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

Using magic to lower his own weight, he rolled over. Although he was covered in dust, he was not hurt at all.

He stood up freely, patted the dust on his body, and couldn't help complaining: "Isn't this a diligent study? It's a bit too much to be kicked out like this?"

However...Celiai in the inner hall ignored him, which made him feel bored. He carried a large bag of ancient magic books from Celia and left here temporarily.

On the way to find the elf village, Ash hadn't found the elves yet, but he met someone who looked familiar for some reason.

But...thinking seriously, he felt that he should not have known anyone five hundred years ago? Although it was the same five hundred years later.

The person's long orange hair covered half of her face. She looked like a woman in her early thirties. After a brief suspicion, he immediately remembered that he had read a lot of introductions about this person in the information he had checked, because...she was the woman who would become the ancestor of human magic in the future-Flame.

And now...

"You..." Volame stared at him, as if he noticed something unusual: "Why are you staring at me?"

"Ah~ cough... You are Volame, right? I've heard of you."

"Have you heard of me?" Volame, who has always been low-key, frowned when he heard this, and he became more alert and even secretly prepared magic.

After all, this chaotic world is full of various crises. Even the most powerful magician may be killed by the dagger behind him if he is not careful.

"Don't get me wrong, I heard about your existence from Celia?"

"...Master?"

"To be honest, I am your junior apprentice."

"Junior apprentice? Master accepted a new apprentice?"

"Is it strange?"

"Very strange." Volame nodded without thinking, and cast a scrutinizing look at him: "With Master's personality...it shouldn't be so easy to accept a disciple. What did she like about you?"

"Probably sincerity and diligence?"

"...Although it's not appropriate for me to say, Master is not the type who will accept a disciple just because someone is sincere and diligent."

"And her personality is quite rude. She even beat me out when she went out. Oh, I really hope she can understand the importance of respecting the elderly and loving the young."

"......."

Volame didn't say anything, just staring at him silently.

Judging from the appearance, there was nothing suspicious about Ash, but his aura always gave her a strange feeling.

What she was most taboo about was Ash's aura, which gave her the feeling that he had killed many people.

Could it be that it was because she saw someone who had killed so many people for the first time, so there was something wrong with his aura? To be honest, she couldn't be sure now.

Out of caution, she didn't say anything more, but quietly walked away from Ash, intending to go back and verify with Celia.

It was also on the spot that Ash watched Volame go away until he disappeared, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:

"... The way of hiding that Celia taught me is really useful. If I had met this person at the beginning, I would definitely be exposed, right?"

Although the two sides did not fight, he could feel from the aura that Volame was definitely the strongest human he had ever seen... even if the other party seemed to have hidden his aura.

However, the other party had already avoided him, so he naturally didn't plan to think too much, and happily headed towards the map that Celia had given him before, towards the direction of the village.

It was not long before he left the ruins, and he gradually realized that Celia gave him the map... and told him the address of the elf village, maybe to get him out of the way? Want to avoid him from relying on his parents there? ?

Buried Fulilian·Thousands of Years to the Present: Chapter 16 The Gap between Reality and Ideal·First Meeting with Fulilian

After a long journey for quite some time, Ash finally found the legendary elf village through the map, but...

"Is the gap from imagination too big?"

In the depths of the distant primeval forest, the hidden elf village seemed to be forgotten by time.

It lay quietly in an empty and deep field, surrounded by dense and boundless ancient trees. The sun shone through the dense canopy, casting mottled light and shadow, covering this land with a mysterious and slightly bleak gauze.

The stone houses of the elves were scattered in this open space. Although the appearance was not gorgeous, the interior... was the same as the appearance, without any rustic beauty, only simplicity.

The roofs of the stone houses were covered with moss and vines, and the years had left mottled marks on them, as if telling the story of their wild growth in the past.

Although the doors and windows are small and a bit dilapidated, no one repairs them.

The scattered elves are dressed very simply, even a little like refugees... If their clothes were not neat, these villagers dressed too simply would be no different from refugees, and look like ordinary medieval villagers.

They all look unmotivated, doing something on their own, and there are no children or elderly people... Even if there are, he can't tell them apart.

Originally, the weird personality of Celia, the loli elf, was enough to break Ash's perception of elves.

After all, elves in stories are usually very beautiful, and normally have some attributes such as elegance, but in reality...

"...Why is there such a big gap between the reality and the story? The village is also dilapidated and lacks beauty. These guys are my dream crushers, right?"

While complaining about his dream being ruined, he glanced around, but he noticed a small elf in the crowd, who seemed to be the strongest among the group of elves.

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

The elf has a graceful figure, with soft silver hair hanging down to her waist like a waterfall, shining with a soft and mysterious luster like moonlight.

The exquisite and slender ears reveal extraordinary spirituality and elegance, and the emerald eyes are deep and bright, which is unforgettable at first sight.

