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

"No, no, no! -- You came just in time! It couldn't be better!"

Facing the silent pressure of Ferren, Ash stood up and rushed over.

"Eh, is that so? I'm going to open it later..."

"It's too late to come later! Go out quickly! You have something to ask me, right?"

"Ah, it's something my father agreed to... Is it really okay?"

"Don't be so polite! Who are we?" While talking, Ash directly put his arm around his shoulders and patted his shoulders hard.

But Hutolz looked confused, and said honestly: "But... didn't we just talk?"

"How could it be? In my eyes, you are already a friend!"

"Then, that's really... an honor?" Although Hutolz was a little overwhelmed, he still nodded ignorantly.

But just as the two were about to leave, Philen spoke slowly with a tone lacking emotion: "Please wait a moment, Master Ash."

"What? Can't I go out with my friend?"

"...Friend?" Philen stared at his eyes as if to see through his thoughts, and asked: "So, what's the name of your friend?"

"I'm not saying anything to you, Philen, do friends still care about names? Like you, can you remember the names of all your friends?"

"I only have two friends, of course I know, Connie and Rabinie... And it was Master Ash who was stubborn and wanted to move away and leave me behind that we separated."

"Ah this... I'm sorry..."

The old things that were brought up again made him embarrassed and confused, and he just wanted to leave here quickly.

But Philen had come behind him, stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, and asked again expressionlessly: "Then? What is the name of this friend?"

"How can a friend be so inconvenient?"

"Is it still a friend? The result is that you don't know it?"

"Just a friend who you haven't had time to get to know... Is this not okay?"

"Of course not."

"Well... Actually his name is Mond."

"It's just a random name."

"I'm sorry... I was wrong."

Although he tried to struggle to death, under Philen's stern gaze, he gave up the meaningless resistance and bowed his head silently to admit his mistake.

That's all. He originally thought that Philen would be very angry, but in reality...

"Ah... Forget it, since Master Ash has admitted it, I won't say much. Be careful when you go out."

Philen sighed lightly, and even his eyes softened unexpectedly when he admitted his mistake. He tidied his clothes, reminded him again, and smiled again: "Don't get your clothes dirty, can you do it?"

"Ah, okay, I understand very well..."

With a hint of relief and confusion, Ash nodded subconsciously, and then carefully followed Hutoltz out of the room.

But Hutoltz looked back every few steps, looking at Ash and Philen from time to time, always feeling a little confused... Is this my mother or my newlywed wife? ?

Fulilian was lying on the bed, rolling and muttering quietly: "As expected, Philen dotes on Ash, and is only so strict with me... It is definitely considered differential treatment, right?"

"Please, please don't say weird things!" Philen tried to keep a straight face and blamed, "That's because Lady Fulilian never changes her ways!"

"... I have changed!"

"Then tomorrow morning, can you get up and eat by yourself? Or get up after being called only once? Comb your hair by yourself? Wash your face? Tie your hair?"

"........ There are no clouds tonight, tomorrow must be a good day, right?"

"..... Why do you learn from Lady Ash?"

Seeing Fulilian turn her head stiffly, look at the sky outside the window and give up the debate, Philen couldn't help but sigh lightly, and gave up talking too much and didn't plan to say anything more about her.

After all... it's useless to talk about it for so many years.

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

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Village road under the moonlight

The expression of Huetolz when he looked at Ash was still the same as when he first entered the room, he was hesitant to speak.

Ash noticed this and couldn't help but take the initiative to say: "Mond, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Sorry, Lord Ash, I'm just a little curious. No... I should say that you have a good wife."

"That's not quite right. Philen is the descendant of my friend."

"Huh? Is that so? Sorry, I thought..."

Still not quite used to the information that he was actually over 90 years old, Huetolz immediately bowed his head and apologized when he came to his senses.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about these little things. Your father asked me to guide you, so let's get straight to it now, Mond."

"Actually... my name is Huetolz."

"It's so long, so hard to remember."

"Sorry..."

"It's just a joke... Well, do young people nowadays not understand jokes?"

Facing this rather rigid boy, Ash couldn't help but look quite distressed.

But just like him, Hutolds was also at a loss for what to do with this strong man who was completely different from the serious people in the village.

However, he quickly regained his senses through deep breathing, drew his sword in the moonlight, stared at Ash without blinking, and said calmly:

"... Let's start, Master Ash, even if you sully my pure white, it doesn't matter."

"Uh, I know you mean the cloak, but isn't that a bit strange."

"Strange?"

"Strange, and why sully?"

"Because this is the proof of the strongest warrior in the village, the symbol of the village's pride... But compared to the humble pure white, I hope you can let it be stained with filth, which will become our driving force to move forward."

Hutolds said what he thought in a deep voice, which made Ash feel that he could agree with it, but he still felt that his words were a bit strange.

Of course....Compared to studying these messy things, he now wants to go back to sleep, so he didn't say anything more, and simply waved his hand and said:

"Okay, let's just do it directly."

"...Aren't you going to draw your weapon?"

"No need."

"...Really?" Hugh Toltz suddenly looked a little disappointed.

This reminded Ash that the other party had just "saved" him, so he added: "I can see that you haven't killed anyone, and even... you haven't left the village, right?"

