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"No, you're Philon's uncle." "Yes, just a bad elder in a friend's family."

They retorted without any politeness, but Lylene's attitude made them realize that Ash's social status was much higher than they had imagined.

After all, it wasn't just around Seria that he could act recklessly; even Lylene, who seemed to be the second-in-command of the Magic Association, treated him like a superior...

"Uncle, you're not actually my grandfather, are you?" Connie asked in a low voice, a little worried.

Rabindé pretended not to care, but his intentional or unintentional gaze made it seem as if he was afraid Rabindé would nod.

"...My situation is a bit special. Considering all the actual circumstances, I shouldn't be considered a grandfather." He had originally wanted to nod, but now, as if possessed, he shook his head with a hint of annoyance.

He regretted it as soon as he said it, but it was too late to take it back.

As the two breathed a sigh of relief, Duncan couldn't help but cough lightly: "I'll treat you to whatever you want to eat. You two kids, why don't you go play over there? We have something important to say."

Regardless of what happened in the examination room, considering the other person's age and the presence of the principal... the two reluctantly got up and sat down elsewhere.

Duncan and Lyle followed and led him to sit in another corner... It was during this move that he finally learned that the two of them had once been close friends, but had not seen each other for many years.

This time, Duncan needed something from Lylene, and—he also needed her help.

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Since Ash was somewhat aware of Duncan's relationship with Golden City Mahart, Duncan frankly expressed his wish to return to his hometown to visit his grave.

However, his hometown and the surrounding forests had all been turned to gold, meaning that even if he went inside, he would only be faced with cold, indestructible special gold. Moreover...

"...My master, Mahat, is still over there, so I hope..." Duncan stated his purpose bluntly at the end of his sentence, but before he could finish, Ash waved his hand to interrupt him, clearly uninterested.

"Give up. Even with Lylene's help, you can't defeat Mahat." "...I know that too. I know how powerful my master is. Even as a first-level mage, I couldn't possibly defeat him." Duncan calmly shook his head. "But my desire to go back isn't to defeat Mahat or save my homeland..."

"what?"

“It’s just a guard request. Mahat is still in that golden land. Even if he obtains the magic to counteract gold-ification from Seria through the transfer of magic, there’s no way to guarantee his safety. So I hope you can protect me as I return to my hometown to sweep my grave.”

"...Going to such lengths just to sweep a grave?"

"...You are more ruthless than I imagined."

"Isn't it true? The person is dead, why bother with these things? It's more important to treat your wife well when she was alive. Now you're risking being attacked by Mahathir to visit her grave... Isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?"

"It's not that simple... Perhaps now, recalling the happy times I spent with my wife has become a source of fear for me?"

Duncan didn't know how to talk to him, so he could only look out the window, probably in the direction of his hometown that had been swallowed by gold, and calmly say, "This time, I'm visiting the grave so that I can completely let go of those memories."

"...I'm sorry, I don't understand at all."

"As long as I see my hometown, which has been completely changed by the passage of time, I will be able to give up completely, because every little thing I spent with my wife is definitely no longer in that place. I just want to confirm it."

"...Can happy memories really be given up so easily?"

To be honest, Ash is now on a completely different level and doesn't quite understand this old man anymore.

Lylene, who had remained silent until now, interjected with a melancholy look in her downcast eyes: "...Time is more terrifying than you imagine. If we can't leave behind a lasting memory, sooner or later, Lady Celia will surely forget us too."

"No... Although Celia isn't a good person and has a terrible personality, isn't your impression of her a bit too far off from reality?"

"I was just stating the facts, and even so... it was that person who recognized me and made me who I am today."

"...I don't even know if you admire her or hate her." The strange statement, coming from the mouth of Lylene who seemed to be a follower of Seria, really left Ash speechless.

Although he didn't want to say much, he shook his head and spoke his heart, which he had heard from Celia for the first time today:

"Do you know what kind of magic conjured up the flowers in that hanging garden?"

"...Could it be magic to conjure up a flower field? What's wrong?"

“That was Volamere’s favorite magic, the magic her parents taught her.”

"Volamel's magic... is that it? So it was that person's." Lylene's eyes widened in surprise, muttering to herself, "As expected, only disciples who leave their mark on history are remembered by Lady Celia..."

"No, why have you suddenly become so obsessive?" He shook his head repeatedly, dumbfounded, and explained:

"Although she did leave her name, in Celie's eyes, Vlamem was a failure. She always said that it was a failure that she trained on a whim... But in fact, she still clearly remembers the personality and favorite magic of every disciple she took in on a whim, and has never regretted it—especially me! Yes, that's what she told me."

"Lord Ash..."

"what?"

“...You’re so kind.” Lylene’s earlier stunned expression turned into distress as she lowered her head and whispered, “But thank you anyway. Even though it’s a lie, I’m glad to hear you say that.”

"...Even if the old man says I'm gentle, I'm not happy at all. Why was my word judged as a lie?"

"Because no matter how I think about it, I can't imagine why Lady Celie would say that you were in a special situation, which means... you were just trying to comfort me, right?"

