Understand humans!

"It means hiding your magic power. It's something you should be most proud of, but you're lying about it."

"Just like Aura?"

"........."

"Is Aura a despicable magician?"

"I am... maybe a little... mean."

Aula asked himself that in his life, he had used many despicable means to survive. Although he was respected as one of the Seven Sages, he could not be considered upright.

Just like when she fought the brave men for the first time, after being cut down by Sinmeier and losing the balance of obedience, she hid for eighty years until Sinmeier died of old age. Also, when she fought Frillian for the second time, she used controlled human soldiers to consume Frillian's magic power, which also tarnished the glory of the magician.

But Awula doesn't think these actions are despicable.

She generally calls these behaviors, wisdom—

"I'm not a mean magician."

"Uh?"

"I am a magician of great wisdom."

"Oh."

Fulilian buried her head in Aura's back. Because Aura was wearing a backless dress, the touch of skin against skin was not comfortable, so Fulilian put a wool blanket under her.

The muscle strength of demons far exceeds that of normal humans, so even if Fulilian curled up in the wool blanket dishonestly and refused to cooperate with Aura, it was not difficult for Aura to carry her on his back.

In Fulilian's field of vision, some of the front was blocked by Aura's fluffy purple braided hair. The only thing she could sense was the ups and downs of Aura's steps, and the pair of huge, conspicuous horns at the top of her field of vision.

Round corners, thick corners, bread-like, smooth texture, looks very soft.

Fulilian has always been the type to do what she thinks.

When she came to her senses, her hands were already grasping the base of the top pair of large horns.

"Let go!" Aula was a little annoyed. Having her horns touched was as annoying as having her private parts touched.

"Aura's horn is very beautiful." Fulilian still had no expression on her face, but her eyes flashed with starlight.

"My horn is beautiful, isn't it?" Aura's anger disappeared immediately after being praised.

"Awula, I want to touch..."

"No."

"Awula, I want to take a bite..."

"You do not want."

"Awula, I want to cut off one..."

"No you don't want to!"

"You have two horns, but you won't give me one. You are very stingy, Aura."

"........."

Aura bit her lip and told herself to stay calm. Even if she threw Frillian off her back and cast a killing spell at her at lightning speed, her consciousness would most likely be distorted by the obedience magic and she would attack in a direction other than Frillian.

And Fulilian should just be joking with me, and she won't really cut it off... Damn, Fulilian has already bitten it! !

Chapter 11 Please, Stop It

"My horns are not for eating!" Aura shouted angrily. He used the magic of controlling objects to take out bread from the bag and stuffed it into Fulillian's mouth. Her cheeks were bulging and she looked like a little hamster.

Her horn was finally freed from the hungry mouth of Flillian.

Like a child, when he is hungry, he will just grab anything that looks like food and eat it.

How could an elf with this kind of temperament bring two human kids to the Northern Kingdoms in the future? Could it be that she was expecting this elf who couldn't even take care of herself to take care of them? It would be better for them to take care of this useless elf!

Having resolved the crisis of her horns being taken as food, Aura heaved a sigh of relief, but this was not the end. She still felt a burning gaze coming from her back, staring at her horns.

Fulilian also seems to be interested in some strange little gadgets.

In order to avoid having her horns taken off by Frellen's unintentional words because of her obedience to magic, Aura had to explain the principles of demon magic as she walked. Just like coaxing a child to sleep, she had to find something to attract Frellen's attention and move it away from her horns.

"…Although the thinking patterns and infrastructure are very different from those of humans, the magic of the demons is also based on imagination. However, because the emotions of the demons are different from those of humans, their imagination is more rational and objective…"

The effect is very significant. What interests Fulilian the most is always magic. Even when she was fooled by treasure chest monsters countless times, it was because in her imagination, every treasure chest monster contained a book of lost magic that might be revealed.

Aura also felt the difference between himself and Frillian, or rather, the difference between a normal magician and Frillian.

Normal magicians have a purpose first, and then create the corresponding magic. They don't love magic, but the effect of magic, the purpose that magic can achieve for them. But Fulilian has no purpose, she loves magic itself.

In Aura's explanation, whether it was the magic of life, the magic of battle, the obscure and difficult magic, or the simple and interesting magic, Fulilian listened with great interest, her ears moving up and down, patting Aura's back from time to time.

[No wonder you were able to accumulate magic power for more than a thousand years, Fulilian.]

Aura thought that among the demons, she was diligent in practicing magic, and because of this, she was able to accumulate magic power that was almost the same as her age. Under normal circumstances, humans who could spend one-third of their lives on magic were already outstanding, while demons could generally spend half of their lives. After all, whether humans or demons, in addition to magic, they all had their own lives or careers, and it was impossible for them to spend all their time on practicing magic.

