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

But this night, because Kraft's supplies were lost, Ash simply gave him his sheets.

Frillian and Fearon were sharing a table, Ash and Kraft were sharing a table, and a group of people were just scattered on the wooden floor in front of the fireplace, but...

In the middle of the night, Fulian, who was half asleep, turned to one side, leaving Fearon exposed to the cold air. She curled up with the cold and shivered.

It happened that Ash, who was still practicing magic late at night, saw it and directly covered up the sheet that belonged to Feilun.

"...She is still a child after all."

Looking at the girl sleeping in an upright posture, he smiled unconsciously and stroked the long purple hair. It was not until Feilun gradually stopped shaking that he continued his practice.

The demon's body makes him less prone to fatigue, especially after he can be transformed into a demon. Maintaining this human state consumes very little energy. He is still energetic even if he doesn't sleep for a week.

Therefore, he naturally did not intend to waste time sleeping unless necessary.

In fact, Fearon had already woken up when he quietly covered her with a quilt... After all, there were strangers in the room, but the familiar touch and movement on her hair made her choose to continue pretending to be asleep.

Because of the familiar warmth in her palm, she unconsciously wanted to sink in like this and enjoy the feeling of being taken care of by him... so she accidentally forgot to open her eyes.

But when Ash gradually stepped aside and crossed his legs to hone his magic power, she unconsciously glanced at Ash with a complicated look in her eyes, and unconsciously clenched the sheets that were still warm.

Because she really couldn't understand why Yaxiu had to work so hard to practice every day when he was obviously very strong, and...whether she could really help him.

And she actually couldn't figure out who Yaxiu was fighting for, so he devoted so much effort to studying magic and martial arts.

But no matter what it is, she hopes that she can help this person sometimes, and if she can make a wish, it's probably... if we can always be together like this.

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Although Feilun's eyes did not directly meet Ash, her tenderness and expectation were clearly revealed from her subtle movements and eyes as she gripped the sheets.

Even with his eyes closed, Ash could feel something... But if Feilun didn't say anything, he wouldn't understand why Feilon was peeking at him, as if he was still expecting something.

Do you still want to touch your head? He is really a child, he has just touched it, right? But this is unexpectedly cute~ - He couldn't help but smile, sat down next to Fearon again, and stroked the soft purple hair.

This also made Feilunben's still somewhat uneasy mood immediately relieved.

Sure enough, Master Ash still understands me. I will definitely not leave without authorization in the future, right? ——The gentle touch made her lips curl up unconsciously, and she quietly grabbed the hem of her clothes, and fell asleep with an indescribable sense of peace of mind.

Yaxiu only took back his hand when she fell asleep completely, and resumed his uninterrupted practice in this vast winter night.

The next day, the early morning sunlight did not shine into the room as promised.

The sky was still gloomy, and the cracks in the doors and windows continued to make "oooo~" sounds.

Ash, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, opened the door and took a look. The world outside the window was still covered in thick snow.

The blizzard has not subsided as the night has passed, and the snowflakes are still falling, like endless white gauze pouring down from the sky, rendering the distant mountains, trees and all objects that can be touched into flawless pure white, making it beautiful He couldn't help but admire:

"It's exactly as expected and..."

Bang——! !

Before he could finish speaking, a hand slammed the door shut behind him.

Then, when he lowered his head in depression, Fulian, who emerged from below him, also raised her head angrily and glared at her:

"——Don't sigh blindly, you are not cold, but we are almost freezing to death!"

"Feel sorry....."

"Well... I didn't mean it, just forget it."

She originally wanted to talk to him nicely, but it was rare for him to apologize honestly, so she asked Fulian to silently return to the fire.

The group of people just stayed there, warming themselves by the fire and chatting. After a while, they went outside together to bring back Kraft's carriage that accidentally got stuck in the heavy snow.

Free and abundant supplies are enough for four people to survive this severe cold.

Although there is an additional monk whom they just met, due to issues of faith and race, Fulian and Feilun can still chat with him...As for Ash, he can basically chat with anyone who can talk. , there is no communication problem at all.

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The days that followed, time flew by like water.

Under the influence of the northern cold current, the blizzards continued intermittently, so the group of people was trapped here.

Compared with the situation of others, Ash, who is both a magician and a warrior, and has the ability to fly that human magicians cannot match, will leave for a few days under the pretext of exploring the surroundings when the wind and snow break... Let’s go to the Royal Capital and Demon King’s Castle, which are actually not far away.

