Funeral, what should I do if I reincarnate as a demon?

Ash drank the wine in the glass in his original position, then stood up again with his head shaken.

But before he could leave, he noticed a note beside Frank's seat.

Frank left a letter for some reason and asked him to go to his hometown. It seemed that there was a letter left by Shulahat in the hut where he and Shulahat lived when they were practicing together.

".... Two rough guys are still playing this trick?" Ash was a little dumbfounded, but he didn't care too much, just slowly returned from the north to the southern countries.

And just like that, according to the instructions, he found the parchment wrapped in a wooden box in the hut.

[First of all, when you see this, we have all died.

This is not a sudden change, but a long echo of fate, and it can be called destiny to a certain extent.

And this battle is not only for you, but more for the future of the demons a thousand years later. In addition, although you are still young, you are enough to defeat ordinary big demons, but now is not the time for you to ascend the throne.

In the world of demons, the strong are respected. If you don't have the power to shake the world, no one will succumb. And those crusades and brave teams organized by humans will also regard you as a thorn in their eyes and vow to get rid of you as soon as possible.

Therefore, if you are eager to ascend the throne when the demon king falls, you will usher in a full-scale war in the whole world, including the demons.

You still need to settle down for a while and accumulate strength for yourself-this is a lonely and long journey. You need extraordinary patience to accumulate strength silently until the time is right... Remember. 】

"What is this...?" Looking at the parchment in his hand, Ash couldn't help but be dumbfounded on the spot.

He understood the content of the message very well. He foolishly waited for the demon king to die and then went up... If he couldn't fight the whole world, he would definitely die immediately, and he didn't reach the fighting power of the demon king.

But what really shocked him was....these two strongest people second only to the demon king and Celia, are they suddenly going to die?

No, now they are-dead?

..........................

At the same time that Ash was reading the parchment, in the northern land.

Shurahat's sharp blade also pierced Frank's back, and Frank, who was also covered in wounds, rushed into his arms and pierced Shurahat's heart with his sword.

The two of them almost left each other with fatal wounds at the same moment, and even at this moment, both sides tacitly stopped and temporarily separated.

"... Now, it's goodbye forever." Shurahat silently looked up at the sky and murmured, but soon turned his eyes to the shaking man in front of him: "Sure enough... The first time I met you... It will inevitably turn into such an ending."

"Ha, ha ha... There is no way... If this is the case... That demon king will always be the demon king."

In the future observed by Frank, every time the Flyllian team defeated the truly powerful demon tribe, it was a dangerous result... Although they didn't actually encounter three.

Aura is not discussed, but the immortal Bezer of the Seven Collapse Sages was going to completely trap them to death with the barrier. Fulilian was even waiting to die, but she died in the end because of contempt.

They couldn't beat the corrupt sage Guval at all, so they could only design a seal before they were defeated.

If they didn't make sacrifices, he would defeat enough big demons... they would never be able to reach the Demon King.

In this chaotic battlefield, the Seven Collapse Sages couldn't find Aura, so they replaced him with a big demon comparable to the Seven Collapse Sages. The other Collapse Sages were all present, and they could easily flatten a country.

But even if eight besieged one, three Collapse Sages were still killed by Frank on the spot, and even died with Shulahart.

This is exactly what he said before, the true meaning of "opening the way", whether it is to Fulilian or Ash - now he is fulfilling his promise.

Shulahart and Frank looked at each other in silence, but they quickly mustered up their last strength and collided with each other again with blood all over their bodies.

Bang! !

The collision of swords and knives caused fierce sparks and shock waves.

No one could count how many intertwined swords and shadows there were.

Although both of them had suffered fatal injuries, they seemed to be fighting to the death again, but in the next moment, no one knew who pushed whom, and the two fell off the cliff together.

"Is this... a necessary sacrifice?" When Frank fell, the blue sky murmured unconsciously.

"It can be considered..." Shulahart closed his eyes quietly almost the next moment.

At the same time as the two fell, the cliff above also collapsed, causing countless sand and soil to emerge from the two.

Although they could see the future, they still chose to compromise at this moment and welcome this future that had been deduced countless times.

Or can it be called fate?

The Buried Fulilian: Thousand Years to the Present: Chapter 57 Greetings from Five Hundred Years Ago

Under the gray sky.

The drizzle moistened the town under the snowfield that was once built by Ash himself.

Due to the silver mines on the snowfield, the town is becoming more and more prosperous, but the residents here are rushing through on this rainy day, and it has a sense of depression when it was first built five hundred years ago.

Walking on the most quaint street in the town, looking at the familiar scenes, the past events are vivid in his mind, but... Ash just doesn't want to get up.

The things that happened here are too trivial. The only thing he remembers is that this is the place where his first friend, Cathy, met.

And now he, who originally had few friends, is left with only Flillian in a blink of an eye... and an elf, Millie, is still unknown whether she is still alive.

"Life is really unpredictable... It should have been like this, but can you see that the future will eventually choose to die together?" The death of his friend also made him feel an unspeakable melancholy in his heart.

This made him unconsciously return to this familiar street before going to the brave team... Just like people occasionally feel strange and can't help wanting to go back to their hometown, and this town is similar to his hometown to a certain extent, just like the village he used to live in.

Although, the old friends can't still exist.

"That's the case, but it's really boring here. Alas... Come to think of it, even if I'm stronger than before and can do more, even if I really become a demon king in the future, what's the point for me?"

He doesn't really have much desire for power. He prefers a free life to the sense of accomplishment of being in a high position.

At most, he hopes to take care of the people he knows, but... old friends are like leaves in the wind, always withering.

