I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

[Race: Elf]

[The fallen Frilian, a sexually frigid elf, an extremely slow-witted woman, suspected to be beyond human potential to conquer within her lifespan.]

[Difficulty Level: 10 stars]

......

Two girls... no, a mature woman and a child, who took the initiative to show themselves, emerged from the bushes and were surrounded by soldiers who were on high alert.

Due to the prolonged chaos in the north, most towns and cities there have developed a xenophobic attitude and are wary of outsiders—especially those who are alone and good-looking.

There are even absurd rumors that handsome men and good-looking men are spies of the demon race—in short, it can only be said that this is somewhat unwise.

"Who are you!"

"Put your hands up!"

"Big Brother and the others don't have weapons..."

"Shut up!"

"What are you trying to do here? Who else is here besides you?!"

...

These soldiers, a hunter-groom team of idle townspeople forced into this role, displayed extremely low competence, prompting Fingel to cover his face in disbelief.

Shame on you!

They were clearly inferior, far inferior to the knights Lord Alden led who could slay demons. The warriors of this other world were truly remarkable—elite human warriors could even kill demons.

"I'm sorry, we meant no harm... I'm Flame, I just wanted to stop by town for a rest."

Flame raised her hands in acknowledgment, a faint smile on her face, to indicate that she meant no harm.

Do I have to do that too?

Frillie also raised her hands, which, if she remembered correctly, was a gesture of surrender.

"Ah, it's Ms. Flame... I've heard so much about you."

"Is this your daughter? She's so cute."

Fingel seemed to have heard something and warmly welcomed her—"Let's increase the intensity, hypnosis system activated!"

[Flame has doubts about you...]

[The entry is generated. Feeling slightly tired, she wants to relax... What would be the way? Fumera thinks it might be delicious food, or something else entirely.]

[Flame's favorability decreased by 1]

Current favorability rating: 100

kindness?

Are you tired? It's good to be tired. If you're tired, you can rest on my bed.

Although Fingel was unwilling to admit it, he had indeed been a bit decadent lately... He was interested in all the pretty girls in town, but he hadn't made a move yet because he had high standards and was afraid of getting a strange disease.

He's the type who'd fucking want to date anyone who's good-looking!

Although Fingel had only met Flame for the first time, he was already fantasizing... Hmm, although she looked no younger than usual, wasn't that great? She had the charm of a married woman! She was definitely a stunning beauty!

Moreover, according to the setting of this human genius mage, he might still be a virgin... and to put it somewhat despicably, he has a bit of a fruit-skin-like quality, and he is also very interested in Frilian.

Pressure? (The temple is under pressure!)

Fingel swallowed hard. One month... no, one week. Make my master and apprentice sisters fall in love with me. Those who betray me, I'll give them 10 billion! Anyway, good luck with hypnosis!

He was caught in an endless fantasy called Amaterasu.

'daughter?'

Flame's smile stiffened slightly... Hmm, does that seem to be the case?

Even someone who is devoted to humanity and holds lofty ideals might occasionally be a little concerned about her age. To say that she looks like the mother of such a grown child is an exaggeration.

And why did this man's eyes look so strange...? She couldn't help but shrink back, and despite killing demons like chickens, she instinctively felt a sense of threat.

Is it an illusion?

She then looked at Frilian. People say you're my daughter, so say something.

“…”

Frilian just tilted her head and drooped her eyelids, feeling so sleepy. "I'm so sleepy, Flame, please take me to sleep."

Flame: ...Forget it.

Looking at Frillie's hibernating appearance... sigh.

She sighed, feeling in a way that what she was doing was being a mother to a child... She sometimes had that illusion about taking care of Frillie.

“Her name is Frilian, and she is indeed very cute…” Flame stroked Frilian’s head, the smooth, long hair of an elf was really comfortable. “But she is my apprentice, and don’t let her appearance fool you… she is an elf, you know? She might be over a thousand years old.”

...

Unexpectedly, Frilian, who had been drowsy, suddenly became alert, her eyes sharpening. She broke away from her master who was patting her head and began to earnestly address the humans present.

"She's not over a thousand years old! Flame is lying."

He's only a few hundred years old.

?

Everyone: Who asked you? By the way, who are you?

The hunting party soldiers were all puzzled by this long-eared... 'human'? Why were her ears so long? And her skin was so good too? And the claim that she was over a thousand years old was definitely a joke.

Fingel, with a touch of curiosity, stepped forward and patted Frillie's head... This elf has a really good temper; she didn't even resist.

But to be honest, Frilian does look quite cute. Despite her petite figure, she possesses a classic elfin beauty.

Well... after his tactical scan and comparison, Frilian is at the steel plate level. Poor elf.

"I see... It's okay, small ones are cute too."

Frillie: ? ? ? ?

