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

"Is this what you mean by knowing a little magic?"

"I mean knowing some magic."

"——How can you know some magic?" His understatement made Zain rush forward and put his hands on his shoulders, shaking him: "I have never seen magic more exaggerated than this!!"

"Don't be so exaggerated. In fact, this is your first time out of the village, right? You have been staying in the village all the time. What kind of magic can you have seen?"

"Even so, I have common sense!"

"Really? But I said at the beginning that I am pretty good, but you just don't believe me, right?"

"——No, no, no, no! This is not the scope of 'pretty' at all!" Zain's head shook like a rattle.

This excited look made Ash couldn't help but shake his head and laugh:

"Don't care about those details. In the end, no matter how you think about it, it was your fault for not believing me at the beginning."

"...I won't care who is right or wrong. Even if it is my fault, how did you do it? It can obviously reflect magic, right?" Even if he calmed down a little, Zain still couldn't understand what happened before.

Ash simply explained: "Just break through the upper limit of its reflection."

"...It's so easy to say."

"It's actually quite simple."

"...Damn! He looks like a strong man!!"

"In fact, I am also a strong man."

"I'm really envious!!"

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It's not just a simple sigh. Zain is really envious and can't help but want to bite his handkerchief.

Ash saw him like this. Although he didn't think there was anything to show off to this wine and meat monk, he couldn't help but show a smug expression and wanted to stimulate this guy again.

But of course he didn't explain... In addition to forcibly breaking through, gravity thunder can actually bring physical oppression. The ability to target magic alone will naturally not have much effect.

After envying and marveling, Zain gradually regained his composure after spending some time.

Of course, it is unlikely that he will recover completely, so he couldn't help but stare at Ash with a puzzled expression, feeling that he had completely changed his mind about him:

"... You are already so strong, right? Why are you still working hard at this point?"

"In order to conquer this world one day?"

"What is this, a villain-like statement?" Hearing this, Zain couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "The world is so peaceful now, what are you doing..."

"Really peaceful?"

"Uh... At least generally speaking, it won't be exaggerated... Probably..."

Having not left the village, Zain just lowered his head and pondered at this moment, but he tried very hard to say something but was not quite sure, and seemed extremely entangled.

On the other hand, Ash seemed very casual. He picked up Fulilian who was still asleep on the ground, and was too lazy to wake her up. He just carried her on his shoulder and returned to the forest without looking back: "I was joking, let's go back quickly."

"... Of course I know it's a joke, but this joke, coming from your mouth, doesn't feel so funny." Zain smiled bitterly, complained and quickly followed.

Just watching Ash's back on the road, he couldn't help but think about it a little bit. If Ash really became a villain, who could subdue him?

But the final conclusion was... I really didn't know what kind of strong people there were in this world, so I could only give up this obviously casual joke for the time being.

"Well... It should be a joke, right?"

Although his instinct thought it was a joke, and his reason told him that it must be a joke, Zain didn't know why he had a strange and inexplicable sense of disobedience.

But he really couldn't think of anyone who could stop the situation, so he could only shake his head hard and completely put this nonsense behind him.

Since Ash didn't wake up Fulilian and Philen, the two of them slept until dawn under the effect of the Chaos Flower.

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In the early morning.

Feeling the sun gently caressing her face, bringing a little warm comfort, Philen slowly opened her hazy eyes.

Under the dazzling morning sun, the natural scenery of the forest spread out in front of her eyes like a scroll, making people involuntarily indulge in this gorgeous morning light.

With a long "hmm", she stretched comfortably, as if to dispel all the fatigue of the night.

And when her head gradually became clear and she recalled what happened last night, she instinctively looked around and immediately noticed that Ash was sitting next to her with an open book in his hand.

When he raised his head and met her eyes, Ash's face showed his usual smile:

"Good morning, Philen, you seem to have slept well."

"Yes... Good morning, Master Ash."

The uneasiness of yesterday was gone, Philen felt an indescribable warmth in her heart, and unconsciously smiled at him.

This scene was also seen by Zain, and he couldn't help but look at Fulilian, who rarely got up early. He walked quickly and asked with a puzzled expression:

"I say...are these two people really not married yet?"

"...What are you talking about so early in the morning? At least you look like a priest, don't always think of strange things."

Fulilian, who was still asleep, rolled her eyes and felt that this guy was really hopeless.

This made Zain doubt himself. Maybe the problem really lies with him...Of course, this thought was just a flash and was replaced by new emotions.

As the representative of the team and the only monk, after waking up the villagers who were cursed and slept too deeply, Zain also accepted the thanks as a representative.

All the troubles and confusions in his heart disappeared in the gentle smile and words of thanks from the big sister who was the representative of the village.

On the way to leave the village and embark on the journey again, Zain's face still had a blush that had not faded, and an irrepressible smile hung on the corners of his mouth. The feeling of happiness continued to permeate for quite a long time, even...

"Lord Zain, how disgusting... As expected, a reliable lord should be someone like Lord Ash, who is upright and powerful!"

Fellen glanced at Zain with disdain, and then turned to give Ash a respectful smile, and there seemed to be a little imperceptible warmth hidden in that smile.

Flyllian also stroked her chin and joined the discussion thoughtfully: "I think neither of them is normal... Well, but if you think about it carefully, Ash is more normal."

However, Zain, who was in high spirits, completely ignored their cold words and was intoxicated by the excitement of being thanked by the big sister in the village before, and was even a little happy.

He excitedly approached Ash, put his arm around his shoulders, and asked with a strong interest in finding someone like him:

"--You also think that big sister is great, right!"

"... How do you want me to answer at this time?"

