I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Fingel, who had been frowning, immediately lowered his head. He paused, and his eyes lit up. "You should have said so earlier!"

I'm not going to pretend to be a gentleman anymore.

Making up jokes to fool people is exhausting!

I must clarify here: it's true I, Fingel, like big things, but I also want small things just as much! Does eating cake mean I can't have ice cream? As long as it looks good, I'm fine with anything!

By the way, let's forget about marriage; it seems like too much trouble.

'Truly...shameless! Even among the nobility, he's probably the first.'

Flame was so exasperated by the man's clumsy performance that she laughed... Was this supposed to be a comedy?

"Didn't we just say it was a misunderstanding, Mr. Fingel?"

Author's Note: To clarify: Flame didn't risk her life to get Frilian to surrender.

Flame wanted Frilian to understand humanity, not to kill people—Frilian might have the power to kill those soldiers directly, but that was unacceptable to Flame. Rather than have Frilian kill people, she preferred to take on the responsibility of being a mentor, sacrificing herself for the protagonist, because she knew the protagonist wouldn't kill her; at most, he would just be a pervert.

That's the logic. I think some readers have misunderstood. I still hope that my book can be logically consistent, rather than simply about the Imperial Uncle.

Another reason is that the class system in the destroyed Frilian world is very rigid. The strong are generally unwilling to provoke nobles even if they are dissatisfied with them. Taking action against human noble soldiers is also a serious matter. Flame was unwilling to go to that point. What she always wanted to do was to give all humans the opportunity to learn magic, while using the magic she originally loved to kill demons. She embarked on a path that she never liked, but had to take for her parents. Therefore, Flame was a great person and a person with a spirit of risk and sacrifice. I believe that it is reasonable for her to do such a thing for Frilian.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Black Tea

cough cough.

Fingel coughed twice; he was thick-skinned.

"It was indeed a misunderstanding. I am a stupid and honest person."

[Flame has serious doubts about your words!]

[Generates a moderate favorability attribute... Favorability level 71]

Flame grinned foolishly again; this bastard was just too outrageous.

Fingel, however, instantly switched to a serious expression... and then started rambling.

"I wonder if Ms. Flame knows about... a kind of illusion called Tsukuyomi?"

"That's a secret passed down for thousands of years..."

?

Outside the cell, Fingel pushed in a table and chair, crossed his arms, and looked extremely grim.

A quarter of an hour later.

[Flame has serious doubts about your statement!]

[Flame has serious doubts about your brain!]

【...】

[Favorability rating keyword implantation... Implantation successful!]

[Favorability rating keyword successfully implanted!]

【…】

[Current Affection Level: 99 (Indifferent)]

[Note: Due to an excessive level of aversion to the host, the bottleneck cannot be broken through for the time being—what a remarkable host! I feel disgusted, no, proud of your perversion.]

?

Has the system finally gone mad?

Fingel cleared his throat; his mouth was dry from talking for so long, and his brain was a bit exhausted, feeling like he had just finished a math problem.

.....

The focus shifts to Flameng.

She knelt on the ground, her ears ringing... She didn't want to hear Fingel say anything more; this man was the most talkative and the most adept at making up stories she had ever met.

According to Fingel's description, his family was originally called the Uchiha clan, and a strange genjutsu called Tsukuyomi was sealed in his eyes... It all started with Aura controlling him, but Fingel countered with his own genjutsu, and he is almost successful now. After that, Aura will become his power.

As for the evil and depravity that occurred... it was all Aura's fault. The demons were too wicked, they were all beasts. He, Fingel, had never done any manual labor, his body was pure and innocent, and he only risked his life to hypnotize Aura for the sake of human peace.

He is a good man!

All of the above was dictated by Fingel. Flame didn't want to believe a single word, but Fingel kept asking questions, and if she couldn't explain it clearly, he would repeat the explanation as if he were teaching magic.

However, she still believed one thing—Aura had probably indeed been under some kind of spell, and his threat level had temporarily decreased.

At least she won't cause trouble before Fingel dies. Fingel probably just wants to use the power of the demons to benefit himself... Although it's dangerous and Flame doesn't want to see it, her obsession with killing Aura has been greatly reduced.

Originally, I was just worried that an unconventional demon might emerge from the demon race and cause even greater losses to humanity. If the problem could be solved at its source, then it would indeed be possible to temporarily ignore it.

And for some reason... she accepted Fingel's existence, and it actually seemed quite agreeable to her.

'So, I'm also a superficial person who judges people by their looks?'

'This person is really good at talking.'

For some inexplicable reason, Flame thought of this.

"Well? You still don't believe me?"

Fingel's mouth was a little dry... He picked up his black tea to take a sip, but then stopped and put it down.

"Okay, I believe you, Mr. Fingel... but could you please shut up?"

Even with Flame's excellent self-control, she couldn't hold back any longer. She could no longer tolerate the nagging, which sounded like the whispers of a demon, and it was even more irritating than when she was criticized by her father when she was a child.

