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

"Ha, ha..." Ash was a little dumbfounded, all the emotions he had just prepared vanished.

Dorothy Dylan, who was standing nearby, tugged at his sleeve and pointed at Frilian, asking in a low voice, "...Who is that useless guy? Your daughter?"

"Why would you think that useless person is my daughter?"

"Well, aha, ahaha..." Dorothy chuckled awkwardly, quickly changing the subject: "The Philen you're talking about, is that the elf? Her name is Philen Frilian?"

"...Philan is the child who takes care of people."

"Wow! You're kidding, right? Your child's breasts are bigger than mine?"

"...Do you even have breasts?" Ash, too lazy to even comment on her, couldn't help but glance at that unremarkable area.

"—No, that's not it!" She blushed instantly, covered her chest, and almost couldn't help but argue with Ash on the spot.

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While arguing with Ash, Dradieron's gaze kept drifting towards Philon... especially towards her chest.

The strange look in her eyes made Philon become somewhat uneasy.

After she settled the drowsy Frillie back into bed and, unusually, allowed her to go back to sleep, she quietly left the room.

She looked at Ash with a complicated expression, and remained silent for a while before softly saying, "Lord Ash, is there anything you want to say to me?"

"...I'm fighting for world peace?"

“I'll tentatively agree with that, but surely there's no need to leave without saying goodbye? Besides, you probably have a lot to explain to me, but... we can put those aside for now. First—what's going on with this child? And..."

After a series of questions with a blank expression, Philon's gaze gradually moved downwards and landed on Derodile, and he couldn't help but whisper, "Why is this child staring at my...?"

"I don't know either, maybe it's a perverted homosexual."

Ash, equally confused about what this guy was doing at this crucial moment and why the girl was still staring at his chest, raised his hand and flicked Derodile's head.

With a thud, the black-haired girl immediately covered her reddened head, her large, watery eyes filling with tears, and she uttered a pitiful sound:

"I'm sorry... Big sister has such a great figure... I'm a little envious... I'm sorry... I won't do it again..."

"Huh? Ah... It's nothing, it's nothing. I'll blow on it for you, whoosh~ whoosh~"

Deloron's soft, cute, and pitiful appearance made Philon forget his previous discomfort. He quickly squatted down, touched her forehead, gently stroked it, and blew on it a few times.

After offering a brief reassurance, she abruptly turned and glared at Ash with icy eyes: "—Lord Ash! Why are you bullying this child?!"

"Huh? No? I..."

"I heard you went out of your way to rescue so many people. I thought you had turned over a new leaf and were really planning to become a good person or something. Why did you come back and bring a child to bully them?"

"—It's a misunderstanding! That's not how it is!"

Good heavens, your first step in integrating into the group is to use me as a stepping stone and make me the villain?! — Ash felt that he had seen through Drordiro's schemes and even began to suspect that he had been betrayed in a shameful way.

But while still determined to teach Dorothy a lesson later, he was forced to apologize to the tearful little girl under Philon's angry gaze.

What happened next was unexpected. With Philon's comforting words, the Dragon Queen quickly stopped crying and then showed an innocent smile. She even threw herself into Philon's arms and gave her a big hug.

Before long, the two really became inseparable... or rather, Philon treated her like a child who needed to be pampered.

He found Philon, who was used to taking care of people, and even had Derodile sit on his lap while he held the little girl and fed her breakfast.

The sight of the mature, purple-haired beauty embracing the seemingly small, yet mature-looking black-haired loli was quite pleasing to the eye, leaving Ash unsure which one to envy and even wanting to squeeze between them.

However... as her body unconsciously slid down, Deloron felt the two heavy objects pressing on her head, and the smile on her face turned somewhat gloomy. Noticing Ash's envious gaze, she then showed blatant disgust.

But Philon above didn't notice any of this, still humming a tune and happily combing her hair.