Although she is only about 1.5 meters tall, she has an indescribable beauty of being petite and exquisite. Her movements are full of agility and cuteness, making people involuntarily feel affection for her.

....Well, actually, it was just his imagination, based on the beautified image of elves he had seen in the story.

In fact, although the elf had silver hair reaching his waist, long ears and emerald eyes, he was still small enough to fit into an airport.

Picture: "Fu Lillian", location: "Images/1720864461-100409035-111887007.jpg"

The only advantage is probably that he is quite cute...but the other person is a lolita, and he is not a lolita fan, so it is still different from what he expected.

Just when he was secretly depressed, the elf seemed to notice his sight, walked over on his own initiative, and frowned:

"....Who are you? Why are you looking at me and sighing?"

"Just a passer-by." As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh again: "I just thought of something sad, please don't pay attention to it, after all, I am a good person."

"....Yeah?"

"Um."

"Are you really a good person? Your breath is a bit strange, and... murderous intent is obvious." The girl pointed at his face and asked bluntly: "Are you actually a fugitive?"

"Do I look like that?"

"I don't know, maybe?"

"Actually, I am the general of the kingdom."

"Then why come here?"

"Actually, I defected."

"Defected...?" The elf girl's eyes widened in surprise: "He is indeed a fugitive? But why?"

"Because I want to learn magic."

"Want to learn magic?....You seem to be quite strong among humans, right? Although I haven't seen many humans."

"You look very strong, can you teach me magic?"

Although the opponent is obviously not as strong as the two people he met before, he is also a long-lived elf and should have unique magic. Ash took out two gold coins from his body while saying: "Is this considered a reward? Is it okay?" "

"..." The girl glanced at the money in his hand and slowly shook her head: "There is no need for money here."

"That would be troublesome."

"But in exchange, you can trade prey."

"Ah, I'm good at hunting." He smiled, and then stretched out his hand to the girl in front of him: "My name is Ash, what's yours?"

"Flillian."

"Then please give me more advice from now on, Miss Fulilian."

"Um."

Fulilian nodded very coldly and walked towards a stone house without intending to say anything more to him.

Although he was a little regretful, he didn't really care. He was just worried about what he should do next.

But Fulilian stopped for a moment and looked back: "What are you doing standing over there?"

"Uh...I'm thinking about what I should do at this time..."

"come over."

"???"

"Edna's house has been empty for a while. She probably won't come back before you die, so I can lend it to you temporarily." Frillian raised her hand and pointed to a building covered with vines.

"....What you said is really exaggerating, but how long was it?"

"More than thirty years, right?"

"...It's been quite a while."

Just like the statement that he had been out for ten days and a half, Ash couldn't help but click his tongue, but he still looked around and couldn't help asking: "Speaking of which, you guys should be very free, why don't you repair these residences?" one time??"

"It will break after a while. It's too troublesome. As long as it doesn't leak, it'll be fine."

"...How long will it take after a while? Ah...forget it, I can probably guess it."

He held his forehead with one hand and tried to adjust his thoughts.

Although he is already an immortal species, he is really not used to it for a while. The elves have a unique view of time... But no matter what, he is still in this elf village that is not sure whether it is hospitable or not. Lived temporarily.

The Burial of Fulilian: Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 17 Who is the strange one?

Since elves in this world are considered humans in a broad sense, they sometimes call themselves humans, so they have no exclusive ideas about humans.

The long lifespan and the research on magic made this village different from the human village he first encountered. It seemed unexpectedly rich... maybe not to mention it, but just enough to eat, right?

But it's impossible to eat anything good in this deep mountain.

".... But I didn't expect that the elves' barbecue skills are so good."

"After all, they are idle." Fulilian, who looked unmotivated, gave an answer without thinking. It made sense, but it made him want to complain.

The look of wanting to say something but not saying it made Fulilian raise her eyebrows subconsciously: "What?"

".... It's okay, I just thought, if I can adapt to here as soon as possible."

"It's meaningless to adapt, you will leave soon."

"Is that so?"

"Everyone who comes here is like this. I heard that no one has lived for more than a hundred years."

".... That means he is dead."

"Ah... It seems so?" Fulilian stared at the flame in front of her and sighed to herself with a slightly lack of emotion. "Human lifespan is really short. They die of old age before they get familiar with the place."

"I'm not saying... How slow are you?"

"What do you mean by slow?"

"Slow means... Never mind." Feeling that humans' slowness is a little different from hers, Ash simply ended this meaningless topic and asked, "Anyway, can I ask you something? When are you going to teach me magic?"

"Take a short break."

"Let me confirm first, how long is your one?"

"Thirty years?" Fulilian didn't think much about it and gave a time that felt about the same: "With thirty years, you will be able to adapt to this village and start studying properly, right?"

"Are you serious?" He asked dumbfoundedly, but Fulilian looked puzzled: "Why would I lie?"

"... What should I do? I suddenly want to hit someone."