I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

But can I tell Lord Aura about this? I'd be killed.

Even a fool would know that Lord Aura is asking about whose hobbies he is, and what if he answers incorrectly and Aura causes trouble later?

So they could only start making excuses and giving perfunctory answers.

"I...I don't know."

"I really don't know, Lord Aura..."

"You know, I'm just a maid..."

"Um... the only man I've ever been in contact with is my younger brother; he likes to play in the mud..."

Aura's expression darkened. "Useless! Don't you humans even understand your own kind? And what's with the mud-playing?"

"Forget it, I can't count on you guys... a bunch of useless trash."

She thought for a moment and decided to ask someone Fingel knew, such as the soldiers.

Aura quickly arrived at the guard, and after receiving the answer that 'Lord Fingel likes to flirt with women'—and after giving the disgusting group of human males a sound beating with puppet soldiers (because Fingel had asked her not to kill the townspeople indiscriminately)—she made one last, somewhat difficult decision.

That is—ask the enemy for help!

Forget about Flame, although she didn't want to admit it, she was really worried that she would be killed on the spot. This woman's magic was too terrifying - she was clearly a hundred years old, but the woman had several times her magic power. She was a monster!

Then it must be that female elf!

I wasn't paying attention last time... so it probably isn't very strong, right?

If all else fails, use magic to control her!

Demons have always been a race that enjoys using violence, and Aura is no exception... She was simply brainwashed by Fingel into becoming one of their own, not brainwashed into becoming a saint.

If you can't have it, just take it!

So, what is Fingel doing that Lord Aura is concerned about?

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

He's asking girls out.

In the forest, under Fingel's 'threat,' Flame is forced to come to the forest to help him—in order to verify his bloodline.

【Frich, a small town in the northern forest.】

Fingel stared at a tree, treating it as a potential enemy, and, just as he had felt before, activated his bloodline...

That feeling of risking one's life for the sake of the people.

His fingers suddenly tensed, his once neatly trimmed nails grew wildly, his cuticles gleamed with a metallic sheen, and his skin cracked open, sprouting bluish-red scales, as if some monster was about to burst out of his body.

"Great...it's ignited!"

Fingel puffed out his cheeks. Whatever the consequences, this feeling was really good—a feeling of being filled with power.

Sixteen times!

Fingel's figure vanished like lightning, leaving only a blurry afterimage—in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the tree, spinning around and swinging his arm!

In an instant, five twisted black flames, like sharp claws, were dragged out. The giant tree, half a meter thick, let out a tooth-grinding groan the moment it made contact. Its bark was torn open like fragile rice paper, revealing the pale cross-section with distinct internal fibers.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and the tree trunk exploded from the claw marks, with wood chips and unburnt black sparks flying everywhere.

"boom!!!"

A cloud of smoke obscured the view and lingered for quite some time.

At this moment, Fulame was standing about ten meters away, wearing a silk cheongsam that accentuated her beautiful figure.

A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes. She couldn't believe that this brainless bastard would possess such an ability... It's so unfair.

"The magic of time, and the magic of fire... He's clearly a magic idiot, how did he learn them?"

As a genius, Flame immediately came up with the most likely possibility—something similar to the bloodline inheritance of the demon race.

So, does that mean Fingel isn't human? No, he's not even the purest form of human. Are those eyes from a dragon? The question is, how could a dragon have offspring with humans?

This isn't magic at all!

She had already guessed most of Fingel's situation, but she was not confident about the answer because it wouldn't happen under normal circumstances.

For example, someone might create a perpetual motion machine right in front of you, but you know it's unlikely to be built.

However, given the facts, Flame had no choice but to accept them.

'But if that's the case...'

Her expression turned slightly worried, but it quickly faded—was it really necessary to worry about this person?

'Finger is a smart man; he should know that his situation isn't too good...'

Flame thought to herself.

"Huhuhu~"

A gentle breeze blew by, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the black fire spread wildly along the grain, scorching the growth rings into charred ashes.

Fingel stood there quietly examining his paws, his golden eyes filled with solemnity... After a long while, he finally spoke a serious sentence.

"Damn, he's so handsome..."

smiled.

...

Flameton, who was observing Fingel, was speechless and regretted her earlier belief that Fingel was smart... Sure enough, he's an idiot, isn't he?

Does he have no brain capacity other than doing that kind of thing?

[Does Flame have doubts about your brain?]

[Gain Favorability Items]

[Implantation successful...]

【Flame's Affection Level: 171 (Friendly)】

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Chapter 51; When Dead Memories Attack a Blushing Cheek

So handsome.