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Although Derodile's methods were unethical—using Ash, who bullied her, as a stepping stone to integrate into the group—she also effectively fulfilled her promise, successfully occupying all of Philon's time, leaving Philon no time to confront Ash...

Although this is not quite the same as directly solving the problem, it achieved the desired effect and can probably be considered in accordance with the agreement.

That noon, Derodile jumped and skipped happily on the bedding that Philon had laid out for her, celebrating her successful "liberation".

But before she could enjoy her happiness for long, Ash had already quietly entered the room and even closed the door behind him, abruptly ending the smile on Derodile's face.

But the smile didn't disappear; instead, it appeared on Ash's face: "What's wrong? Draco, why aren't you smiling anymore? Or... do you seem to understand what's going to happen next?"

"Wait, wait a minute! Let's have a proper talk!"

"Hmm? I was planning to have a serious talk... but you seem afraid of me? So you realize you made a mistake after all?"

"It's not my fault! It's just that it's really big! Much bigger than mine! It's normal that I couldn't help but take a few more glances, right?" Derodion made a lifting motion in front of her chest, swayed it a bit, and then backed away while waving her hands, trying to shift the blame off herself: "The rest was all improvised! Anyway, the goal was achieved! There's no problem, right?"

"I generally accept your explanation..."

"Then...!" Just as Derodile smiled, Ash stepped forward and interrupted, "—But who's going to make up for what I lack in terms of appearance?"

Why are you so stingy? Are you jealous? Are you really jealous?

"...What are you saying? I don't understand at all."

“I saw your gaze just now! You’re just jealous of us! Don’t try to lie or find excuses to bully me!” Derodion said this with certainty, as if as long as she said it, he would have no excuse to bully her anymore.

But Ash only thought about it for a moment before casually nodding: "If that's how you put it, then it'll be like this, right? Anyway... so what?"

"Huh? No, no... wait a minute? Why!?" Her previously resolute expression instantly crumbled, and she said in a panicked and urgent voice, "Shouldn't you be protesting at a time like this?! Don't you dislike being treated as a lolicon?"

"I really don't like it, but there's no one else here, and you keep thinking this way about me, so what else is there to say?"

The more flustered Derodile became, the brighter his smile grew. He even sat on the bed and patted his thigh: "Are you coming by yourself? Or should I come?"

"Wait, wait... wait a minute! -- Whoa!?"

Before Derodile could finish speaking, Ash reached out and pulled her close, and...

During this process, the black-haired loli grew into a mature woman with long, straight black hair at an almost visible speed.

The petite little girl snuggled right into his arms, her soft touch a stark contrast to her childhood self.

But after completing her transformation, Dorothy Long raised her flushed face, revealing a shy yet smug expression: "--How about it? You're completely uninterested now, aren't you?"

"No, uh, to be honest, I'm even more interested now. You... you're not deliberately trying to seduce me, are you?"

Originally, he only wanted to masturbate to a little loli, but now this girl has turned into a hot mature woman, making Ash somewhat troubled as he looked at the suddenly mature yet still exquisite face in front of him.

After all, giving up halfway is not his style.

"...Are you serious?" This left Derodile completely dumbfounded.

"Why would I lie to you? Besides..."

He looked down at the mature woman in his arms, whose clothes were bulging as if they were about to burst open at any moment. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to properly remind her.

But Derodile looked into his eyes, hesitated for a long time, and then tentatively asked, "Want... a kiss?"

"what?"

"Because, because! We're not the same kind! It's just... how should I put it...? We're both forced to play roles or something, and I don't actually hate you that much... it's just... if you're a lolicon, it's a bit of a problem...?"

In truth, when she heard the news of Ash's death, Droron was truly heartbroken and even felt a great deal of regret. Now, her dark eyes were fixed on him as she spoke hesitantly, swallowing hard before continuing with a hint of joking, "Anyway... anyway, it's all like this now, a kiss won't hurt. Consider it... consider it gratitude for rescuing me from the Dragon Kingdom? And compensation for what just happened?"