After all, human flying magic is basically a poor imitation of the demons. It not only consumes a lot of energy but also lacks maneuverability. Compared to the demons, the control ability is also quite poor.

Because of this, the group of people were obviously magicians, but they did not use flying to avoid the blizzard, or to rush on their way... Even though they were almost thrown away before, Fulian had never flown.

Ash can control his body to fly in the blizzard, but Fulilian and the others will be blown away by the wind at that kind of wind speed, unless they use protective magic to defend their whole body.

But if you wrap your own protection in all directions, the magic power consumption will be very huge, so under normal circumstances, even if you encounter an attack, it will only be spread out briefly on the attack surface.

Of course, although this protective magic consumes a lot of money, the defense is also very amazing. If a normal attack magic hits five two-meter-thick earth walls, it will penetrate a huge hole with a diameter of more than three meters.

In terms of actual power, tank guns are not worth mentioning when faced with the transformation of killing magic and attack magic used by humans. You have to use the main gun of a battleship to compare... At least in the face of the penetrating power during large-scale destruction. Like this.

Because of the excellent defense, the consumption is really too high. It is unrealistic to protect the whole body during flight, and short-term protection cannot keep warm. Naturally, they cannot take such measures to avoid the cold.

And when the blizzard seemed to be over, the group was about to part ways, and it was finally time to set sail again...

"Speaking of it, Frilian." Kraft, who was sitting on a wooden stake by the forest and carving goddess ornaments out of wood, suddenly looked at Frilian when they passed by and said, "You are different from Ash. , I just don’t believe in the goddess, right?”

"...Although that guy is completely disgusted, this makes me believe in the existence of the goddess a little bit."

"Haha~ Then you can become a good missionary." Kraft unconsciously looked at Ash who was beating the passing monsters to practice his martial arts.

The strange comment left Ash speechless: "....I would rather not have that kind of strange function."

"But, have you heard about me?" Kraft smiled, but looked at Frillian again while speaking.

"No, what's wrong? What kind of celebrity are you? And does this have anything to do with whether you believe in the goddess or not?"

"No, I just want to say that we are all elves, so... no matter what great deeds or justice we have created in the past, they will be forgotten by everyone over time, and everyone who knows will disappear."

At this moment, Kraft's eyes showed an indescribable loneliness.

This slightly strange statement made Fulilian a little curious: "Do you think the goddess will remember it? So you believe in the goddess?"

"Yes, I want to be praised by the goddess in heaven after my death: Well done Kraft, your life is wonderful... This is my only wish to believe in the goddess."

Kraft was touching the goddess pendant on his chest and speaking slowly, with unspeakable expectations on his face.

He whispered his only hope for the goddess, but at the end he looked at Fulilian and said seriously:

"No one remembers my life path. This is really cruel... So I believe in the existence of the goddess from the bottom of my heart. Without the goddess, I would be at a loss."

"...Your faith is unexpectedly utilitarian." Ash couldn't help but interrupt the conversation, feeling a little disillusioned with this monk who seemed to be very devout since they met.

He just complained like this, but he couldn't help but think of something: "Speaking of which, Haita seems to have similar thoughts."

"Ah, indeed... Haita said that he wanted to drink and eat in heaven, and then be praised by the goddess..." Fulilian, who also thought of her old friend, unconsciously recalled that she had been there What happened at the orphanage sponsored by Haita, I couldn’t help laughing and said:

"That fair-weather monk said something while drinking: My goddess, you will definitely praise me for being upright and pure."

"What's wrong with that?"

"...You actually think there's nothing wrong?" Fulilian was dumbfounded: "You guys who believe in the goddess are really weird."

"We have all gone through a long life to get here...Fulillian." Although he has deep faith in the goddess, Kraft is not a fanatical believer, and he doesn't know much about who the believers are. request, and now he said even more seriously:

"If there were no goddess...I would definitely be at a loss, and he would be the same way, to face the death that will arrive one day."

"...Instead of thinking about death, why not just find a way to prevent yourself from dying." Ya Xiu pressed the monster in front of him with his hand into the soil, and turned around calmly: "Put your hope on others, Is this your choice as an elf?"

"You are so young, Ash. I used to be as energetic as you, but in the end...only the goddess will remember everything."

