Understand humans!

Understand humans! Aura loves mustard sauce

[Orange] Aura, who completely misjudged the age of the evil elf because of her flat chest, was countered by her own obedience magic.

"Commit suicide, Aura!"

When on the verge of death, Aura realized the secret of the ghost scale and reversed the situation again.

"Murderous... oh no, demon-killing magic."

Before Aura could give any order, he was killed by the demon-killing magic.

"My name is Fulilian. The horns on your head...are they from the demon clan?"

After waking up, Aura discovered that the goddess had played a joke on her and traveled back a thousand years. She immediately planned to kill Fulillian while she was still young.

"Play with me, Aura."

Only to find that the obedience magic had taken effect.

"Be happy, Aura."

Little Frillian gave strange orders without knowing the obedience magic.

"Don't kill anyone, Aura."

Aura is bound by obedience magic and is willing to do anything.

"Understand humans, Aura."

Finally, Aura received the final order.

Chapter 1 Let All of You Commit Suicide

My name is Aura.

Race: demon, gender: female.

No parents, and still single.

He is 513 years old, young and energetic.

I have a regular work schedule, work diligently, and became one of the Seven Sages at a young age. Even His Majesty the Demon King praises my talent.

Maybe I have a bad temper and my emotions fluctuate greatly. Other demons say that I have a mild mental illness, but I think that being able to laugh and cry is normal. Other demons have one expression when they are born and another when they die. That kind of facial paralysis is abnormal.

There are always people who say that I am cruel and arrogant, but those are all rumors. If you don't believe me, ask my subordinates. They never say bad things about me and always follow my orders meticulously. The reason why my subordinates are so obedient is entirely due to my personal charm and has nothing to do with the scale of obedience in my hand.

Some people also reported that I abused my subordinates, but I did nothing to them except chopping off their heads. Where did the abuse come from? I don't understand.

I usually love playing the violin, but recently I stopped because of a strange itch in my neck.

Apart from liking to cut off other people's heads, he has no bad habits. But this is also for work. Subordinates only need to execute. There is no use in keeping their heads. It is better to take them off. I will return them after they retire.

As for when to let my subordinates retire, I'm sorry, I have never thought about this question.

Some people say that I am not on the right scale, which is pure rumor. What is wrong with the scale? It has always been one end long and the other end short, okay? If you can't compare with the magic power, think about whether you have worked hard, find more problems in yourself, and whether your magic power has increased over the years. Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open, sometimes look for the reasons in yourself, okay?

I have lived for five hundred years and have practiced hard for five hundred years. No one understands magic better than me, and no one can hide from me. Saying that so-and-so Fulilian's magic power is stronger than mine is all fake news. Don't believe the rumors!

Eighty years ago, one of the demon directors, Xiuhara, dragged seven sages including me to fight with the strongest warrior of the rival company. Three of the seven company executives were taken in, and the director also disappeared with the opponent. His whereabouts are still unknown. I and the other three executives escaped death.

and so--

Even if I have been posing for eighty years and waited until the brave Xin Meier died before coming out, so what? I have shed blood for the company! A great contributor! What's wrong with posing for a while? Can't I let the executives enjoy it?

Eh……

The devil is dead, the company is in pieces, and I'm still trying to revive the situation. I'm already trying very hard. Staying alive is also a tactic.

I heard that the former technical backbone of the company, Gu Waer, died some time ago. He died a good death! Who let him leak the company's core technology, the killing magic? The magician on the other side is really a piece of shit. He learned it and changed the color, and it became the magic of killing demons. Bah, shameless! Do you understand patent rights?

In short, because of the brave men who suddenly appeared eighty years ago, the company's boss is gone, and many backbones are either dead or run away. Now I am left alone, hiding outside the northern countries.

I, the backbone of the company, the talented young demon, Aura, will never give up!

A mere hero, I don't care at all, as long as I hide for a hundred years, hey, guess what, he died of old age! Hahahaha!!