Up to now, it seems that there is nothing to wither, to meet new friends... The demons are too weird, and humans die too quickly.

".... But I think I can understand what Cathy said before." Ash muttered to himself and looked up at the gray sky, but he couldn't remember what his first friend looked like.

Five hundred years have passed for the world, and decades have passed for him.

Just when he was about to leave here with a trace of melancholy and never come back, the window next to him suddenly opened.

"You, you are....Are you Ash...?"

"Huh?"

The strange voice made him turn his head in confusion.

Just like the voice, it was a completely strange boy, but for some reason, his expression was more shocked than Ash who was called by his name.

"....What?"

"You....No, you, you are really...Mr. Ash?"

"My name is Ash, that's right, who are you?" Ash couldn't help but frowned at the hesitant boy.

Because the other party's expression obviously didn't look like Frank and Shulahart, who had mastered the magic of predicting the future.

But if it wasn't so, it would be a bit intriguing.

"Ah, ah...I am, I am Anderson! My mother is..."

The panicked boy directly reported all the names of his family, but seeing that Ash didn't seem to understand the situation at all, he invited him into the room.

......................

Anderson took Ash into the living room, and finally searched in his parents' room for the exquisite wooden box hidden deep in the closet.

The wooden box was obviously protected by magic, and even the magic stone was replaced every once in a while. It was also specially treated for corrosion, and the materials were also very sophisticated.

The box contained a palm-sized magic tool. After opening it, it turned out to be his portrait... or a picture preserved by magic, but he was in military uniform in the picture.

Obviously, it was "photographed" 500 years ago.

The magic tool that provided the picture had obviously been repaired many times, and it felt like it had spanned a considerable number of years.

"Could this be... left by Cathy? No, it's impossible?"

The overly familiar picture reminded him of the past when the picture was taken, but now he was a little suspicious whether he had been attacked by some kind of mental attack.

After all, five hundred years had passed, and for humans, countless generations had passed.

Seeing his unbelievable look, Anderson was even more excited: "Are you really Mr. Ash——?! You actually exist!?"

"....No? This....?"

"I don't know! I don't know anything, but my grandma told me to do this! If you meet the person on the screen, you must say hello, and then..." Anderson thought for a while, then stared into his eyes and said slowly:

"'We will meet again, even if it's not me, it doesn't matter, as long as my bloodline has not been cut off and there are descendants, there must be someone who remembers your existence.'-It seems that there is such a message for us to bring to you?"

"Uh...this is?"

"I don't know this either, but it's written below, and grandma said so too?" Anderson turned over the red cloth under the magic tool, and there was really that line of words below.

This made him wonder what to say for a moment, but he could not help but remember that when he became a general, his adjutant shook his head while stroking the wooden box:

"... He actually did such a thing, but what's the point, by the way... How did you keep this box until now??"

"Well, that... Actually, my father and grandmother both said that if you encounter any unsolvable problems, you will definitely get help if you find the person on the screen...? Let me keep it well in the future."

"You guys...are you treating me as a golden ticket to avoid death?"

The truth Anderson carefully told made him wonder whether he should be angry or laugh.

But he felt inexplicably nostalgic, as if the last scene before the separation would also appear in his mind.

He should have left directly, but he was still left at the boy's house that night and was warmly entertained by his family.

According to his father, Cathy seemed to say that he was accidentally sealed by magic, so his descendants might meet him, a powerful magician...At that time, she finally chose to settle here, and it seemed that she thought he might come.

Always feeling that he was calculated, Ash felt a little subtle, but he did not reveal the lie.

After settling here for a while, leaving some money as a care for the old friend, he temporarily said goodbye to Cathy's descendants.

But when he looked back suddenly, looking at the figures who kept waving their hands in the distance, he inexplicably felt that he might have a chance to see them again.

Although the next person to meet might be their descendants.

The Buried Flyllian: Thousand Years to the Present: Chapter 58: Five Hundred Years Later, Making a Wish on a Shooting Star Again

Flyllian and the others’ adventures were still going on, and when they met Ash again, compared to him being immersed in the death of his friends and the sighs after the old friend, the faces of the team members were more solemn than each other.

“What’s wrong?” Flyllian saw that his mood was different from his normal state, and she couldn’t help but feel a little worried: “Did you also know? The news that the Southern Hero was killed?”

“Yes.” He looked into the distance and sighed for no reason: “Life is really...unpredictable.”

“Indeed.”

Flyllian stared at his slightly sentimental back, and inexplicably she had the idea that maybe she should say a few more words to him, because she remembered that they seemed to have a good relationship.

This made her worry again and again with an expression of wanting to say something but stopping, and gently patted his shoulder: “Um...condolences?”

“...It’s really surprising that you would say such a thing.”

“To be honest, who do you think I am?” Flyllian was a little dissatisfied.

"Haha~ Sorry sorry~ Just a joke." He chuckled and turned back to touch Fulilian's head.

Of course, as if it was a matter of course, he was waved away directly; Fulilian was still tidying her hair, and said unhappily:

"How many times have I told you, don't touch my head."

"I will pay attention next time."

"...Totally unbelievable."

"Because I just pay attention."

"You never change after repeated admonitions, no wonder you are a gangster who climbs over the wall."

"Don't give people nicknames casually, isn't that bad? After all, I didn't do anything rogue."

Without thinking, he chopped Fulilian's head with a knife, and then left here quickly without waiting for Fulilian to get angry, and sat by the fire.

The dwarf warrior, Aize's expression was much more solemn than usual at this moment: "Ash, have you heard about it?"

"What about the Southern Hero?"

"You said that the strongest person who was so strong that he was ridiculously strong is dead, do we really have hope?"