Flillian, I want to live.

Gutel watched as Xinmeier took out a magic book from his arms and handed it to him.

"Magic that creates a flower field."

As Xinmeier explained, Guter's pupils suddenly dilated.

"It's a boring magic, isn't it? But if one day the world truly enters a peaceful state, or if demons like you can live in peace with humans, then what we need at that time is not magic that kills people, but magic like this that makes the world a better place, right?"

Xin Meier said with a smile.

"I see."

Gutel looked at Xinmeier and didn't say much. He just silently took the magic book handed to him by the other party.

"If you find the Blue Moon Grass, please go to my grave and use this magic to make the Blue Moon Grass bloom all over the place. Then, maybe some idiot will be able to see it."

Xinmeier looked at the magic book in Gutel's hand and gave silent instructions.

"I promise you, if I can really find the Cang Yue grass, I will let it bloom all over your grave."

Guter nodded.

"I don't believe in the demons' promises, but if you truly learn this magic to create a flower field, perhaps you'll be one step closer to truly understanding humanity."

As Xinmeier said this, he waved to Gutel.

"Are you leaving?"

Gutel held the magic book to his chest, looked at the old man in front of him, and asked in surprise.

"What else? I'm an old man, and I don't feel like sleeping here with you in the open air."

Xin Meier shrugged.

"Uh, if you know of a human town there, could you take me with you..."

Gutel asked Xinmeier somewhat embarrassedly.

"what?"

An expression of surprise appeared on Xin Meir's face.

"I'm traveling according to an old map I memorized, but all the towns marked on the map were destroyed a hundred years ago. To be honest, I might be a little lost..."

Guter explained a little embarrassedly.

"Wouldn't you like to fly up to the sky and observe the situation?"

Xin Meir looked at Gutel as if he was an idiot.

"Flying? If I were to fly up and be witnessed by humans, wouldn't my identity as a demon be exposed?"

Guter hurriedly shook his head and explained to Xinmeier.

"Heh, I didn't expect that compared to me, you are the real antique."

Xinmeier grinned and laughed at Gutel happily.

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

However, Guter still didn't understand why Sinmel was making fun of him.

"Fool, humans nowadays have already mastered the magic of flight. Even apprentice-level magicians can float in the air. The era when demons ruled the sky is long over."

Xinmeier replied with a look of relief that mankind is constantly progressing, and even if the brave Xinmeier is completely forgotten one day in the future, this race will surely grow and continue.

Please bear witness for me.

Fleuryllian.

Chapter 7: Simple Folk Customs, Loving Fathers and Filial Sons

After passing through the dense jungle, the old man and the girl arrived at a large human village.

Although the Demon King has been destroyed and humanity is no longer in danger of extinction, this village is not often visited by travelers because the remaining demons and bandits still wreak havoc in remote areas that are difficult for the Imperial Knights to reach.

Because of this, the village chief specially received the two people who visited here.

"It's still quite a distance from here to the capital. You two are so bold to embark on this journey without hiring any guards."

The village chief here is a white-haired old man. He stroked his long goatee and looked at Xinmei, who looked even older than him, and Gutel, who looked like a girl of twelve or thirteen, and exclaimed in surprise.

"Is that so? We are impoverished nobles traveling to the capital to seek refuge with relatives. We can't afford to hire guards or anything like that."

Xinmeier did not reveal his identity as a hero, but instead made up an excuse for himself and Gutel to answer the village chief.

"In that case, how about you two stay here for a few days?"

After hearing Xin Mei'er's explanation, the village chief raised his head and thought for a moment, then gave a suggestion to the two.

"Stay for two days? What's the point?"

Guter blinked. Although the village was not small, there was nothing particularly worth stopping for.

"Ah, that's right. Because we're quite remote here, the young men in the village have taken it upon themselves to arm themselves and guard the village. In two days, the village will go to the capital to purchase supplies, and our guards will go with them. If you go with them, they'll be there to help."

The village chief explained to the two of them with a smile.

"Uh……"

Gutel turned to look at Xinmeier with some hesitation. To be honest, the combination of her and Xinmeier was so strong that even if the surviving Seven Collapse Sages came, they would have to flee, not to mention ordinary bandits and demons. They would not need any additional guards at all.

"Thank you, we can just stay here for two days."

Xinmei glanced at Guter, then nodded to the village chief and replied with gratitude.

"Hey! Old man, why are you making such a decision on your own again!"

However, at this moment, a dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded from beside them.

Gutel turned her head and looked at the direction of the voice. What appeared in her sight was a tall man wearing simple adventurer-style armor. He looked to be in his early twenties. Although he was not very old, judging from the scars on his face and the strong body under the armor, he was already a warrior who could stand on his own.

"Any questions?"

The village chief turned his head to look at the man who raised the objection and asked with a look of disgust.

"Problem? Old man, don't you know that there's a gang of bandits wreaking havoc near the village lately? It's already hard enough for me to protect the goods along the way, and you still want me to bring these two burdens with me?"

"You knew the dangers of the road, but you still watched these two guests, who needed protection, go on the road alone? Where's your conscience, Huck?"

The village chief banged his cane hard and shouted at the man named Hake.

"There's a limit to being a good person. If the village's goods are stolen in order to protect them, how are we going to survive the winter?"

Huck did not buy into the village chief's moral kidnapping. It was not that he was selfish, but the village guards were already very nervous, and he did not want to put the cart before the horse.

"Asshole! You unfilial son! Have you forgotten the moral principles I taught you? If it were that brave man, Lord Xinmeier, he would never abandon those in need, no matter how difficult the situation!"