Now I am standing in front of the territory of a human earl named Gulanat. Although there is a barrier cast by the great magician Volame thousands of years ago, I am a demon with flexible moral standards. I sent people to negotiate and stand on the moral high ground. I don't believe that he will not open the door for me.

Although something unexpected happened in the middle of the journey, and the elves of the brave group happened to be in the city, it didn't matter.

I, Aura, am a demon who has practiced for five hundred years and one of the Seven Sages!

She, Fulilian, looks at her short stature, baby face, no breasts yet, a flat chest, and no matter how you look at her, she won't live as long as I will.

I will lure her out and use the human warriors I control to consume her. Be cautious. How can I lose? With five hundred years of magic power, how can Fulilian kill me in one second?!

At this moment, I was standing in a pile of corpses and rubble. The magic power of that flat-chested elf had become unstable due to the frequent use of purification magic.

I'm stable!

Although for some reason, when I kindly reminded this idiot elf that "Xinmeier is dead" so that she doesn't have to abide by his principles, I felt a chill down my spine. But Xinmeier is indeed dead, and I'm not afraid of her at all. If Xinmeier hadn't cut off my scales eighty years ago, Fulilian would have been under my control by magic.

I'm definitely stable!

The sword has been drawn, and the scale in my hand has also materialized our magic power. As I expected, Fulilian's magic power is indeed small and weak, and it is completely inferior to mine. The scale is tilting towards me, and the obedience magic is being activated. I have touched Fulilian's soul.

I can definitely win!

-

what!

cheated.

"Can we reconcile?"

I looked at the suddenly expanding ball of white magic power in my hand, and estimated that it was probably twice my amount. I had no choice but to force a formal smile and tilt my head to beg.

"I'm willing to do anything to survive."

As expected, it was rejected.

This is understandable. Fulilian is called "buried" by the demons because she is a cold, cruel and ruthless evil spirit. She will not let any demon go. After all, I, Aura, am a noble great demon. I have dedicated my whole life to the cause of the demons and worked diligently. There is no demon in the world more loyal than me.

"I can help you kill the demons—"

"Flillian, be rational and think about how useful it would be to have an Aura who obeys you 100%!"

Ah, she finally hesitated, and I knew that talking would be useful. With the cunning accumulated by my demon race for thousands of years and my Aura's unparalleled wisdom, just three words from me would make Fulilian let me go willingly.

"You like humans because of Xinmei, but Xinmei is dead. What's the point of being nice to humans?"

"Take me to Sinmeier's grave. Maybe I can use obedience magic to make the corpse move."

"For Xinmeier, think about what you should do."

Ok……

Things seemed to be getting worse. I had never seen such an expression on the expressionless elf. The good news was that she would not let me commit suicide. The bad news was that she planned to do it herself, lest there was a loophole in the obedience magic and I faked my death.

Damn, there is no such loophole at all.

Worse news: Fulilian felt that just cutting off my neck was not safe enough, so she planned to use her sword to cut me in half vertically, destroying my brain and spinal cord.

Damn it, the vitality of the demons is not that strong, it’s safer to just cut their necks!

The worse news is that I don't think she plans to start from the top of me.

"Fulilian, please...ah...forget it, it's better to ask the help from myself than from others. You forced me to do this, Fulilian!!!"

I finally made up my mind to use that trick and hung the weight on my end of the scale.

Obedience magic is affected by external forms, just like a warrior once stopped the obedience magic by interrupting me from placing the scales. I can also change the weight of the obedience magic by applying physical weight on one side.

Well...it's theoretically feasible, but in practice...I've never tried it. Obedience magic is an extremely delicate soul magic. The distortion of the external form will also distort my soul. When there is interference, interrupting the obedience magic is the best option, because I can't predict what impact the distorted obedience magic will have on my soul.

But now, any impact is irrelevant.

"…It worked, Flillian! Five kilograms of weight is enough to match your magic power of a thousand years! The balance is tipping over. Oh my god, what a strange feeling. My body feels so light, as if I can do anything!"