"Flame... I feel so dizzy."

Frilian couldn't take it anymore; elves have more sensitive hearing, and she was already very tired.

"Oh, okay... I almost forgot, the floor must be cold, right? I'll bring you two chairs."

Fingel jogged over to bring stools, opened the cell door, and let the two sit down.

"This is my black tea... This is a special tea for nobles, you know? Come and try it, I usually wouldn't let anyone else drink it."

The plan goes through!

"Okay, I'll drink it—Friline doesn't need to, right?"

Flame sat down steadily, and even brought out some tea to drink slowly. After taking two sips, he looked at Fingel and said, word by word.

Are you satisfied now?

"Please forgive Frillie's sins; she only wanted to help me—I will cooperate with whatever you wish to do."

Fingel blinked, "I'm so tempted."

He didn't want to offend Flame unless absolutely necessary... Besides, she was indeed a great woman, and he wasn't willing to do anything that would endanger his life for her.

Of course, x is still required, otherwise there will be a fine.

After thinking for a moment... he agreed. Even if it's a visual novel, you have to do the walkthrough one by one, okay? If we cooperate fully, we can unlock a lot of CGs!

"Ah... okay."

Frillie felt a little wronged; she wanted to drink it too... but since Flame said so, was there something wrong with the tea? So she could only order plain water.

"In that case... I'll take my leave."

After finishing his tea, Fingel left some bread and food, as well as a wooden barrel and other similar items, and then left.

Then, go back to sleep!

.................................................. ......................

Early the next morning.

When Fingel returned to the cell, he saw a beautiful girl with tired eyes and a flushed face.

Flame wore a loose, grayish-brown prison uniform. The rough fabric swayed loosely around her slender waist, but it couldn't hide her full breasts. She knelt on the ground, her hands clasped together in front of her lower abdomen, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing against each other.

"What...what exactly do you want?"

When she looked up at the iron bars, Flame's eyes turned slightly cold... What a bastard, he must have put something weird in the tea.

Baka...henta! Uru-sai!

Meanwhile, Frilian, standing to the side, also had a blank look in her eyes, her pupils dilated, as if she had witnessed something extraordinary... and learned some strange knowledge.

[This triggers the entry... Increased physiological responses at night!]

[This triggers the following: Increased physiological responses at night!]

[Activate the entry....]

[Flame has doubts about you...]

[Affection level decreased!]

[Insert favorable sentiment keywords]

【...】

Seeing the fluctuating favorability rating, Fingel couldn't help but smirk... Then he entered the cell and picked up Flame in his arms.

"what!"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Primal Craving

The flickering fire in the fireplace illuminated the somewhat dim room, revealing the girl's lush and abundant body.

"What do you want to do?"

"of course..."

"Wait... I... I haven't... um~!!"

Flame had her eyes closed, but suddenly, her beautiful eyes widened to the extreme.

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Heavy breathing, interspersed with the sounds of whipping, like the rhythm of a symphony falling like raindrops, cold eyes and docile heat intertwined, causing Fingel's tie to spin.

Time slows down, doubles speed, go!

Fight!

(50,000 words omitted to avoid being ganked)

.....

A few hours later, in the lord's private manor, a four-poster velvet bed was draped with dark red curtains, and the down comforters were crumpled to reveal a satin-like sheen. A red-haired woman, dressed in a few slivers, lay half-wrapped in the blankets beside the bed.

"Whoo~"

Fingel held a cigarette in his mouth, his expression one of utter satisfaction.

This was an idea he came up with to make money during his three months of free time: crudely processed cigarettes made from a local plant found around the town.

Sorry, but he's not the kind of indecisive, gentle male lead. He'll step up when it's time to act!

Don't underestimate our bond!

'Flame, it's so moisturizing.'

He truly hadn't expected that Flame was still a young girl. Perhaps it was because of her excellent upbringing, or perhaps she already held the belief of 'expelling all the demons'. In any case, it was indeed her first time.

I won the lottery!

And Flame was indeed very cooperative, going along with Fingel's various evil desires without resisting—although her favorability towards Fingel did plummet, barely managing to reach eighty with the system's help.

Ah...that really feels great.

Moreover, for men, physical pleasure is only a small part; it's more about the psychological conquest. Besides, this is a human hero and magician... He wouldn't have understood when he was just a nerdy guy, but he does now.

Fingel stubbed out his cigarette and threw it in the trash can. He then crawled sideways toward the girl and scooped up her maple-leaf-like hair.

Light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting dappled shadows on the bed. Florame lay on her side, the pure white blanket slipping diagonally down to her elbows, revealing half of her smooth, alabaster shoulder and outlining a full, undulating curve like distant mountains.

He couldn't resist wielding evil, and pinched Flame's chin, turning her face slightly towards him. Flame's expression seemed as calm as usual, her cheeks still flushed from the rain, but...

His eyes looked a little lifeless.