The village chief raised his cane angrily, hit Huck on the shoulder, and scolded him loudly.

"Enough! Old man! What about the brave Sinmel, what about the hero who saved the village? I've heard so much of your nonsense that my ears are about to get calluses! How many years have passed? The brave Sinmel you're talking about is just that weird-looking broken bronze statue over there to me! I've never seen him, nor have I been saved by him. When I was a child, the village was attacked by monsters and my mother was killed by monsters, I didn't see that bronze statue of yours turn into a hero to save us. I don't know about Sinmel or not, I only know that the village is now protected by me and my guards!"

Huck held the village chief's crutch in his hand. He seemed to have long been dissatisfied with his father and the brave man Xinmeier, whom his father regarded as a god. This conflict was just the fuse that caused the dissatisfaction to erupt completely.

While listening to Hack's story, Gutel was also observing Xinmei's expression. When he talked about the strange shape of the bronze statue, Xinmei's face showed an expression of shock. When Hack talked about his mother being killed by a monster, Xinmei's expression became solemn again.

"I'm sorry, young man, we didn't consider your difficulties. We will embark on this journey on our own."

Xin Meir walked between the village chief and Hack. He first looked at the village chief with gratitude, then turned to look at Hack, who was much taller than him, and said with an apologetic look on his face.

"Ugh……"

Looking at the short and old Xin Meir in front of him, Hake, who didn't know his true identity, sighed. He also knew that the problem was not with the old man in front of him. What's more, if he let him and the girl go on the road alone, they would be in danger if they encountered danger.

"Asshole! If Lord Xinmeier hadn't saved the village chief, this village would have been completely destroyed like the surrounding villages. How dare you say that about Lord Xinmeier? I, I don't have a son like you anymore!"

The village chief seemed furious. He glared at his son, but due to his age, he was no longer able to command the adult Huck.

"I can escort you to the nearest human town. Once there, it's up to you whether you want to hire an escort or go on your own."

Hack glanced at Gutel on the side. It was okay for the old man who was about to be buried, but he would indeed feel guilty if the young girl in front of him also met with an accident. So he turned his head and said a compromise plan in a somewhat arrogant manner.

"How can this be! If you're going to send it, you should send it to the capital!"

The village chief did not agree with Huck's proposal.

"No, no, no, this is fine. This is already good."

However, Xin Meir stopped the village chief and agreed with a smile.

"Humph!"

The awkward father and son snorted together and parted ways in a bad mood.

Chapter 8 The Taste of the Brave

In the center of the village, a bronze statue stands quietly.

Although decades have passed, the bronze statue has been well maintained and still looks as good as new today.

"I guess they often ask magicians to come and clean up, right? But the wages for magicians coming to such a remote village are probably not low."

Gutel felt the remaining magic power on the bronze statue and said to Xinmeier beside him.

"Hmm...it's clearly a very handsome pose, why is it called weird?"

Xin Meir looked at the bronze statue in front of him, which was standing on one leg with a sword raised forward, and seemed to be still worried about Hack's comments just now.

"Handsome? I don't quite understand your human evaluation, but based on my thousand years of experience, this posture, well, is indeed a bit weird."

Guter looked at the bronze statue in front of him, which was performing an acrobatic pose, and expressed his opinion in a rather subtle way.

"Ah, so it's really that weird? I chose this position against all odds. Maybe I should have listened to Fulilian and used a simpler position."

Xin Meier said with emotion.

"That village chief must have seen you when you were young, right?"

Gutel looked at the face of the bronze statue. Although there were some differences, it generally restored the handsome face of Sinmel when he was young. He was completely different from the bald old man he is now.

"Well, at that time we traveled here and helped them eliminate the demons that invaded the village. The village chief seemed to be the child I rescued from the demons."

Xin Meir nodded, but time had passed and he could still recognize the village chief whom he had saved. However, the other party could never have imagined that his childhood hero had become so old.

"You're clearly a hero, yet you seem to enjoy building yourself up into something as vain as bronze."

Gutel reached out his hand and gently stroked the bronze statue in front of him. It was a human habit to sculpt statues of great men, but it was a bit puzzling that he was obsessed with erecting his own bronze statue in such a remote village.

"Because human life is so short, isn't it normal to want to leave behind some proof of your existence?"

Xin Meir stroked his beard and replied with a smile.

"is it?"

Gutel glanced at Xinmeier. Although the old man in front of her acted very calmly, she always felt that he was not telling the truth, or that he actually had other reasons in his heart.

"Ah."

However, Xin Meir just nodded silently.

As the sun sank into the earth from the west, darkness enveloped the entire village.

Compared with the daytime, the village seemed even more deserted at night. Every household had their doors closed, and only members of the guard corps like Hake were patrolling the streets with torches.

"Are you not sleeping?"

Xin Meir hung his robe on the hanger beside the bed, picked up the oil lamp and placed it on the low table beside the bed.

"There's only one bed here, right?"

At this time, Gutel was sitting on the window of the room. She leaned against the wooden window frame, slightly turned her head, and looked at the old man in front of her whose bald head reflected a subtle light under the illumination of the oil lamp.

The two of them stayed at the village chief's house tonight. Due to limited conditions, only one guest room was available.

"If you mind, I can sleep on the floor."

Xinmeier sat on the edge of the bed and said to Gutel with a smile.

"Although we can imitate human sleep, demons don't need to sleep if they want to."

Gutel raised his head, looked at the bright full moon in the sky, and answered.

"Is that so? Good night then~"

Xin Meir didn't seem surprised by this. He lowered his head to blow out the oil lamp on the coffee table, then lay down on the bed.