Reincarnation Band Magician

Solitaire...will not leave so easily, she is still a threat.

Aite naturally thought about relying on the power of Lady Celiai, but later gave up. That lady treated her as a disciple, and as a disciple, she should not make things difficult for her teacher.

When it comes to fighting against the demons, Celie has very little enthusiasm.

Looking at the entire human civilization, Celia is like a parent, expecting humans to grow and progress from setbacks, but in reality... this "setback" is really too cruel.

Aite would not have any opinion about her because, after all, adults all knew that it was unreliable to rely on others to save you all day long.

The destiny of mankind is only valuable when it is in the hands of people.

Once is enough.

She looked at Qing and Xiangzi gently.

Talked some serious things to save Celia's image:

"Actually, Lady Celie feels that the Magicians' Guild is too rigid. She's been saying that the quality of the magic they've collected has declined recently, and she's thinking of forming a new management organization. She's really strict when it comes to magic."

Qing recalled the lengthy procedures for obtaining a magician's certificate and nodded in agreement.

"To that lord, status and position are meaningless. Only magic and talent are meaningful. He's very annoyed by the current situation. I might have to start working on those tasks again."

We had just met and I was already reluctant to leave.

Peaceful days are so cherished.

In this age of information blockade, if one wants to create an organization larger and more efficient than a guild, one must at least travel across the continent. She wondered if she would ever see such a scene in her lifetime.

"That sounds impressive," Xiangzi said, not yet realizing the vastness of the world. He thought it was just a difficult task. "So, will Aite be the new president from now on?"

"The new association needs absolute authority, and that can only be Lady Celia. As for me... I'd be happy to serve Lady Celia," Aite stroked Xiangzi's soft hair. "Right now, it's just words, and the first step is to decide on a name.

"Just call it the [Continental Magic Association]."

Millennium Magician: 119, Special Imagination

The disciples would be worried and distressed when the great magician acted on a whim.

However, there is no rush for now. The initial preparations are so long that they need to be calculated in units of 10 years, and the movements of the demons must also be taken into consideration.

The Magicians' Guild has gradually become bloated, but it has not completely deviated from the path of "cultivating magicians who can fight against demons".

When the time comes for stability, Lady Celia will intervene and allow them to conclude their historical mission with dignity.

Ladies who are destined to be very busy in the future can now enjoy some leisure time with important friends.

……

"Hello, I'm Fulilian... What's that look?"

"This is my second time meeting an elf. Unlike Lady Celia, you're very easygoing. Our temperaments are different, but there are similarities."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Fleury nodded and continued to lie in front of the fireplace, enjoying the last chilly moments before the beginning of spring.

The comfort of curling up in front of the fire in winter can't be compared to the mild climates of spring and autumn, so enjoy it.

I have forgotten how long it has been since I enjoyed a day like this.

Aite looked at her and remembered the time when he was a child and went to the Central Kingdoms to enjoy the snow. He saw thin ice by the lake. It seemed to be melting, but it still had the shape of ice.

"Aite, please sleep with me tonight. My bed is big enough for Clara to sleep in... Now let's take a look!"

Xiangzi began to show off her little house.

This is not an ordinary house, but a warm home that she and Qing built through hard work and a little guidance from professionals.

In another world, when her mother was still alive, she had a home.

Coming back to his senses, Aite agreed and took her hand, "Then I'm sorry to bother you, Ms. Fulilian, Qing, Xiangzi."

The two sisters left.

Fleury turned over.

Qing looked at her and only thought of roasted sweet potatoes.

In order to ensure even heating, turn it over from time to time to avoid it being undercooked and to make it soft and sweet inside.

"How long will she stay?"

Fulilian glanced over there and had no opinion. She was just thinking about the teaching plan. The few days that Aite stayed were her last free time.

Teaching students is also very tiring, especially two of them.

It is more tiring than digging for ruins in the south before, mainly because of the mental fatigue.

"Only four or five days, maybe. She said she couldn't leave Celie for too long because she was worried about her."

"Is it possible that Celie can't take care of herself?"

"It depends on how you define 'good care.'"

Qing squatted down, took off the cloak that Fulilian was wrapped in, and covered her with a relatively breathable thin blanket.

“You need to change your clothes when it’s hot, Flillian.

"Just like this, among humans, there are also children who grow up, get married, and have children, but still feel that they can't take care of their parents. Judging from your personality, Lady Celie may be the same."

In fact, she is even more extreme than Fulilian, sitting in a chair reading books all day long. Qing feels itchy when he thinks about it now.

Can Aite really let someone like that be alone?

Sometimes, Nagasaki Kiyoshi himself could not suppress his desire to take care of others. Judging from modern psychology, this is obviously a pathological mental condition.

But he wasn't going to change.

Fulilian looked at the man, wrapped herself in a blanket, and nodded. "I see. That's a very vivid example. Besides, aren't you accompanying that person?"

"Someone's with me."

Qing folded the cloak he had taken off and put it aside.

He thought Flillian might feel left out.

When there are new children at home and mom and dad are laughing and playing with them, what will their own children think?

When you are in a small group and a friend of a friend you don’t know comes over and they are talking and laughing, how do those who can’t join in the conversation feel?

Although, from his understanding, if Fulilian wanted to have that kind of emotion, she would have to spend at least another century with others.

Then, a century later, when she thinks about what happened today, she may feel sad.

I often feel that I think too much.

"Humm..."

Fulilian continued reading, just as Qing had expected.

But he still thought that sitting here was not meaningless.

……

“—This is the storage room.”

Xiangzi holds the magic lamp and shows the coldest place in the house, where beer and various ingredients are kept.

Aite looked at the wine covering half of the wall and began to regret his suggestion to drink that day.

【Xiangzi, Qing, I'm sorry.】

"——This is Qing's room, huh..."

Xiangzi sniffed the scent.

“He really likes the taste.”

"Yes."

Aite looked at the neatly made bed. Even the chair beside it was placed straight, and at first glance, all it had were straight lines.

In fact, after moving in, Miss Toyokawa had rarely been here. Each time she just took a few glances through the door. Now she was a little curious and took the opportunity to observe carefully.

Ms. Aite had to cough a few times, "Okay, Xiangzi."

"Oh, this way then."

Attics and buildings with pointed roofs usually have this space, which is suitable for storing some sundries or disliked magical nephews.

"Finally, this is my room. The furniture and furnishings were all placed here after careful consideration..."

Xiangzi opened the room.

Aite looked at the bed that he could see as soon as he entered the room, and then looked at the wall. It looked very out of place there and didn't seem like the result of careful consideration.

"Do you guys whisper to each other through the wall when you sleep at night?"

"this--"

Ms. Toyokawa blushed instantly and tried hard to maintain her expression.

"I heard that Aite was coming, so I moved here while cleaning!"

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Xiangzi. It's really thoughtful of you to treat me like this."

"Ahahaha, no..."

Ms. Aite quietly wiped away the dust traces under the bed with her shoes.

After leaving the shipyard, did this kid's lying skills plummet?

……

A celebratory meal!

The ingredients that have been prepared for a long time are used at this time.

Fulilian bit a chicken leg and mumbled, "Do you have any other friends?"

It's like a child looking forward to guests coming to his house.

"Doesn't Fulilian usually just tell me what she wants to eat?"

"Because of imagination, I lack imagination at the table and can't think of anything better than what I've eaten before."

Qing couldn't bear to see the oil stains growing on her lips, so he wiped them off for her and said, "I'll do more for you later."

"Thank you, Qing."

Fulilian could only show her support through actions and have a big meal.

Ms. Aite naturally interrupted the topic, "Ms. Fulilian has a really good appetite, but the teacher is not so good. She eats very little every day."

"It's Celie after all. She's a picky one."

Fulilian marveled at the great magician's arrogance.

Judging from the common sense of simple age-accumulated experience, this person named Aite’s cooking skills would be much better than Qing’s.

I remember I was cooking just now.

The elf glanced at the table, and based on his understanding, he excluded the Qing dishes and tasted the Aite ones.

It's about the same as her own craftsmanship.

Never touched it again.

Fulilian realized that the world of cooking also requires talent.

At the same time, another thought came to mind: Is this what Celie eats?

That's very healthy.

Millennium Magician: 120, Night Talk

"Dong dong dong."

A knock on the door interrupted Qing's bedtime exercise.

He was doing one-finger push-ups and practicing his magic skills to calm his mind and fall asleep quickly.

It was Aite who knocked on the door. She was holding Clara's hand with a helpless expression. The child came in and trotted over to help, throwing herself on Qing.