"There's nothing to be afraid of anymore!"

Blood flowed out from my nose and eyes. I knew that the obedience magic had taken effect. Although it was working extremely reluctantly, the weight I added on this side had actually become the equivalent of my magic power. As long as I added enough weight, I could make the god obey.

I, Aura of the Ghost Scale, can do anything!

I raised my hand and pointed at Fulilian. I seemed to see double images in front of my eyes. Many strange people appeared. I was too excited. To those figures who I didn't know whether they were hallucinations or real, I blurted out some words that I had been holding back in my heart:

"You, Fulilian, you are a great magician who was killed by a treasure chest monster. You are an elf but you deceived the feelings of a short-lived person. You deserve to be an airplane after more than a thousand years! You scumbag, just commit suicide!"

"And you, the ancestor of human magic, Volame, you have outstanding magical talent but you hide your magic in a despicable way. You come to cheat and sneak attack the demons older than you. You have no martial ethics and are a shameless person. You should also commit suicide, you liar!"

"And you, Celia, the great magician of the mythological era, who has lived for who knows how many years. You are an old immortal woman who has been unwanted since the mythological era. You elves are all frigid. You deserve to be exterminated. You should commit suicide too!"

"And you, the corrupt sage Guval, you are an old antique who can't keep up with the times. Your killing magic has been stolen by humans. You, a piece of trash, should also commit suicide!"

"And you, the all-knowing Shuharat, you righteously surrounded and attacked the Southern Hero, but you were defeated four by one. You have the ability to predict the future, so why didn't you tell me that Fulilian has hidden magic? You, the riddle man, why don't you commit suicide now!"

"And you, Demon King, you are an idiot who longs to understand and coexist with humans. It is even more idiotic to want to understand humans by killing them. It is because of you, an idiot leader, that my Great Demon Clan is doomed! You, Lao Deng, should also commit suicide!"

I think, indeed, I have mental problems.

However, I have long wanted to insult the Demon King and the mythical spirit Celia.

Oh, by the way, there is one more person who deserves to be scolded.

"You, the goddess of creation, only left the holy sword of salvation to mankind, but never showed favor to the demons. It is clearly a symbol made up by the monks, a mascot imagined by them. I think the holy book you left behind 1,600 years ago is also made up. The magic of the goddess recorded in secret codes is all imagined by humans. With a 3% decipherability rate, it is not bad for the monks to make up magic from the garbled code. You fake goddess, you should also commit suicide!"

"All of you, commit suicide!"

Pfft! !

The orange-yellow beam of light flashed like lightning, and the scorching energy instantly engulfed the purple-haired demon holding the scales.

Bang!

When the beam of light disappeared, only one or two strands of purple hair and a broken scale were left.

"Is Aura crazy? What is he mumbling about?"

The elf with white hair and twin ponytails had a blank expression on her face and stepped on the purple hair on the ground indifferently.

clang! !

Fulilian kicked the broken scale away. In her view, no matter how many weights were added to one side, the scale never tilted towards Aura's side.

However, as the weight of the weight increased, blood began to flow from Aura's mouth and nose, and her mental state became abnormal. She could not even hear the order to commit suicide.

In the end, I had to use demon-killing magic to solve it.

"What a strange demon."

Fleury thought.

In the memory of this elf who has lived for a thousand years, among all the demons he has encountered, only Aura has distinct and vivid emotions.

Most human-like.

Chapter 2 Understand Humanity! Aura

call--

Suck--

"Ugh!!!"

Aura suddenly opened his eyes, propped himself up in an open space, and looked around in horror and fear.

"Alas?!"

When Aura woke up, he found that Furlian, who had used a magic circle to fire a terrifying beam of demon-killing magic at him, had disappeared, and the human corpses around him that he had controlled were also nowhere to be seen.

She hurriedly felt her body.

The piercing wounds and the blood oozing from the mouth and nose were all gone without a trace.

"Is it an illusion?"