Magic is just a tool for most people.

For Aura, it is the tool she possesses the talent for.

But for Flillian, magic is her life, her... everything?

But, that is not the current Fulilian.

Aura turned her head and glanced at the elf on her back. The silly and cute elf gave her a pure and wise expression in return.

"Tsk——"

Aura smacked his lips, showing nine parts of disgust.

The current Fulilian is not the carefree wandering magician of the future. She has her own hometown and family, all in the elf country. It is impossible for such a Fulilian to devote her whole life to the study of magic.

"So, emotions only make people weaker."

Aura couldn't think of anything good about this thing. There were always great demon scholars, and even the Demon Lord, who were interested in human emotions and wanted to understand them.

But Aura had no such desire at all.

It was impossible for her to understand human beings.

Aura didn't want to become weak and turn into a weird being constrained by emotions.

They walked and stopped along the way, and sometimes they had to spend some time climbing to a high place to overlook the surrounding environment. Although Aura had a good memory and was not like a certain idiot elf who couldn't recognize the direction, she had only been to the vicinity of the elf land once by chance. It still took her a lot of time to walk back.

The teaching of magic never stopped, and Aura just treated the explanation as popular science knowledge and did not pay too much attention to it, because from the strength of Fulilian's magic, she already had a certain foundation in magic, which should be the education given to her by other elves in the Elf Land.

For magicians who already have a solid foundation, their imagination will be restricted, and learning magic from other systems will be useless.

"Aura, thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"A large part of the magic you talk about is something I have never come across."

"Oh"

——Aura did it on purpose, specifically picking out some obscure magic for Fulilian to listen to.

"The land of elves is ahead."

"I walk very fast."

"You can put me down, and I can leave."

"Your feet?"

"I don't need to walk on my feet, I can just use flying magic."

"Uh?"

Did the magic of flying already exist in the magic of the elves in this era? Obviously, this magic was exclusive to the demons until the demon king was defeated.

Aura suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

"When did you learn it?"

"Not so long ago."

“Who taught you that??”

"Isn't it just you, Aura?"

Fulilian looked puzzled. Didn’t Aura explain the magic of the demons in great detail?

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Aura was horrified:

"How can you possibly learn it?! Even a magician with a little bit of human magic knowledge can never imagine himself casting demon magic! Even if you can understand it and force yourself to analyze it, you can't cast it at all... Wait... Wait..."

Aura realized something and turned around tremblingly to ask:

"Flillian, who was your magic teacher?"

"That's you, Aura."

The cute white-haired elf tilted his head and smiled softly, but in Aura's eyes, this smile was more ferocious and terrifying than the sword that Xinmeier had used to hit him.

How is it possible that an elf who has never learned magic has already possessed the same magical power as a human magician who has practiced magic for a hundred years? Is her magic power innate? Or did she instinctively start practicing magic without realizing it?

Goddess, why did you let this freak appear in front of Aura? !

Isn't this forcing me, Aura, to nip this great enemy of the demon clan in the bud even if it means dying together with me?

Aura's heart was already full of enlightenment.

The awareness of resisting with one's life!!

"Aura, tell me more about magic."

"........."

click -

Obey the magic.

Aura, with tears streaming down her face, continued to explain.

She had no control over her body, which was completely at the mercy of the white-haired elf's will.

She revealed more and more secrets about demon magic, and the spotless Flyllian absorbed the knowledge quickly and hungrily like a sponge, gradually coloring her blank magical cognition and transforming it into the shape of the demon.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!! Lord Demon! Aura can’t go back! This body… my body, doesn’t belong to me anymore, wuwuwuwu…

Aura dropped pearls of varying sizes, wiping away tears as she could not control her behavior and betrayed the demons. Although she was loyal to the demons in her heart, she was controlled by obedience magic and kept doing things that violated her bottom line.

"Awula, why are you crying?"

"Did something sad happen to you? How pitiful—"

"Who made you cry? How abominable—"

"Speak out, let me hear it."

There was obviously nothing wrong with these words, but why did Aura always feel that she was being ridiculed by Fulilian?

Aura was about to cry:

"I... I'm probably not a good demon anymore..."

From the perspective of the demons, what Aura did was unforgivable.

"Is that so?" Fulilian's eyes dimmed, not understanding why Aura suddenly became so sad. Perhaps she had been tortured extremely cruelly during the month she disappeared, and recalled bad memories - in any case, it should have nothing to do with her, Fulilian.

But she still spoke to comfort him:

"But, Aura, you are a good teacher."

"........."

"You taught me magic and allowed me to take the first step on the path of magic."

"........."

"If I become a great magician in the future, it will definitely be due to your efforts."

"........."