Flillian, I want to live.

"What did you say?"

Aura looked at Philen in confusion as he looked at her like she was trash.

"Look at the scales in your hand, Aura."

Philen turned his head and shifted his gaze to the scale held in Aura's hand.

On the scale that weighs the magic power of both sides, the center of gravity is slowly tilting towards the side carrying Philen's white soul.

"impossible……"

Aura muttered to herself, even though she probably guessed the reason, she was unwilling to look at the scales in her hand and unwilling to accept the established fact.

However, even if you are unwilling to face reality, reality will slap you in the face.

puff~

Along with the strong wind that swept around, a huge amount of magic power burst out from Philen's suppressed body, instantly swallowing up the huge space around him.

This kind of scene always feels familiar.

In the nightmare, the silver-haired elf seemed to have done the same thing to her.

"What a joke... What a joke!"

Bang!

The scales in Aura's hand completely fell towards Philen's side, and circles controlled by magic appeared in Aura's eyes.

Those who are good at swimming drown, and those who are good at riding fall, each brings disaster upon himself because of his hobby.

"Perhaps you are destined to die from your own magic, Aura."

Philen reached out and pinched Aura's head, and a rare happy smile appeared on his usually serious face.

"Wait, no, please, well, I'm actually pregnant with the brave Sinmeier's posthumous child..."

Aura looked at the happy purple-haired girl in front of him, trembling and begging for mercy incoherently.

"You know what I'm going to say, right? Aura~"

Philen tilted his head and stuck out his tongue mischievously.

"Hey, don't do that kind of thing..."

"Commit suicide, Aura."

Philen suddenly put away the smile on his face and gave the first order to Aura, who was blinking her beautiful big eyes pitifully.

“Ah, wuwuwu—”

Who could have imagined that this once invincible demon, Aura, who was given the name of Seven Collapse Sages by the Demon King, would actually burst into tears like a wronged little girl at this moment.

Even though she was extremely reluctant, under the suppression of magic, she still stretched out her arms and crawled slowly towards the long sword that had been thrown aside. Then, she grabbed the sword that had fallen into the mud while crying.

Aura's hands were trembling, little by little, she placed her sword next to her delicate neck, and then, like a violinist, she cut it gracefully.

Bang~

The sword in Aura's hand fell to the ground, and Aura's vision began to spin as his head rolled off his shoulders.

I don't want to die. No, I won't die.

Since you gave me one chance to be reborn, there is no reason not to give me a second time, right?

Oh, goddess! If you only give me one more chance, I swear that when I become the Demon King, I will build you the largest temple and enslave all of humanity to become your followers...

"Really? Hmm... but this doesn't conform to the norm..."

In the darkness, as Aula's eyes gradually fell into darkness, a somewhat troubled female voice sounded in his ears.

"But if I could really make the Demon King a believer, it would seem like a good deal—eh? Wait, wait a minute—"

And then, the unreliable voice that sounded like an insurance salesman suddenly cried out, as if something unexpected had happened.

Aura suddenly opened his eyes.

The good news is that he doesn't seem to be dead.

The bad news is that it seems that I haven't been reborn like before.

"You wake up~"

In Aura's sight, Guter was sitting cross-legged in front of her, looking at her with a smile.

But the perspective is a bit strange.

Aura blinked her eyes. Now she seemed to be lying on the ground looking up at Gutel.

"The magic was successful."

Guter leaned over, observing Aura in front of him, nodding and commenting.

"What magic? What did you do to me?"

Aura wanted to struggle to stand up, but strangely, she seemed unable to feel the existence of her own body.

"Eh!?"

But soon, the exclaiming Aula discovered that Guter was actually holding her braid with his hand and lifting her up easily.

"It's a magic that allows a person to survive while retaining only their head. After all, if you were to be reborn again for no apparent reason, we'd be in a real pickle..."

Aula said as he looked at Aula who only had a big head in front of him.

"what?"

Just a head, what's that? It's better to be dead.

"But this magic still has some flaws. You need someone to supply you with mana~ So..."

Guter threw Aura's head out like a ball.

"The Earl asked us to see him..."

Philen, who had just entered the room, subconsciously reached out and took Aura thrown to him by Gutel.