"...Why did it turn out like this?"

Although he did add a little bit of his own ideas, it shouldn't be considered a lie overall. His well-intentioned explanation, however, resulted in a strange misunderstanding, giving Ash a bit of a headache.

Duncan didn't join their conversation either, because he had already said everything he needed to say, and now he just watched him silently, hoping to get a response.

"Never mind... if we happen to be passing by, I'll go with you to take a look."

In the end, he left only these words, then silently got up with a slight headache and quickly left.

Because—he had noticed Linne's gaze from afar since evening.

He had wanted to go find Linne since he left home, but various situations had delayed him. Now, if he didn't deal with it, he was worried that the child might just rush out.

The Burial of Frilian: The Official Beginning of Her Journey: Bounty

Although it appears to be one update per chapter, it's actually been under a bounty system the whole time! After all, dividing it into separate chapters is quite troublesome...

The bounty settlement for last month should have been released at the beginning of last month, but... there were indeed a lot of monthly passes at the end of the month, but they should have been mostly paid back by now.

I haven't calculated it precisely, but judging from experience, it should be about right. After all, the daily updates are around 8 to 9, which should correspond to the amount of bounty offered, and it should be at least as much as that.

I originally planned to reduce the pace of this book and finish the other one first, since... as you all know, I've been writing two books at once and I don't have any backlog of chapters... but I had no choice but to do so for the anniversary.

The daily word count is based on 4K words (two 2K ​​words each or one 4K word each). Then, accumulate 100 monthly tickets, 100 blades, and 10000 rewards to add one more 2K word or 2K word. As before, there is no upper limit. The deadline is the end of the month.

You can get more blades, so please use as many as you can. It's just that this time there are lucky bags and such, so we can only adjust them to be the same. But even if we don't pay, at least give us some blades from the free refreshes...

Even though it didn't start at the beginning of the month, let's start counting from the beginning of the month, since it's easier to calculate that way... because I'm really lazy! And it wouldn't be friendly to those who voted at the beginning of the month either!

Finally, to sum it up, I'm asking for monthly tickets, razor blades (symbols of revenge), and donations! Just open the lucky bags and use what's left! Although I still want to remind everyone... try not to be a gambler, although I was a gambler last time, and the result... well, let's just say it's hard to describe.

The Burial of Frilian: The Officially Beginning Journey: Chapter 41 The Obedient, Rebellious, and Clingy Linne Linne: I am Lord Ash's Lover

While Ash was chatting with the two elderly men, Connie and Rabine noticed that they seemed to be discussing something very serious. Feeling that the atmosphere was too somber, they packed up some food and left the scene.

The two elderly people left behind, Lylene was still depressed about Seria's heartlessness, while Duncan watched Ash leave and breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the other party was Golden Country Mahat. Even with a mage like Lyleen, who was at the pinnacle of human magic, and himself, it would be difficult to guarantee that they would reach his wife's grave alive.

Now, all that remains is for Celie's magic to stop the gold transformation, and... for Ash to stop Mahat.

Although Ash said he would only go to check it out if he was just passing by, he probably would have to see the actual situation before deciding whether to accept the commission.

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After leaving the store, Ash should normally have gone home, but...

He had just left the tavern when a group of people emerged from the alley at the other end of the street.

Those were eight royal guard knights, clad in uniform magical gear, armed to the teeth, with even their knight masks enchanted.

Undoubtedly, these people were chosen from different battlefields, people who were supposed to die, and they exuded a sharp and calm aura that had been tested by life and death.

They also spread out in a tacit formation, forming an unbreakable protective circle, with a small figure wearing a hoodie at the center.

The person being heavily protected looks like a child straight out of a fairy tale, exuding an innocent and naive aura. The strange hood that doesn't quite match adds to the mystery and childlike charm.

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However, she has a pair of beautiful purple eyes, a delicate and petite face, and a slender and graceful figure. When she wears that gothic Lolita-style dress that blends the purity of white with brown, one can't help but feel affection and amazement.

"Lene...why are you here?" Ash felt a stomachache as soon as he saw the girl dressed in gothic lolita fashion.

Across from her, Lina's still somewhat childish face revealed obvious dissatisfaction: "Isn't it because Lord Ash and Lord Aura's birthdays are coming up soon?"

"...You actually still remember?"

“But since you haven’t shown up, Lord Aura is starting to get more and more troubled, so I came here.”

"...At this point, even if you're lying, you should say you miss me."

"Really? Then I miss Lord Ash." Lina nodded silently, looking like she had learned something.

They had barely exchanged a few words when they took an apple from the knight's basket, wiped it on the inside of his coat, and took a big bite.

This practiced movement left him speechless, and with a suppressed headache, he grabbed the small horn on her head:

"...Why do you wipe my body with apples when you eat them?"

"I've already put it in there to wipe it clean." Linne glanced at him, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then asked, puzzled, "It shouldn't be dirty, right?"

"My question is... why am I the one being used to wipe it? I'm not asking you to doubt whether my clothes are dirty or not!"

"sorry."

"...Have I given you a lecture yet?"