Understand humans!

There are human fears, as well as demon indifference, and occasionally one can even see them crying and begging for mercy. Although she has a bit of a bad temper, Aura does bring a lot of fun to Celia.

Aura had no idea that he was being watched as a toy. Instead, he recalled his breathlessness and asked with a guilty conscience:

"Hey, Celia, am I going to die?"

With a demon's body, any airflow should not affect his normal breathing, but Aura was so weak that he suffocated in the wind just now.

"Yes." Celia answered. This was not a lie. She could feel the irreversible damage to Aura's soul. The crack would slowly expand until it completely tore Aura's soul in half.

The death of the soul is inevitable, even for the immortal species.

"how long?"

"almost."

"a hundred years?"

"Five thousand."

"........."

Aura kept silent and breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought that he would die in fifty years.

Five thousand years is too long. She is just a demon who has lived for five hundred years. In another five thousand years, even if she does not die from soul scars, she may die from other accidents.

Celia said sadly, "You can only live for five thousand years. I thought you could accompany me until the end of magic."

"Five thousand years is not short."

“It’s gone in the blink of an eye.”

"exaggerate."

"Yes."

Celia nodded. Even for her, five thousand years was a considerable amount of time.

Five thousand years ago, the goddess was still there, and many mythical monsters were rampant. But five thousand years later, the goddess disappeared, and she was the only elf still active in the world among the relics of the mythological era.

If Aura could live for 5,000 years, she would become an existence beyond the Demon King, a living monument in history.

It is hard to say whether the demons who have lived for five thousand years will resist death. After all, they are emotionless creatures. If they live too long, they will lose themselves in the meaning of life.

Celia had seen many similar characters, and they all committed suicide or sealed themselves in the end. Only she found the endless meaning of magic.

Mountains and rivers turned and cities were crossed. Under Celia's incomprehensible wind speed magic, in less than a day, she and Aura covered at least half a month's journey by horse and carriage.

Kribi is ahead.

Celia removed the magic and put Aura down. At this moment, Aura had the strength to stand up.

Even if it was just casting magic, Aura should be able to do it if she forced herself.

Celia was not wary of her and walked ahead, entering the city first, not caring whether Aura followed or not.

Aura stood at the gate of Kribi, on the vast wasteland, and looked into the distance.

It is sunrise at this moment. The morning sun hangs on the horizon like a roulette wheel, as if breaking free from the constraints of the earth and growing upwards freely and vigorously.

That was the freedom that Aura had longed for.

If I use magic to escape right now, will Celie be able to catch up with me?

Will she come after me?

Aura was no longer able to think. She was tortured by pain and exhaustion. Kribi, who had established the Continental Magic Association, became her only safe haven.

"By the way, Zan Ze will keep the position of the president for you." Celia suddenly spoke in front.

Celia leaned against the city gate, her golden hair shining in the sun. Seeing that Aura was standing still, Celia did not urge him.

"Zanze said that she didn't have the confidence to do as well as Aura, so she only asked me for the position of acting president."

"If you come back, Zanze is still willing to be your assistant."

"Celiai, do you really think..." Aura was silent for a long time, "I am a competent president of the Continental Magic Association?"

"It's not me who thinks so, it's those humans who think so."

"That's it."

"Ok?"

"I will not let disgusting humans get their wish."

"kindness."

"Let Zanze be the guildmaster. If she really doesn't want to, then Volame can do it."

"Volame? Are you sure?"

"As long as I don't meet her again, you can do whatever you want with Volame."

"I had this idea originally, but Volame didn't want to do it. He said he wanted to find someone else."

"She'll never find out."

"is that so."

Celia responded, then turned around and asked after a while:

"So, Aura, what kind of job do you want?"

"Is it okay not to work? Never mind. I'll be a librarian."

Aura originally wanted to ask for a position that did not involve any work, but when Celia looked at her as if she was useless and should be put in a jar as experimental material, she backed down.

Aula has worked as a librarian for some time and is familiar with the work process.

As long as you slack off quietly, no one should notice.

Aura took a last look at the endless desert in the distance and bid farewell to the freedom she longed for.

She smiled sadly in the morning sun, and finally turned and walked into the city of Kribi.

Aura understood that he would probably never be able to kill Fulilian in his lifetime.

and so--

Aura is tired.

She didn't want to run away anymore.

Even if she was locked in a cage, she would be willing to wear a collar as long as she could survive.

Chapter 40 Who is the Wildcat?

The sun and the moon change, and the stars move.

Aura had that dream again last night, the dream in which he went through so much hardship to become the Demon King, but was ordered by Fulilian to commit suicide.

