I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

(This... well, you all know what I mean. The novel *The Burial of Frilian* isn't the kind of story about lords fighting for supremacy. I even suspect the original author just made up the map, so I can only give a general location, maybe a country, to make it a fictional setting—it's roughly like this ALT. Please forgive me if there are any inaccuracies. In short, the protagonist's location is in the northern countries at the border of the northern and central parts of the continent, roughly south of his future ancestor, Celia.)

(If any of you think something is off, you can understand it as the timeline being too long. Some of these map kingdoms will definitely be destroyed, and some will survive. Just understand it that way. This map is only passable QVQ)

Chapter Seventeen: Fingel's Extraordinary Abilities

Flame asked with some concern,

"Are you ok?"

The elf's figure was graceful, her slender body wrapped in a plain white dress, her silver hair flowing down to her waist like moonlight, and her pointed ears trembling slightly, revealing her liveliness.

Her small nose was adorned with morning dew, and her emerald green eyes were as bright and deep as gemstones. Every gesture she made carried an elfin elegance... Well, actually, she was rather small in stature, with a flat chest, and was currently lying on the ground, panting in a sorry state.

Of course, small ones are also very cute.

Her name is Frilian, the magician who will defeat the Demon King in the future—of course, as previously predicted, she is just a homeless wanderer.

"I'm fine, just a little tired... I probably won't be able to fight at full strength from now on, sorry."

Frilian rubbed her sore eyes; her magic was almost completely depleted.

Her tone of voice, like her face, never showed any emotion.

"There's a human town ahead. Let's go there and rest for a while... The fighting has been too frequent lately. We should find a place to rest for a bit."

Flame realized that there was nothing she could do about it, and even she felt exhausted now.

"Okay, then let's take a break for forty years... I've been so tired lately."

Frillie yawned; she was feeling a little sleepy.

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What's with your "ten days or half a month" statement? That's decades!

"You elves have a really exaggerated sense of time."

Flame was both amused and exasperated. She was only in her early thirties when she was born, but if she stayed here for decades, she would become an old lady or an old man.

However, he definitely needs to rest.

She pinched her aching brow; her energy was almost at its limit.

She and Frilian have recently been frequently hunted by demons because the Demon King ordered his subordinates to kill (censored) elves—and Frilian is the only one who escaped. As her master, Flame took on the responsibility of protecting Frilian without hesitation.

Now they are preparing to flee north, their goal being to temporarily seek refuge with their master who is living in seclusion in the north, where it would be safer to settle Frilian.

Now...

“We seem to be running out of money. Frilian, you never seem to worry about this kind of thing... Don't you elves have money?”

Flame sighed as she looked at her disciple, whose expression remained indifferent. This child truly lacked common sense.

I have this feeling that I've found myself a daughter, not a disciple... Is it just my imagination? I'm not even married yet, is it because I've reached a certain age?

A faint melancholy arose in Flame's heart. She was thirty years old and still unmarried... By the time her mother was thirty, she could already cook.

However, this melancholy quickly disappeared—she was a strong person, and she would never stop for her goals.

"Yes."

Frilian nodded. Elves really didn't use money much, and their social relations were still at the stage of bartering.

"Well... actually, I took on a commission, and I still have a little money, a full two gold coins."

"Oh, that seems to be quite a number."

The two walked side by side along the path, until they were about to leave the forest. Suddenly, Frillian thought—hmm, what kind of client is so generous? She was a little curious. Did Flame want me to ask her this question?

She only realized it belatedly.

"So what exactly is the request?"

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A question mark appeared above Flame's head. This reaction is too slow! This guy... doesn't care about what's going on outside at all.

What will happen to this child if I'm not here anymore?

"A rather strange phenomenon has emerged here... The nobles of the empire suspect that demons are keeping humans in captivity."

"Dominating humans... Are demons such creatures?"

Frilian felt that this conflicted with the knowledge of demons that Flame had instilled in her. Demons wouldn't have this kind of consciousness; their domestication was more like human practices.

They are better at killing and plundering.

"It's hard to say... Maybe the nobles of the empire are lying to me. When will people stop fighting each other over these meaningless things?"

Flame's beautiful face was now somewhat gloomy.

This was a chaotic era, and the northern kingdoms were the most chaotic regions on the continent. Due to the perennial low temperatures, the annual harvests were poor. What was even more frightening was that these countries were also constantly embroiled in war, and the people's lives were truly miserable.

Not to mention the rampage of the demon race.

Flame is a minor magician, and recently she has several nicknames such as "genius magician" and "red-haired shrine maiden," so it's normal for others to want to take advantage of her.

Sadly, the brutality of human wars even surpasses that of the racial wars between humans and demons. The victors commit rape, plunder, and even massacre entire cities—but Flame is powerless against these acts; there is little she can do.

"...I don't really understand this kind of thing."

Frillie shook her head, finding humans to be truly inexplicable creatures.

"Forget it... let's investigate first, and take a break while we're at it. We need to replenish our supplies."