"The obedience spell between you two is still in effect, so I'll let you take care of her first, Philen~"

Chapter 100: You helping me doesn't mean I'm willing

In the afternoon, the sky is very blue.

In the courtyard of the Earl's Castle, Hugh Tark was sitting under a fruit-laden apple tree, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

"Hugh Tark, the Count is calling us..."

Fulilian pushed open the door and walked out of the castle, turning her head to look for Xutalk.

However, after seeing Hugh Tark sleeping soundly with his arms folded, Freellian slowly lowered her voice.

This guy was exhausted from the previous battle with Aura.

Fulilian looked at Shuttark's sleeping face and thought with some pity.

"Thanks a lot."

Fulilian reached out her hand, wanting to touch Hugh Tark's tomato-like head.

There happened to be a breeze blowing in the sky.

Under the influence of the wind, the ripe apples on the tree swayed slightly, and then fell down with a snap.

Then, by chance, it hit Hugh Tark who was sitting under a tree.

"Hey!"

Xutark squinted his eyes and woke up in a panic.

"What's going on? Is Aura coming to attack again?!"

Hugh Tark muttered and opened his eyes, then saw Furlin smiling gloatingly in front of him.

"What? It's you, Fulilian... why are you hitting someone's head for no reason..."

Only after seeing Frillian did Xutark calm down. He touched his aching head awkwardly and complained to Frillian.

"Who's going to hit you, you unlucky guy?"

Fulilian shrugged, then pointed at the apple that rolled to the side after hitting Hugh Tark.

"Well, if you want to ask for an explanation, go find this guy."

"Uh……"

Hugh Tark looked in the direction of Frillian's finger and found the bright red apple lying quietly on the lawn. Then he raised his head and looked at the fruit tree above his head full of fruits. Only then did he understand the truth of the matter.

"Maybe the goddess wants to punish you for being lazy."

Fulilian was in a good mood today and even joked with Hugh Tark.

"Is that so?"

Xutark reached out thoughtfully and picked up the apple that had just hit him, patted his butt and sat up.

"Well, it's time to go meet the Earl."

Fulilian shrugged, turned around and walked towards the castle.

"Um, Fulilian..."

Xutark looked at the apple in his hand and called out to Fulilian in front of him with some hesitation.

"What's wrong? Hugh Tark?"

Fulilian turned her head and glanced at Hugh Tark out of the corner of her eye.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Hugh Tark seemed a little restrained. Although he had some conflicts with Frelian before due to the influence of Gutel, after this battle, he gradually began to regard Frelian as a companion worthy of trust and respect.

"Ok?"

Fulilian stopped and looked at Shuttalk with some curiosity.

"I……"

Xutark looked at Fulilian and said hesitantly.

"Hehehe, don't be so nervous, young man. Are you worried about something? Just talk to me, your big sister~"

A somewhat smug smile appeared on Fulilian's face. She patted her flat chest with her hand and acted like a caring sister.

"Flillian, I want to ask you," Hugh Tark raised the apple in his hand towards Flillian, "Why do apples fall from trees?"

"Eh?"

Hugh Tark's question made Fulilian, who was originally full of confidence, freeze in her expression.

"Don't you know either?"

Hugh Turk said with some disappointment.

"Well, rather than asking if you know or not, isn't it common sense that apples will fall when they are ripe?"

Fulilian spread out her hands and explained to Hugh Tark.

"Really? Then why doesn't it fly up into the sky? There must be some force pulling it down to the ground."

Hugh Tark threw the apple in his hand upwards, and after a moment, the apple fell back into his hand.

"This, I'm afraid, involves the basic rules set by the goddess when she created this world..."

Flillian, who hadn't expected Hugh Tark's question to be so profound, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her hand and continued to answer.

"So what are the rules?"

Hugh Turk then asked.

"The rules of this world... My apologies. As a magician, I've studied many rule-breaking grimoires, but I haven't studied the rules of this world itself. After all, they're all taken for granted... Perhaps a monk familiar with the sacred text would know something."

Fulilian raised her hand, indicating that she couldn't answer Hugh Tark's question either.

"Sorry, maybe I'm thinking too much..."

Hugh Tark looked at Fulilian, who seemed a little overwhelmed by his questions, and did not ask any more questions.