Fortunately, Aura was not as afraid as before.

He just rolled out of bed in the middle of the night and slapped Zanze who was under the bunk bed to wake him up. Seeing Zanze cursing with dark circles under his eyes, Aura was sure that this was not a dream, so he released the defensive magic cast on his neck.

Arriving in Kribi, Aura moved into the headquarters of the Continental Magic Association and continued to sleep with Zanze as she did at the beginning.

"Why can't I have my own private space? Why do I have to squeeze together with this human?" Aura protested to Celia.

"Even if Aura is physically isolated from half of the city, she will still throw her dirty clothes at my house on time and ask me to wash them for her. She will also come to eat my leftovers every night." Zanze suggested with dark circles under his eyes.

"It would be better to place Aura next to me. If she does something wrong, I can punish her."

"Just you?" Aura said disdainfully.

"Just me."

Aura looked down upon this short pink-haired human magician. You know, ten years ago, Zanze's magic power was not even one-tenth of hers.

And now-

Humph.

Aura couldn't sense it at all.

After being severely punished by Zanze with his overwhelming magic manipulation ability, Aura became much more obedient.

"Wait, Zanze, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to use obedience magic to turn you into my slave!" Aura, whose magic power was suppressed by forbidden magic, roared like this, and she would not give up even if she was tied up.

It was not until it had been hungry for a long time that it began to beg for mercy.

After being taught a lesson and given carrots, the stubborn demons were obedient for a short while.

"Why have you suddenly become so strong?" Aura asked.

Although it was because Aura could not harm humans and deliberately controlled her magic to use Zanze that she defeated her, Zanze's strength also increased dramatically.

"Suddenly, do you know how long we have known each other?"

"Only ten years."

"It's actually been ten years!!"

Zanze looked at Aura's nonchalant expression and rebuked loudly.

Although he had long known that the concept of time of immortal species such as demons and elves was significantly different from that of humans, when this difference actually appeared before him, Zanze still found it unacceptable.

"I have been with a slow-witted creature like you for ten years. I don't know how I endured it."

"You wasted ten years of my time, Aura, how many decades do you think I have?" Zanze asked.

Aura had just been freed from the confinement of Zanze's anti-magic magic. He nibbled the bread in small bites, still somewhat obedient.

She tilted her head and tried to answer:

"a hundred?"

"Don't impose your immortal concept of time on me. Can't you see how I've changed? Maybe in another three decades, even you, Aura, who has always been with me, won't recognize me."

Oh, is that so?

Aula stared at Zanze's face carefully for a while before comparing it with the first time they met and finding the differences.

Zanze has grown some white hair, although there are only one or two strands, which was not the case before.

Also, his face was a little rounder. Aura remembered that he first met Zanze during his adolescence. Humans seem to have a period of rapid physical growth. At that time, they will be a little thinner because all the nutrition is used for bone growth, and the skin and flesh are very thin.

And now, Aura looked closely and saw that Zanze's face had softened and his body had some movement, no longer a thin pole like a skeleton.

although--

"You're still as short as before, Zanzhe."

"Aura! You!! Go sleep in the mud tonight!"

Aura didn't understand what he had said wrong to make Zanze angry.

But according to her observation, humans are such a moody species, completely different from the emotionally stable elves and demons.

Anger comes quickly and disappears quickly.

Just as she was wrapping herself in a blanket and lying down on a flat surface on the street, Zanze came up to her and asked her to go back.

Aura thought that this was definitely because Zanze couldn't bear to see him suffer, and not because a bunch of people on the street surrounded him while he was sleeping rough, talking about Zanze's name and pointing fingers.

Aura, who was found by Zanze, naturally refused to walk by herself and asked Zanze to carry her on his back. In the end, Aura was dragged back upside down by Zanze using floating magic.

"Human beings are really incomprehensible creatures. They are always angry, impatient, and calculative. They make a big fuss over a period of ten or twenty years. Obviously, this period of time is not long, but it seems as if something is urging them."

Aula wrapped herself in a quilt, looked at the ceiling, and listened to the gradually calming breathing below.

Zan Ze goes to bed on time every day and never stays up late. She repeats the same things every day, day after day and year after year. She finishes today and tomorrow, as if her time is filled with things.

This was very uncomfortable for Aula, who was used to putting off thinking about something until ten years later.

"Humans are indeed very difficult to understand."

Aula listened to the human's breathing and closed her eyes. She didn't know when she had developed the habit of going to bed early.

-

Another year has passed.

"Has it been a year? Is it a year? I can't remember clearly."