Flame was determined to investigate the truth—and unexpectedly, she got the answer very quickly.

Because they saw a group of humans interacting with monsters—this was unbelievable, since it was usually the monsters who would use their power to control monsters.

"It seems it's true..."

"Do monsters hunt alongside humans?"

"No, is it humans raising demons or demons raising humans... No, no, no, if it's demons raising humans, they won't be in a good mood to ask magical beasts for help."

Flame stared at the humans fighting the black bear from afar, her brows furrowed. Could it be that humans were raising demons? No... her intuition told her that it was more likely that humans were colluding with demons.

This is not a good sign. Demons are not trustworthy. Have we been deceived by demons?

She clenched her fists slightly.

......

The focus shifts to the humans fighting the black bear—they are a hunter squad and part-time guard team from Frisch.

Captain Fingel declared he would take on this terrifying creature one-on-one! After three months of training, it was obvious that his body had gotten bigger, and his previously not-so-strong physique had become even more muscular.

"Haha...ha...I can see it!"

"Get out of my way! Don't bother me!"

Fingel dodged the bear's paw strike and shouted excitedly—he really had become stronger!

They even awakened abilities related to time!

Author's Note: Thank you brothers for your recommendation votes, monthly tickets, razor blades, and continued reading! Love you all QVQ, I'm already so happy to have brothers reading my book.

Chapter 18: Time Slows Down

The gains are not limited to personal strength.

After three months, using the magic of obedience, Aura gained control of the core human population of the entire town of Frisch and bestowed upon himself the title of nobleman, becoming the de facto ruler of the town.

Unfortunately, seemingly due to the demons' indifference to emotions, Fingel's tireless efforts to gain Aura's attention through absurd means only increased his favorability by a few dozen points. He had talked himself hoarse trying to deal with Aura, but the guy was just evading taxes, and he failed to get his wages.

hateful!

Fortunately, he eventually received a 'reward' in exchange for control of the entire town's inhabitants.

Okay, Fingel admits it's not that simple... In fact, there are also some perverted requests such as 'legs', 'holding horns', and 'collecting Lady Aura's stockings'.

It's a bit despicable, a bit shameless, a bit vulgar, but even though Aura is cruel and an animal, I still have a strong interest in her body.

The kingdom will be destroyed!

I apologize to the righteous protagonist who is ruthless and decisive in killing people all over the world!

I'm that kind of depraved man who can't control his penis!

It’s all the system’s fault!

That's so mean! (sad)

In short, long live understanding! Those who don't understand, may their nation perish!

...

[Back to the present]

"Haha...ha...I can see it!"

"Get out of my way! Don't bother me!"

Fingel dodged the bear's paw strike and shouted excitedly—he really had become stronger!

He shouted at the wolves that Aura had given him to control to get out of the way, and faced the giant bear alone. The gray wolves seemed to understand human speech and obediently ran away, which amazed the hunter team members who dared not approach from more than ten meters away.

"Roar!!!!"

The giant bear roared terrifyingly at him, spewing forth a foul breath of rotting flesh and blood. The shadow it cast as it stood upright engulfed the entire Fingal, its sharp claws gleaming coldly in the moonlight. If it had been a few months ago, Fingal would have run as far away as possible from this creature.

"Roar!!!!"

[Loading the combat assist mod... the affixes will temporarily lean towards combat-related affixes.]

The black bear seemed slightly suspicious of your behavior.

[Entry: Black bears are more likely to become aroused towards you]

[Entry generated... Level 1 entry: Stiff limbs. A black bear that hasn't eaten in a long time finds its muscles less flexible than before (flexibility reduced by 5%).]

[Entry insertion...Insertion successful!]

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Fingel, in a tactical black face, said, "What are you saying? Explain yourself! Believe me or not, I'll chop you up %&*%……&!"

How can this kind of entry be a combat entry, you bastard!

Even more terrifying is that, due to the conditioned reflex he developed when facing Aura, he subconsciously implanted the term.

[Implant successful... The male bear is more likely to send you messages on QQ.]

woohoo~~

The black bear's breathing became heavier, and Fingel's expression was the same, as if it were covered by countless black lines, looking as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit.

Damn it, could it be a male bear?

Please, please, it has to be a female! I don't want a male bear to have desire for me...

Once the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't stop, and Fingel felt the hairs on his body stand on end... Anyway, let's start fighting! This absolutely cannot be known by a second person; we have to silence them!

kill!

"Come on... don't underestimate me... damn, try a different opening line next time."

Anyway... let's go!

His pupils were like kerosene lamps that had been lit, instantly burning with a golden halo, and even his eyes turned into eerie vertical pupils.

The feeling right now is very strange.

The air was stagnant, like gel. Fingel could see the black bear's claws slicing through the air, leaving a trail of death. He could hear the breaths drawn out into roars, the beads of sweat refracting cold light, and even the fluttering of a panicked butterfly as it left the tree and began to fly around wildly—all of this was clearly perceptible to Fingel.

Time... has slowed down!

Two times...four times.....

The current limit is... eight times!