has no practical significance.

Why do you like this kind of magic?

You are a genius magician far superior to all the demons I know. Even a note left in the human world can let me glimpse your greatness. Unfortunately, I didn't get to meet you when you were alive.

Volame, what are you living for? Why do you still insist on such a trick as conjuring a flower field at the end?

I really want to know, I really want to understand, but...

You are no longer in this world, Volame.

teacher.

Gutel is a demon. In the demon world, there is no concept of teacher and student, but demons will instinctively obey creatures stronger than themselves. Just like the reason why the Demon King can become the Demon King is because he is more powerful than all other demons.

Volame's strength and wisdom also impressed Guter, making her not want to stop at this incomplete notebook, but want to learn and understand more about him.

If this goal could be achieved, Gutel would not mind lowering his noble head as a great demon and serving the human magician as a student.

However, if Volame was really alive, she would definitely not accept herself as a disciple. Rather, she would definitely agree and kill herself at the same time.

Guter smiled and closed the notes in his hand.

If I weren't a demon...

At this moment, a strange idea that had never occurred to him before emerged in Guter's mind.

"Then it's time to embark on the journey again."

Gutel put the notebook in her arms, she stood up and patted her skirt. During the long period of practice, she had been isolated from the world and almost forgot about time. This was a unique advantage of the demon race. The long life gave her plenty of time to waste, unlike Volame who had to chase after things non-stop all his life.

Putting the original sun hat on his head, Guter embarked on a journey to the human town.

On a country road.

The black-haired girl walked alone with her hands behind her back. Although it was still a long way from the human town, the girl didn't care how long it would take.

She originally just wanted to survive, but after reading Volame's notes, she became more eager to understand humans, a weak race that she once regarded as prey.

After being a demon for a thousand years, Gutel had a clear goal for the first time.

"Gee, gee, gee~"

On this country road that no one has ever walked on, there was a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds behind Guter.

"Uu——"

Guter didn't want to have anything to do with the other party, but the other party pulled the reins beside him and stopped.

"Little girl, why are you here alone? There are thieves who kill without blinking an eye on this road~"

A frivolous and mocking voice of a man came from beside Guter. She looked up and saw a man with his face covered with a black cloth riding a tall black horse condescendingly, with greedy and obscene looks flashing in his two exposed eyes.

A gang of thieves?

Gutel turned his head and saw that behind the leading man were dozens of guys with their faces covered like him. They were wearing a variety of armors that seemed to have been stolen from the victims. Although they were just a group of rabble in front of the regular army, they did have overwhelming strength for the caravans and travelers passing by.

“That’s all the money I have.”

Guter didn't want to cause trouble, so she opened her waist bag and took out a bag of silver coins.

"Money? I don't need your little money."

The thief leader turned over and jumped off his horse. He just glanced at the purse in Guter's hand, and then focused his eyes on the other's beautiful and lovely face.

"Boss, when you're done playing, don't forget to give your brothers some fun!"