"I don't get compliments."

"Haha, that's true...but you are a human being, so you don't have to worry about being forgotten." Kraft looked at Frillian mid-sentence and said softly:

"You are different, Fulian. If you don't believe in the goddess, then let me praise you on behalf of the goddess. I will remember your story."

"...As expected of people who share the same faith." Kraft's speech made Fulian once again recall the conversation she had with Haita in the orphanage sponsored by Haita.

After Haita said similar words, she also praised her past efforts to hide her magic power. This made her smile helplessly and shake her head gently: "No need, I already have other people who will praise me."

"Really? Although Ash is a bit of a bad person, you have a good friend, Fulian."

"...No, this guy is not what I wanted to say just now." Fulilian glanced at Ash, but shook her head and laughed: "But this guy did praise my magic a long time ago. Recently, I got up early "

"Sure enough, I have a good friend."

Kraft smiled and nodded, but he temporarily swallowed everything else he wanted to say.

Even if this is the case now, will they really be alive in the future? Can anyone still remember you? ——Craft couldn’t bear to continue saying those words at this time.

The two elves just like that, chatting about the goddess, gradually returned to the hut not far away.

"...Does it really make sense to put everything on a completely unknown existence? Well, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. And I don't need anyone to praise me at all."

Ash, who was behind him, muttered, and kicked the monster's skull like he was kicking a watermelon. He was covered in blood and calmly watched the direction in which the two of them were going.

For him, the best way to avoid being forgotten is to keep the people he knows alive for a long time.

Unfortunately, the biggest obstacle to achieving immortality for today's humans is not entirely a matter of insufficient exploration of magic.

Although it is indeed not enough, it is useless even if it is enough, because those are the privileges of the goddess.

Just like those sacred magic, time magic, and life are all monopolized roads. At least according to the scriptures, if heaven really exists, those souls belong to the goddess. If you prevent death, wouldn't you be going against the goddess?

Because of this, in order to gain enough capital for himself to compete with the goddess, he had already used the souls harvested on the battlefield to make wishes and transform them through the system to strengthen the limits of his body.

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After discussing the issue of the goddess with Fulian for a while, it was time for Kraft to part ways with the three of them.

"....I don't think this is farewell. Let's meet again in a few hundred years." With a calm smile, Kraft took a deep look at Florian, then turned and walked away.

Facing her long-lost compatriots, Fulilian just nodded slightly, appearing extraordinarily cold.

This made Fearon, who received the pendant from Kraft, thanked him and said goodbye actively, and couldn't help but preach:

"Obviously we are a rare member of the same race, right? Lady Fulilian at least said one last word?"

"Forget it, Philon." Ash casually reached out his hand and pressed it on Fulilian's head habitually. While shaking the little man, he explained on his behalf:

"For elves, this separation from humans has been repeated countless times. If it were not an important person, it would be difficult for Fulian to have too many mood swings."

"....Thank you for explaining it to me, Ash, but I've said it several times, don't touch my hair. Can you please respect me a little bit?" Fulilian looked displeased as if she found it troublesome. She glanced at him, swatted away the impolite hand, and then straightened her messed up hair.

When Fearon heard his explanation, she became curious: "...Ms. Fulilian is very cold towards people. Is it because she has lived too long?"

"That's not entirely the case, because elves also have good personalities, and she's obviously the bad one."

"Although this may be the case, Lord Ash...just because you always treat Lord Fulilian so casually, Lord Fulilian and you have known each other for so many years, and there are always conflicts. "

Yaxiu answered helpfully, but Feilun recognized him and unconsciously talked about him.

Fulilian was very happy when she heard this. She raised her head proudly and wanted to add insult to injury. But at this moment, Feilun turned around and reprimanded: "Of course Lord Fulilian is too! Your character should also improve!"

"Ah, yes..."

The smile that just appeared on Fulilian's face suddenly turned into embarrassment.

It was precisely these two guys who were neither very good in character that made it difficult for Fearon to just preach.

On the way over the mountains, she was like a worried old mother, constantly educating the two of them while there was no one around.

The two of them had become accustomed to it, lowering their heads and walking on in silence... After all, talking like this would make things go faster.

Why didn't he refute it....there was nothing wrong with what Fearon said. Ash, who hoped Fearon could be a good kid, naturally didn't intend to argue, and Frillian was simply used to being criticized.