"It's really quite uncertain..."

"Don't overthink it! I just... ah!" Derodion, her face flushed, hadn't finished speaking when she realized she was about to back out of it, but Ash, driven by a mix of revenge and other emotions, kissed her slightly pouting lips.

Just as their lips were about to touch, a hint of panic flashed in Derodile's eyes, and her body stiffened slightly, but she did not flinch.

However, just as Ash was kissing the mature woman in his arms, unknowingly ruining her already rather bulging top, Philon's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Lord Ash, Lady Frilian said you came to this room. Are you going to bully the children again? No way! Please come out right now. Also... I have a lot of things I want to talk to you about."

Upon hearing the sound, Derodile was so frightened that she quickly shrunk back to her loli form.

Ash hurriedly got up and withdrew his wandering hands, but... before he could help Dorothy tidy her clothes, the door was already opened.

Outside the door, the purple-haired girl's originally serious expression vanished the moment she witnessed the scene inside the room, and her purple pupils expanded at an alarming speed.

Chapter 45 Philonise's Self-Sacrifice? • If you don't make a move against me soon, I'll make a move against you!

Philon was originally just worried that Ash would bully the well-behaved and innocent child, Draco, like before. Of course... there were also many things she wanted to talk to Ash about.

So she rushed over, fearing that Ash had become addicted to bullying children, but the scene before her eyes... far exceeded her expectations.

The pitiful-looking Derodile sat in Ash's lap with disheveled hair, rumpled clothes, and a torn collar. Her eyes were glazed and panicked, and a glistening silver thread clung to the corner of her mouth. What had happened earlier couldn't be clearer.

That is why Philon's eyes were vacant for a moment and then suddenly widened.

This caused Derodile to meet those eyes—a head tilted as if unconscious, and eyes so empty they resembled those of a vengeful ghost, sending chills down one's spine. She frantically clutched at her torn collar, trying to cover her exposed skin, her face flushing red, her eyes filled with shyness, helplessness, and an overwhelming sense of panic.

Her gaze was lowered, her dark eyes revealing fear, as if she had done something wrong and wanted to run away. Her petite body was trembling slightly, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Sister Fei, Fei Lun... I don't know how this happened... I'm so sorry..."

As she spoke, a few stray strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.

Her delicate appearance resembled a flower battered by a storm, swaying precariously.

This caused Philon's breathing to gradually become rapid and heavy, and his purple eyes, which were turning towards Ash, were gradually filled with a mixture of anger and shock.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms, trying to remain calm, but her voice trembled involuntarily:

"...Lord Ash...What's going on?!"

"If I told you the actual situation was different from what you saw, and that we were just... fooling around and nothing illegal happened, would you believe me?"

Ash wiped his mouth awkwardly, his eyes darting away, avoiding Philon's gaze.

After all, the scene before them was far too ambiguous, and anyone who saw it would misunderstand... although it wasn't entirely a misunderstanding, and could even be considered completely unrelated.

This made Philon take a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, and coldly say:

"A joke? Lord Ash, do you think such a joke is appropriate? She's just a child, how could you do such a thing!—She's still so young! How is she supposed to face this kind of thing in the future?!"

"Sister Philen, it's really not Ash's fault, it's my fault...it's my fault." Draco Deloron felt a surge of emotion upon hearing Philen speak up for her, but she felt even more guilty.

...Because she hadn't forgotten her original purpose, she lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

Even so, she still tugged at Philon's sleeve, trying to help Ash, but...

"Don't be afraid, I'm here... I won't let him bully you. You're still a child, it must be Ash-sama's fault."

Philon gently straightened her disheveled clothes and hair, then abruptly turned his head, staring intently at Ash, and said, "Lord Ash, I expect you to give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise, I will not let this matter go easily! And look at yourself! This child is even speaking up for you now! How can you bear to hurt such a child?!"