What if you are reborn as a demon after a funeral?

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"I already know that without you telling me, but... I'll bring Philon down later. After you take a shower, remember to cook something, preferably something the child likes."

"You still don't understand her."

"What do you mean?"

"At least for now, I don't think she'll come down anytime soon."

"But I will bring her down."

He shrugged slightly, grabbed an umbrella, and then opened the door to step directly into the wind and rain.

His steps as he went out were very elegant, but the heavy wind and rain rendered his medieval umbrella useless as soon as he opened it, causing the icy rain to slap wildly against his face.

"With such heavy rain, he's still so diligent; this child is truly..."

He wiped the rain off his face, muttered something, and then simply took to the air, disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the back mountain, at the edge of a bare cliff on the edge of the forest.

The long-haired, purple-haired girl, with hair reaching her waist, stood on the edge of the cliff, ignoring the strong wind and heavy rain, staring intently at the protruding rocks on the other side of the cliff.

Single-mindedly, she repeatedly used ordinary attack magic, evolved from murderous magic and adapted for humans, to shoot at the distant boulder.

No matter how many times the light shot out, it would quickly lose its momentum due to insufficient control and magic power, and would dissipate with the wind before even reaching the rock.

Ash stood watching for a while, then couldn't help but step forward and reach out, pressing his hand on Philon's head to dissuade him:

"...Take it slow, you can't succeed right now."

"No, neither you nor Lady Haita have much time left. If... if Lady Frilian really can't make it, I at least want to show you that I have the ability to survive on my own."

The girl turned around, braving the torrential rain, and stared straight at his face.

The firmness of his words seemed unwavering.

This made him gently crouch down to be at eye level with the girl, gazing into her clear, watery eyes. After a moment's thought, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly said:

"This is a secret between us... We can't tell anyone else, not even Frilian."

"....What?"

"Actually, I'm not quite the same as Haita. I'm very special. My body is strong enough to support me to see your future and witness your life all the time. So, even until the end of your life, I will protect you."

"is that so?"

"Of course, I can swear to you here that no matter what the future holds or how our relationship changes, I will never leave you."

His tone was firm and unwavering, while his gentle eyes held a deep warmth, causing Philon to widen his eyes in surprise.

Despite the fact that the statement was baseless, she found it hard to doubt... or rather, she was unwilling to doubt it.

Ash didn't say anything after that, he just gently stroked her head, making her feel her tense body relax and soften in his hands, and she even had the urge to throw herself into his arms as she used to.

But before she could make a decision, Ash, as always, gently pulled her into his arms, causing her to once again... unconditionally succumb to this warmth.

The Burial of Frilian: Chapter 80 - Philon's Little Regret - You were plotting against me?! (4K)

Despite the heavy rain and the cold, being gently held in Ash's arms made Philon feel a warmth that seemed to rival the warmth of being enveloped by the world.

It's no exaggeration to say that, at least for her now, she would never give up this favor, even if it meant exchanging the whole world's affection for her.

The sadness and panic in her heart disappeared completely without her realizing it. She had long forgotten her girlish resistance to him and unconsciously hugged him tightly instead.

During this process, Ash felt that it was not good to stay like this in the rain, so he picked her up as before and let the girl sit in the crook of his arm like a child.

"Ash-Lord Ash? This...this?" The sudden increase in perspective surprised Philon more than making him panic; he felt embarrassed and even worried that Ash, as a mage, would be the first to give up and want to get down and walk.

However... to her surprise, whether in her childhood or now, the arm that supported her has always held her steadily without the slightest sway.

"Anyway, let's go back now. If you stay here in the rain, you might catch a cold. Besides, you haven't eaten yet, so you must be hungry, right? I've already prepared a whole table of food."

"Since you say so..." At this moment, Philon had no way to object and was forced to obediently nod and compromise.

Although she was much taller now and it was difficult to hug him while he was sitting on her arms, and she also felt very shy, she still quietly reached out and hugged his neck, pressing her face against his cheek, her expression more relaxed and soothed than ever before.

Even in the heavy rain, she unconsciously closed her eyes. No matter how strong the wind and rain, or how bumpy the future might be, at least for now she had someone she could completely trust, someone she could confidently and boldly show her weakness... or rather, someone she could act spoiled as she pleased.

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When Ash gave up flying and hurried down the mountain, finally returning to the cabin, he opened the door and the aroma of food wafted out.

As soon as the hungry Philon was put down, she met Frilian's surprised gaze. As if trying to hide her shame, she was reluctant to part with him, but she still hurriedly let go of him and jumped down, and quickly ran to the bathroom.