"Yes, there are monsters occasionally appearing around here, so if there is no special situation, I won't leave easily. After all, if I'm not here, it will be troublesome if something happens."

"Then, if you want to go further, you can leave here and take a look... Of course, it's just a suggestion." Having said so, he added at the end:

"By the way, I'm different from you. I'm good at fighting people and humanoid creatures. Just come at me."

"Then... I'm not polite!"

"Ah, come on."

For this overly young youth, Ash just smiled and waved, and then...

The battle between the two sides was still one-sided.

Even though Ash slowed down his movements, restrained his strength, and fought with the same level of physical fitness, Hutolds, who lacked experience in fighting people, unfortunately fell to the ground in a series of dull thuds of punches, and splashed muddy water all over the ground.

He himself was bruised and swollen, and fell in a muddy puddle with his head raised. He couldn't stand up for a long time, and his white cloak had long been dirty, and almost no white could be seen. The sword in his hand disappeared without a trace.

But he felt the frustration of being knocked down by his elders when he was young, and the smell of earth brought by the night wind. He looked at the bright moon in the sky and laughed unconsciously... from the bottom of his heart:

"Haha! Haha, awesome... really awesome! As expected, I am still far away... I am still quite far from being a strong man in this world."

Even though the opponent had obviously held back, it was still an irreparable defeat, which unexpectedly aroused Hutolds' strong fighting spirit.

Even with longing, he turned his head to look at Ash's back as he left, and sincerely regretted that he could not see him in his prime when he was young, and decided to share the long-lost joy of defeat with his brother after returning.

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

The next day, due to the lack of any tourist attractions, magic books, and ruins here.

The three did not stay for long. After the village chief and the villagers repeatedly tried to keep them in vain, they left the village with regret and planned to go to play with the dwarf warrior Azer.

During the process, even Philen could clearly feel the overly hot gazes behind him, and couldn't help muttering:

"It's great, Lord Ash... People in this village like you so much, and there are girls who don't mind that you are over 90 years old - it's really great!"

"What's good? They only like my appearance, not my inner attraction. How can I be happy in this situation?"

Aware of Philen's unhappiness, Ash tried to tell some jokes to divert his attention.

But Fulilian didn't care about the atmosphere at all. With a look of "what are you talking about", she complained bluntly:

"If they knew your dark inner self, no matter how strong you are, those girls who advocate force may not like you."

"Nonsense, although it may not look like it, but I am actually very gentle and very popular with children. Maybe someone has a crush on me."

"It's impossible, Master Ash, give up."

Compared to usual, Philen made the assertion without hesitation this time, and the expression when he looked sideways was also particularly serious and solemn, as if he believed it from the bottom of his heart and hoped that he could think so too.

".... He was so straightforward and cute when he was a child... Why is he so cruel and ruthless now..."

"Give it up." He muttered with a hurt look, causing Fulilian to pat his shoulder with a smile and said, "Life is painful because there are too many unrealistic fantasies."

"You say it as if you understand it very well."

"I do understand it very well." Fulilian glanced at Fellen beside her and muttered softly, "Because... I also thought Fellen was very cute when he was a child, but now he has become so scary, really..."

“….Alas!”

The two who had an inexplicable tacit understanding in a strange place sighed together unconsciously at the end.

The Buried Furlian·The Journey Officially Begins: Chapter 8 Meeting Aize·Firen Again: What on earth are you hiding from me! (4K)

The overlapping sighs were heard by Furlian and Ash, who smiled at each other for their rare mutual understanding.

But this made Furlian very dissatisfied and puffed up his face: "——What, you two...are you deliberately making fun of me? Aren't you two always messing around? Otherwise, why would I be angry for no reason??"

“I'm sorry...Thinking seriously, it's all Ash (Furlian)'s fault!"

Under Furlian's accusing eyes, the two who had just reached a tacit understanding and recognized each other as close friends in their hearts, their voices overlapped again in tacit understanding-but the target was slightly different.

This made Fren really angry and funny. He even couldn't figure out their relationship. Was it good or bad?

The three of them just chatted while crossing the forest.

About three days later, at the foot of a plain cave... a dwarf warrior wearing a familiar horned helmet and a red cloak came into their sight.

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

When she noticed the familiar figure, even Fulilian couldn't help but smile knowingly, and her tone was a little higher than usual:

"——Aize, I'm here to play with you."

"......"

The dwarf warrior, with his back to the crowd, seemed to be praying to the stone pestle. He opened his eyes with a little helplessness when he heard the familiar voice, and said without turning his head: "Your tone is totally different from that of a person who hasn't seen me for 30 years."

"Rather, it's like we haven't seen each other for three or five days." Ash interrupted the conversation at the right time, and Fulilian seemed a little puzzled: "It's only thirty years?"

"Yes, it's just three Ten years....By the way, has Ash also appeared?" Aize looked back in surprise, looking at the two people who basically never appeared, and couldn't help showing a surprised expression:

"It's really rare, you two haven't appeared for so many years, and now you show up and come to see me together?"

"I just happened to pass by, of course I have to see my old friend... That's what I think." Ash smiled and glanced at Shizui, and Fulilian nodded without thinking: "Yeah, I think so too."

"....You are obviously the most ruthless, and now you are still saying such things." Although Aize's face lacked expression and his tone was quite flat, the content was quite teasing.