Fingel looked down at his body, at the muscles sculpted like those of the statue of David the Thinker and the beautiful, slightly half-dragon-like appearance.

That's incredibly cool! If this were on Earth, people would have to eat it every day!

He thought about it very deeply.

[Does Flame have doubts about your brain?]

[Gain Favorability Items]

[Implantation successful...]

【Flame's Affection Level: 171 (Friendly)】

Flamel walked over gracefully, somewhat speechless.

"You can clearly see that you're turning into a monster, and you're thinking about this kind of thing? Aren't you worried that you'll stay like this forever?"

She was genuinely puzzled; shouldn't a normal person feel fear in a situation like this?

After all, what if he turns into a monster completely?

Fingel paused—he sniffed, and a pleasant woman's fragrance wafted over, like the scent of flowers, as pure and beautiful as tulips, yet also carrying the alluring hormonal scent of a sexy woman, like a peach, making him feel a surge of ghostly passion.

Ah, it smells so good.

If it's a Flamme, remember this: before the slap comes, the Chanel will definitely arrive first, right?

"He's so handsome, okay? You women just don't understand men's romance..."

Fingel blinked. Flame's aura has become increasingly alluring lately. Is it because she's been nourished? To be honest, I've been feeling a bit tired lately.

...

[Flame has doubts about you]

[Entry being generated... Affection level entry being generated]

[Favorability rating keyword successfully implanted.]

Is he handsome?

That monstrous posture is not good at all; it feels like it has merged with an animal.

She did think that Fingel was already very handsome, that's a fact.

Flame remained calm. She really didn't want to dampen other people's enthusiasm for no reason—forget it, why should I care about these things?

She continued stating her deductions to herself:

"Our current guess is that you are not a pure human. There should be a kind of blood in your body, but it didn't show up when you were young."

"This is somewhat dangerous because the human body is very weak, and these bloodlines are often something that the human body cannot resist. If they are fully activated, it could even be life-threatening!"

"It may have been fine when you were a child, but as you grow up, certain things act as catalysts, causing these things that should have been deposited to surface."

As for what this catalyst is...

Flame's expression suddenly became a little unnatural. Was it me? Or Aura? In any case, it was probably a woman, that was her judgment.

Fingel becomes more aggressive and... inexplicably charming every time he does that kind of thing.

It was probably some kind of attraction stemming from blood ties; for a genius mage with a wealth of theoretical knowledge of magic, her judgment was unlikely to be wrong.

Yes, that must be it!

Flamme offered an explanation for her somewhat promiscuous behavior in bed.

"That's great! I love this kind of setup."

"Don't you think it's cool? I've had this dream since I was little. I wish I were some kind of special person, and preferably with a great mission, like fighting for the survival of humanity and world peace. A boy with a curse in his blood embarks on a journey..."

Fingel stuck out his long tongue and licked the back teeth of his split mouth, which looked strangely beautiful—when he actively activated his bloodline, his body would undergo some obvious changes.

This character setting is just like a male protagonist in a novel. Am I destined to be a male protagonist?

"Ideally, I'd also like a beautiful goddess who can support me! That way, I'd burn with my inner power even if it meant going against the world."

For the sake of beautiful girls, I would kill and set fires, rip out my intestines to use as jump ropes, and even burn the world down!

He is still the same boy he used to be, without the slightest change!

,,,

[Flame has doubts about you]

[Entry generation failed...]

Flame tilted her head, admitting she didn't understand.

“How old are you, Fingel? You must be at least in your twenties, right? How can you still be so childish?”

"Also, insulting a goddess will bring divine retribution, you know?"

Flame found it somewhat absurd. How could a grown man, a nobleman at that, still have such naive fantasies?

But for some reason, she thought of her childhood. Every autumn and winter, when the villagers would gather in the big house to eat, she would sit by the children's fire and tell them stories of heroes and demon kings. The righteous heroes would eventually defeat the powerful and evil demon kings... The children's eyes would light up at that time.

However, after the village was wiped out by the demons, these memories rarely reappeared. Even the voices of those children could not be remembered. They could only occasionally recall them in their dreams... the image of those children with empty, bloody faces without eyeballs, gathered around a campfire and asking him to tell them stories.

'Big sister...shall we continue the story?'

'You look beautiful when you smile! Smile more!'

....!

Every time she thought of this, Flame couldn't help but tremble, which made her even more determined to embark on the bloody and fiery journey to kill the demons.

Since then, she has rarely laughed from the heart, her face as if wearing a cold mask—except occasionally when teaching Frilian magic, when she would show a knowing smile.