After a relaxing bath, the hungry young girl ran to the dining table and began to eat heartily, somewhat disregarding her ladylike image.

Meanwhile, Frillie, sitting at the dining table, rested her chin on her hand, glancing at Philon and then at Ash, who was about to take a shower, with a look of surprise on her face.

"...You're surprisingly good; you actually managed to persuade the child to come down."

"I won, didn't I?"

"Indeed...you understand humans better than I do."

"Look at what you're saying. If I'm not even as good as you, wouldn't I be an idiot?" Ash chuckled and shook his head, then casually closed the bathroom door.

When he came out, Philon had already finished eating and even cleaned up the dishes, but he was still lying on the table, staring at him with his cheeks puffed out.

"....This is?"

His sudden change of attitude, as quick as turning the pages of a book, puzzled him. He looked at Frillie, but she shook her head and remained silent.

Meanwhile, Philon, who was also lying on the table, muttered to himself, "I thought it was Lord Ash who made the meal."

"So it really is because Frilian's cooking is bad?"

"No! It's just..."

"what?"

"Shouldn't it be Lord Ash who's cooking, judging from the atmosphere?"

"Don't be so greedy. Being content is the most important thing in life." Faced with the girl's dissatisfaction with the imperfection, Ash casually patted her head and pointed to Frillie, who was still studying and deciphering a grimoire, saying:

"I'm already perfect enough. If I could also cook, what would happen to someone as flawed as Frilian?"

"Hey, that's not fair!" The innocent Frillie glared at him, but he ignored her and continued to lecture the child: "Anyway, that's about it. As a person, you have to learn to be content with what you have."

"...However, as expected, at this time, I still want to eat what Lord Ash makes."

But life is bound to have regrets, isn't it?

......

Ash and Philon were bickering, but the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious, completely dispelling the previous gloom.

Meanwhile, Frillie, who was being ignored on the side, felt that she should make him apologize for his previous remarks. Also... did she suddenly become superfluous here?

And... maybe it's better to just ignore him and watch him die of old age? — She couldn't help but think this way, after all, if she didn't, she might be angered by this guy to the point of shortening her lifespan, and might even die earlier than a human.

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Although for a moment she thought of ignoring Ash, after her anger subsided, Frillie still felt resentful and tried her best to speed up her reading of the grimoire.

This scene also made Ash feel deeply guilty about the things he and Haita had lied to her, but he really didn't understand... it was understandable that Philon was too young to understand, but why had Frilian been deceived for years without realizing the problem?

If there truly were a magic that grants immortality, could that sage have died? Did he simply not want to live anymore, or did he simply find himself living too long?

Even if he might have been murdered... if it meant immortality, wouldn't everyone be fighting tooth and nail for that magic? How could it possibly fall into Haita's hands? Or is Haita the only one who knows about it? How unlikely is that?

But thinking about it carefully, she still believes in the seduction techniques that Vlame taught her on a whim... She still thinks that stuff is very effective, and that no problems have been found even after a thousand years.

Thinking about it this way, he figured he could probably fool Frilian for a thousand years with any excuse he came up with, right? He couldn't help but want to see just how long it would take Frilian's slowness to realize that something was wrong with her.

But as he waited with curiosity, time slowly passed... and Haita's life was also slowly fading away.

Similarly, Philon undoubtedly possesses high magical talent and has a very good teacher.

So, a year and a half after she collapsed in Haita and was unable to walk properly, in the sixth year since Frilian came here—at the age of fifteen—she successfully pierced through the rock on the other side of the cliff.

He rushed back immediately to tell the old man who treated him like a grandfather, which made Haita laugh heartily once again.

And within a few days, Frilian had successfully and completely deciphered the grimoire.

only.....

"...There is no magic here that grants immortality, nor any magic that can bring the dead back to life, and there isn't even a way to prolong one's life." Frilian placed the deciphered grimoire directly on Haita's bedsheet.

However, Haita remained surprisingly calm, even appearing as if he had expected it all along, casually remarking, "...Oh, I see. The reward for the interpretation is in the drawer of the table; take it yourself."

"...You knew all along?"

"Because if it existed, wouldn't that sage have used it himself?"

The overly matter-of-fact response left Frillie looking puzzled: "Then...why?"

"You should ask Ash about that."

"Ash?" Frillie was taken aback, but instantly recalled the events of six years ago, and frowned immediately: "Could it be—that you two were plotting against me?"

"While that may be the truth, isn't it the person who was completely deceived who's at fault?" Ash, standing by the door, preemptively defended his actions: