I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"Ah, I almost forgot."

Fingel immediately released his grip.

With a thud, Frillie immediately knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, her flat chest heaving up and down like a broken bellows.

"Ugh! You're getting more and more outrageous." She glared fiercely at Fingel, her emerald eyes filled with displeasure. "Are you some kind of violent pervert?"

This is outrageous! This guy doesn't know how to care about girls at all.

[I really don't understand why Flame likes him. Is it just because he's handsome, and... well, are his... well, are they a bit big? That seems to be an attraction for humans.]

"Oh? Sorry, sorry, it was just an emergency measure."

Fingel's lips curled into a smile.

Oh, I'm sorry, it's too big. Being handsome is definitely my fault.

"Your expression doesn't look apologetic... Are you angry?"

"Hmm? You really are angry... Why?"

Frillie looked at Fingel suspiciously, then seemed to realize something, and then suddenly understood... She understood.

"You're unhappy because I said I wouldn't be sad at all?"

She curled her lips into a sly smile, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of fox-like mockery at the corners.

"Hehe, so you could call that... Oh right, tsundere? Humans seem to have that term."

"So you really can't bear to part with me? I never thought you'd care about something like this besides those kinds of things."

? ? ? ?

Fingel tactically sullenly asked, "What is this stinky woman saying? Yakamasi!"

"I really don't know where you get your confidence from. Have you been eating too many mushrooms?"

He slapped Frilian's fasting twice, quickly, accurately, and hard; it hurt, but it didn't harm her.

"Damn it...why do they always make me fast?"

"Did you say thank you?"

"Damn it... are you a pervert?"

"Yes."

...........

[Three minutes later.]

Frillie covered her own abstinence and looked at Fingel with some wariness, worried that he might go into heat on the spot... Even for her, it wouldn't work in the wild.

The fact that elves have weak moral values ​​does not mean they have none.

"If you hit me again, I'll get angry!"

"Haha, that's terrible."

Fingel ignored her and walked straight back. Frilian quickly followed, and the two walked side by side.

The setting sun ignited the clouds, and fiery rays poured down from the sky; now it's almost night again.

In two days, Fingel plans to go back.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry~"

"Let's wait a bit, you're moving too fast."

Frillie sighed in annoyance... "That stingy guy."

"?"

Fingel stopped and turned to look at her.

The female elf's long, silvery eyelashes trembled slightly as she stared intently at him, her arms slightly outstretched, her toes unconsciously tapping the ground.

Her long, silver hair danced in the wind, like a night-blooming cereus blooming under the moon.

Fingel genuinely felt that Frillie was quite charming at times.

"Hmph, anyway... how about a farewell hug? We might not see each other again after this."

Frillie looked at him with a smile, waiting.

"Is it really necessary to be so mushy?"

Fingel was at a loss for words. Did they think I was a three-year-old?

"Okay, okay, stop saying those things..." Frillian stood on tiptoe, pouting slightly, "You're too tall, it'll make me tired."

"Come here and give me a hug~"

...

If you don't hug it, you're missing out.

Helpless, Fingel went forward and hugged her... Her soft body felt like cotton in his arms, making him feel as if he might crush her if he wasn't careful.

The girl's delicate fragrance wafted through the air, causing Fingel's heart to flutter and his heartbeat to quicken.

He lowered his head gently and kissed her tenderly.

“Zzz...”

“Zzz.…”

Like an octopus, the two quickly became intertwined, and Fingel also took the opportunity to push Frilian to the ground, their heartbeats clearly visible.

"No, you can't?"

Frilian's flushed face was like a bright red jewel as she lightly touched Fingel's lips with her finger.

"It needs Flame's permission... Ugh!"

"Enough with the nonsense!"

"...Woo!"

.........

Author's Note: This is yesterday's update... Damn, the country's been destroyed! I was mainly worried about you guys staying up all night (?).

Okay, it's my fault, typing is so painful.

Cry, Lucy!

Chapter 111: I must act decisively immediately!

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[A few days later]

Fingel, Philon, Haita, and Frilian gathered in the room. On the dining table were fragments of a stone tablet recording the goddess's magic—Fingel could travel back a thousand years if Frilian cast a spell.

"In that case... I'll head back."

I'm really a little reluctant to part with it.

The main problem is that if I go back, my success rate with Frilian will be very low... Damn it, I still have to find Flame to allow me to have sex with her apprentice.

'Just thinking about it gives me a headache.'

Fingel sighed, finding it all very troublesome.

"Are you really ready? I thought you'd play for a while longer."

Looking at this new friend he met in the final moments of his life, Haita was overwhelmed with emotion... There might not be a next time they met.

Haita stroked his beard, feeling both regret and a bit of fear.

Everyone needs a place to belong, and he is about to go to a place called Heaven.

Time waits for no one.

Looking at Fingel's youthful appearance, an indescribable expression appeared on Haita's deeply lined face, and his cloudy eyes surged with a mixture of relief and loneliness.

"Lord Fingel, are you really not planning to stay here?"

Philon raised his head, his tone tinged with reluctance.

"Of course not! I've stayed long enough." Fingel stroked her head, his eyes filled with kindness. "What's wrong? Will Philon be sad because I'm leaving?"

He wouldn't have any romantic feelings for a child, and compared to those children who only know how to cry and fuss all day, Philon is extremely sensible.

"I will always remember Lord Fingel!"

Philon clenched her small fists tightly, her round cheeks flushed with excitement. She suddenly tilted her head back, her large amber eyes brimming with starlight-like determination, even the ends of her hair trembling slightly with her declaration:

"Hahaha! Good boy, Philon." Fingel laughed heartily, feeling very pleased. "Unlike a certain elf, who couldn't wait for me to leave."

Frillie has slight doubts about what you said.

【Frilian's Affection Level -1】

“Where is it… Don’t listen to his nonsense, Philon, that guy just likes to lie.”

Frillie's eyelashes fluttered, then she waved her hand at Fingel with a hint of disdain.

"Hurry up and leave! Seriously, am I going to cast a spell right now?"

...

This guy really holds a grudge.

Fingel couldn't help but laugh out loud. He had gone a little too far the other day, even playing some games of 'just rubbing without going in,' and that was in the wild.

"Anyway, goodbye then? Don't miss me too much, okay?"

Fingel waved to the crowd, bidding them a final farewell.

"No way." Frillie rolled her eyes in annoyance. "It's about to start, let's go."

As Frilian's fingertips touched the cracked stone tablet, the ancient runes suddenly burst forth with emerald light.

A magic circle spun and bloomed beneath her feet, her silver hair danced wildly in the surging energy, and even the air began to distort—the dust of a thousand years of time peeled away in this moment.

The next second, a bright light flashed, and all three of them involuntarily closed their eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Fingel had disappeared.

"Did we really go back...? The goddess's magic is truly amazing."

Haita touched the shards on the table, quite surprised.

No wonder those human nobles wanted to obtain the magic to prolong their lives from the goddess. Now even he was starting to believe that such magic existed in the world.

"Will Lady Frillien be a little sad? After all, you two are very... very close."

Philon held Frilian's hand, looking at her master's expressionless face, her small face filled with confusion.

Why is it that, despite their close relationship being comparable to that of a married couple, Lady Frillien doesn't seem very sad?

Frillie turned her face away, her fingertips unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair, her voice sounding a few degrees colder than usual.

"That kind of thing will never happen."

really?

"Lady Frillien is really going too far."

Philon pouted, looking somewhat unhappy.

Haita smiled understandingly. He was one of the people who knew Frilian best in the world, and he could tell that Frilian wasn't in a good mood.

"Hahaha... It's rare to see Frilian with such a forlorn expression."

As he spoke, he stroked Philon's hair, offering life advice to the little guy who was in low spirits.

“Everyone starts counting down the days to separation the moment they meet. Philon, you’ll have to learn that sooner or later.”

Even if your loved ones are gone, those who remain should still face life with dignity.

Philon's words carried a hint of doubt and worry.

"...Is...Is that so?"