Frillie had slight doubts about your actions.

Chapter 21: Death Note, Enemy Controller

"I see... It's okay, small ones are cute too."

Fingel gave a very obvious "sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" look and said some strange things.

Frillie had slight doubts about your actions.

[Frilian's favorability decreased by one]

[A keyword entry is generated...favorability level increases slightly]

[Entry successfully implanted]

[Frilian has slight doubts about your language...]

[Flame is questioning your words....]

[Obtain the entry...]

[Insertion successful, favorability increased by 1]

...

[Current Affection Level: 55 (Indifferent)]

"Who are you? We're not that close that you can pat my head like that." Frillie frowned slightly. This guy is so rude. "Besides, I have a feeling that what you said had a slightly inappropriate meaning. Are you secretly insulting me?"

'Is it cute because it's small?'

This guy seems inexplicably annoying.

Are you referring to my body shape? This isn't what I wanted.

For the first time, the usually mild-mannered female elf felt like hitting someone... but it seemed too troublesome, so she decided against it.

Sleepiness washed over her, and Frillie felt drowsy again, wanting to go to sleep.

"Haha, although my disciple is very cute... please don't bully her, okay?" Flame couldn't stand it anymore. What's wrong with this person? He's a bit too familiar, and his way of speaking is strange... Oh well, might as well investigate him.

She was still more concerned about these monsters... She glanced discreetly at the snow wolves that were moving cautiously dozens of meters away... These were snow wolves, a type of monster unique to the north, naturally bloodthirsty and brutal, and almost impossible to tame.

It seems that demons really do exist.

Flame sighed inwardly. Really... why would anyone cooperate with the demons? Shouldn't they have found a way to infiltrate the town and ambush them?

What should I do...?

"Haha, just kidding, please don't take it to heart."

Fingel laughed and said, "The kid is just joking around."

"Hehehe... By the way, I wonder what these demonic wolves are... I'm just a little curious, can these kinds of monsters be controlled?"

"Wow, that's amazing! Is that some kind of powerful magic? It's incredibly powerful!"

Flame decided to test the waters, putting on a simple and curious expression, her tone becoming somewhat innocent, and her eyes looking at Fingel with a hint of longing—this was the purest form of disguise!

Women are deceitful creatures, and Flame is someone who will do anything, even despicable things, to achieve her goals.

That's it in a nutshell.

Flame knows she's beautiful! Women sometimes don't mind using their looks to their advantage.

Unfortunately, he encountered a bastard (censored).

oh oh!

It smells so good!

If Fulam slapped me in the face, it might have carried a hint of Chanel.

A strange combination of Chinese characters inexplicably flashed through Fingel's muddy mind—thanks to the results of the experiment on Aura, she naturally and skillfully, without hesitation, uttered her deceptive nonsense: Illusion Resistance Training, Activated!

“Yes, I did it,” Fingel said tactically, his face darkening. “Actually, I’m an illusionist. Everything I’m doing now is just to make you addicted to evil. Imagine you don’t have to worry about your body going out of shape from eating too much ice cream. No matter how much you eat, you’ll still be a curvy beauty. I can make you addicted to this illusion.”

"And this illusion technique, I call 'Tsukuyomi,' also known as 'Enemy Control.'"

"To make sure you don't reveal my secret, I have to keep an eye on you."

Fingel's tactical black face completely baffled the other 'witch'.

Human genius magician: ????

[Flame has serious doubts about your language!!]

[Flame began to doubt her hearing]

[Flame has doubts about your behavior]

[Floramée has generated an entry... Level 1 entry: She's getting a little hungry]

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Flame blinked, a little confused... What is this person talking about? Who understands what you're saying!

Tsukuyomi? Illusion... Where do you find such magic? You must have made it up.

Is this person... well, is their brain... a little strange?

What's happening here?

"I'm telling the truth, don't you believe me? Okay, actually I'm lying to you." Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, Fingel grabbed Flame's small hand with his claw. "This is actually a dream resistance training. I'm using ice cream to help you get used to this temptation. Please believe me."

Flame's little hands are so soft, her body smells so good, Sparashi, is this the human genius magician beauty? Her temperament is truly extraordinary.

“This gentleman…is quite humorous?” Flame’s fingertips stiffened almost imperceptibly the moment they touched, her lips still bearing a polite smile, but her wrist gracefully withdrew as if avoiding a branding iron. “Are you joking? I’ve never heard of such a magical artifact, hahaha.”

As she adjusted her hair, it fell naturally to her side, and the hem of her skirt rippled as she took a half-step back. The warmth from Florame was now completely kept at a polite distance.

A flicker of disgust crossed her eyes... Ah, this man wants to sleep with me.

[Flame's favorability has slightly decreased.]

[Flame's favorability has slightly decreased.]