If you don't want to just drift through life, you have to go through time.

"I initially refused, thinking that with such a good opportunity, I should eliminate it instead of sealing it away. But Simmel and the others said that you must have your own reasons for doing this, so I agreed."

Frillie hates demons intensely and would never show mercy, yet she still did it, which clearly shows how much she trusts Truman.

"So Truman, you'll be in charge of dealing with Vakul tomorrow."

"it is good."

Their conversation was sparse and ordinary. It seemed that what they were going to deal with was not the few terrifying magicians in the Demon King's army, but something as easy and casual as buying a cabbage at the market.

"—Wait a minute, Lady Frillien!"

Philon was getting anxious.

She looked at Truman with concern, then said to Frillie, "You just said the heroes couldn't defeat him, now let Lord Truman face him..."

"Didn't I tell you, Truman can win?"

"That was the future Truman, wasn't it?"

"Yes, that's probably how you see it, Philon, but it doesn't matter. Truman can beat him now, don't worry." Frilian remained unmoved.

"But!"

"Don't worry, Philon," Truman said, stroking her head. "I'm glad you're worried about me; but I'm disappointed that you don't trust me."

"Master Truman..."

As one of the few magicians in the Demon King's army, Kuval developed the first penetrating magic in history, a killing magic—it could penetrate not only human defensive magic, but also the magic resistance of equipment, and was a magic that directly destroyed the human body.

In this region, 4% of adventurers and a staggering 7% of mages die from murderous magic.

That would be risky...

"Who do you think I am!?"

"What?"

"Philan, Kuwal is the real challenger!"

"Ugh!!"

Philon was unable to let it go.

While Truman may have been able to defeat Kuval in the past, that was the future, not the past, for Truman at that time. So why was he so confident?

Truman looked at Frillie.

"Isn't your teaching a bit too lax? Philon clearly lacks any historical knowledge."

"It's all your fault! Every night you either tell stories from Journey to the West or myths, and Philon has no interest in studying."

"Not everyone enjoys reading as much as you, Frilian. Some people prefer listening to stories and learning lessons and knowledge from fables!"

"Is it my fault!?"

"It's all your fault, you lazy elf!"

"It's clearly your fault!"

The two of them started blaming each other, like parents blaming each other for their child's poor upbringing. Philon watched their argument, not only failing to intervene but also pouting unhappily, feeling like an outsider.

The next day.

The three of them walked together toward the sealed land.

Truman said, "Listen carefully, Frilian. From now on, I will teach Philon about combat on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and you will teach Philon about magic and history on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays!"

"But……"

"No way! You're an educator too, take responsibility for yourself!"

"I know."

Frilian lowered her head reluctantly. Perhaps she preferred to teach according to aptitude, and because she was an elf, she was too fond of a leisurely life and didn't think this was anything urgent.

Philon always felt that he was in danger in the future.

"Um, my opinion is that I don't seem to have any rest time left..."

"Isn't it supposed to be one day off every seven days? Philon, how can you sleep at your age? How can you catch up with others if you don't study hard?"

Truman snorted and glared, then spouted a bunch of nonsense like "No pain, no gain" and "Learning without thinking is futile; thinking without learning is dangerous."

Philon took a step back in fear.

"Lord Frilian..."

"Don't be afraid, Philon. Truman said this is his psychological stress response, like when he was forced to study intensely every day in school. He gets like this whenever these things are mentioned."

"Haa..."

"That's why I don't want to put pressure on you. Okay, no time to go crazy. We're here, wake up."

Frillian tapped Truman with her magic wand.

"Hiss~"

Truman gasped in pain, realizing they had reached the sealed area.

The Kuvar statue, which is more than 5 meters tall, stands on the hill. It's hard to imagine that it's kneeling. How tall would it be if it stood up?

"Are you ready, Truman?"

"Anytime is fine."

"That--"

Frilian began chanting a spell, breaking the seal placed on Kuval 80 years ago.

Philon said with some concern, "Lord Truman, would you please reconsider and let me help you as well..."

"Don't worry, Philon. This is the first lesson I'm going to teach you. Watch carefully and learn well."

Truman patted her head.

As the seal was broken, Kuwal slowly regained his vitality. Standing up, he appeared exceptionally tall. He had ram's horns on his head, long hair, and exuded malice.

Philon unconsciously tightened his grip on the magic wand.

"Frilian, Truman..."

Kuvar seemed somewhat taken aback when he saw the two of them, but quickly recovered and asked, "How many years have passed?"

"80."

"Eighty years... But Truman, why are you still alive? No, I should say, are you even human?"

"Genuine or genuine."

Truman opened his arms as if to prove something.

Kuval stared intently at Truman, narrowing his eyes for a long while before saying, "You... you've gotten weaker. Eighty years ago, just seeing you sent chills down my spine. The Demon King only asked me to guard this place, but I attacked out of fear. Now... you don't seem as strong as before."

"But taking care of you is enough." Truman pulled out a small wooden stick. "Come on, Kuwal, it's lesson time!"

"snort!"

Kuwal opened his arms. "Not killing me 80 years ago was your mistake. With you now—"

Swish!

The murderous magic strikes suddenly, with lightning speed, making it impossible to defend against.

But it was blocked.

It was completely blocked by a hexagonal transparent block half a centimeter away from Truman's fingertip.

"How could this be...?"

Philon was dumbfounded.

Frilian explained, "80 years ago, Kuvar's murder magic was too powerful. After it was sealed, humans began to study murder magic and quickly found a counter-magic that spread. Murder magic was no longer murder magic and is now called normal attack magic."

Simply put, it is—

My lord, times have changed!

"Oh?"

Kuvar did not panic. Instead, he began to ponder and devise a plan, and soon the same defensive magic appeared in his hand.

That's for sure.

After all, it was developed based on murderous magic.

Besides--

"80 years ago, Truman, you used this magic to save Simmel, didn't you?" Kuval said with certainty. "At that time, I thought I had succeeded, but I was stopped. Was it because of this trick?"

Truman was unaware of this.

But some people know.

"Is that so, Frilian?"

"...That's right. Truman also deserves a lot of credit for the development of defensive magic, although I don't know if it was because the future was decided upon in the past."

Frillie did not deny it.