The sight of Fern and Flillian behind him made Ash feel like a thorn in his back... He didn't want to pay any attention to this guy at all.

After all, he knew very well that if he agreed, he would end up like Zain, who was disliked by the two girls.

"Oh, they are all children, why do you care so much? Men should be shameless!"

"...Compared to this, you like that big sister so much, why don't you stay in that village?"

"I want to too!! But ah——she's already married!!" As soon as he said this, Zain clenched his fists excitedly, and regretted it on the spot:

"I should have traveled a few years earlier!! If that were the case, I would definitely be the one who married that big sister!"

"You really thought about it, but monks can't get married, right?"

"Why don't you say that monks can't smoke, drink, eat meat, and gamble?"

"That's right...you win."

Facing this monk who has no taboos, even Ash was speechless for a while, and didn't know what to complain about.

After all, this guy has been so exaggerated, as if there is nothing surprising about getting married, but...the sight behind him became colder, which made him feel a little affected by the misfortune even though he was just participating in the conversation.

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Not long after leaving the village and heading north, the group entered Frisch, a fortress city near the Kingdom of Ester.

For travelers, Frisch is a transit station to the magic city.

"This is the last large city before arriving at the magic city. If you need something special, you can only buy it here."

Fulilian, who is very familiar with this station, looked at the fortress city not far away and naturally reminded everyone as a senior.

But when Philen heard this, he couldn't help but take out his purse and took a look: "Lady Fulilian... our travel expenses have run out... if we don't use Lord Ash's money, we can't even say where to stay at night, and it should be impossible to buy anything strange."

"... accept Ash's money? No, if it's like this all the way, I always feel that I will be teased badly later." When Fulilian heard this, she immediately showed a distressed expression and instinctively frowned.

But she didn't come to a conclusion. She suddenly seemed to have discovered something and suddenly looked at the road behind.

A noble carriage stopped behind them for some reason.

They were an old man who looked like a housekeeper, a middle-aged man with a one-eyed noble look, and a young man who looked almost exactly like the second son of the village chief in the previous warrior village, but with a big back hair.

It is worth mentioning that the three of them, the old, the middle-aged, and the young, were all staring at them intently, with hostility on their bodies.

".... Fulilian, are they your enemies?" Zain had heard that Fulilian had been here, so he subconsciously cast his eyes on Fulilian.

But this made Fulilian a little less confident, and she couldn't help but lower her head and think hard: ".... Although I don't like the owner of this territory, I shouldn't have offended the nobles, right?"

"But if I don't like him, I should have offended him accidentally, right?"

Recalling that when he was in the Central Kingdoms, he would be executed if he showed any disrespect to the nobles. Having been educated by Ash since childhood, Philen, who lacked respect for the nobles, was different from most people in this world, was ready to escape.

Because... the three people on the opposite side all put their hands on their weapons.

But before they could make any decisions, the red-haired boy with a slicked back hair, who was obviously a noble son, came over and took off his gloves and threw them at Ash's feet.

".... Looking for Ash?" Philen looked confused.

"Did you throw it to the wrong place?" Zain squatted down silently and put the gloves on Fulilian's feet.

This behavior made Fulilian frown in frustration: "What? Why do you want to mess with me? It's all thrown to Ash, why don't you just let Ash solve it?"

But before Zain could say anything, the boy on the opposite side stared at Ash and said angrily:

"--You actually let the servant throw the gloves that symbolize duel on the feet of a child? Don't you even have the courage to accept the challenge head-on?"

"Huh? Are you really looking for Master Ash?"

"Wait a minute? I'm a monk? Why am I treated as a servant?"

"I'm... a child?"

.......

Firen, Zain and Fulilian, the three of them were shocked to varying degrees when faced with the boy's words, and Zain and Fulilian even doubted their lives.

Only Ash was still calm and looked at the strange boy in front of him for a long time, but just spread his hands helplessly:

"Sorry, you recognized the wrong person, I don't seem to know you."

"You don't know me, but I know you! It's you-took away my father's eyes!"

"Is there anything else? Um... Who is your father?"

"One of the three great knights of the northern countries, the head of the Frisch family, Olden!"

"Ah, so that's it, Olden?" He nodded as if he suddenly realized something, and Ferenton pulled his clothes with uneasiness: "Lord Ash, what's going on? Did you accidentally hurt the noble named Olden?"

"No, you misunderstood, I have no impression of this name at all, I just wanted to show that I remembered this name."

"--You bastard...!" The boy was so angry when he heard what he said that he was about to attack on the spot.

But the father he was talking about - a middle-aged man with a knife scar on his right cheek and a black eye mask, Alden suddenly pressed his shoulder:

"Wilt, retreat, you are no match for him."

"--Father!?"

"You are indeed an excellent warrior, but this man...at least not someone you can deal with now." Alden shook his head gently to stop his son's reckless actions, then turned his head to look at Ash, and asked with a tense voice:

"...You don't stay in the Kingdom of Ester, come to my What do you want to do in the territory?"

"Just traveling....Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person?"

"You really don't remember? Then let me help you recall it? .....Thirteen years ago, outside the Kager Pass near the magic city of the Kingdom of Ester, when the Kingdom of Ester used monsters to fight, I was about to kill a rock dragon, and you suddenly appeared and took my eyes with a knife. "

Olden spoke in a deep voice about the border conflict that he couldn't bear to look back on, staring at Ash and tightening the hilt of the sword at his waist, almost unable to resist the urge to avenge that knife.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he still endured it.

Because he knew too well that the other party was different from a normal adventurer, and seemed to be a high-ranking official of the enemy country, and would not care that he was a noble.

If he really took action, he would definitely not show mercy... I guess there would be no chance of survival for his group.

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