I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

That's going too far! No, what are you going to do to me?

He felt a chill run down his spine. It was terrifying! Could anyone in the world have actually researched such magic? No... this must be nipped in the bud!

The evil human mage Flame, I must... wait, no!

Fingel immediately thought, "Flame is such a good woman, and besides, they've been husband and wife for so long. How could I do this? No, I'm not a celestial being, I can't do it! I really can't! What should I do? I really can't tell, Mother Flame!"

Soon, he entered a state of ultimate left-right brain conflict.

"what happened to you?"

Suddenly, Flamel noticed that Fingel's expression was alternating between pale and green. Had this guy gone crazy again?

[Finger has been acting strangely lately, with frequent and significant mood swings, which seems a bit off.]

[It's probably still due to bloodline influence... Fingel's bloodline seems to amplify desires. I've heard that dragons are inherently creatures that frequently want to interbreed with various other beings... So, is it because of his bloodline? Perhaps it's not Fingel's fault.]

"Ah... I'm just a little tired, thank you for your concern."

Fingel's expression relaxed... Ah, good, right, it's all because of the bloodline. It's good that he didn't do anything; it was too terrifying.

But to be honest, he was actually quite tired.

Is there anything I can do to replenish it? It seems even my dragon bloodline isn't holding up. I've heard that goji berries are good for making tea.

Oh?

...

'No sexual harassment at all?'

Flame was slightly startled; it seemed there really was a problem, even a rather serious one.

She felt a little scared. The current Fingel was like those gambling addicts she had seen in casinos who suddenly turned over a new leaf and went home to work and earn money honestly.

is it possible?

Not too possible.

“I suggest you go see my teacher as soon as you’re done with things here,” Flame said, her tone becoming slightly more concerned. “Even if she doesn’t accept you as her disciple, she might agree to help you if you ask her.”

And she was also a little curious... that Fingel's magical powers might also originate from his bloodline.

?

"Then thank you, dear Ms. Flamel."

Fingel's smile was more like a grimace. No, he actually questioned my star power?

You should know best, right?

To be honest, this makes him look like a clown, and because of the occasion and timing, he can't retaliate immediately, and he doesn't intend to reveal his mind-reading ability.

He silently shut down the system; it was quite a torment at times, easily making people lose the desire to chat.

Ugh, if only there were a system like the one in "Arknights, but Everyone's an NPC" (annoying), he was so envious!

Easily altering perceptions can allow others to play games intensely without their knowledge... How...how tempting!

"Then...you're welcome?"

Flame frowned slightly. This man was seriously ill... Was the bloodline of the dragons so predatory? She had never heard of such a thing before.

She is a genius magician, but not a genius pharmacist.

...

"Um... Flame, do you smell like the garden?"

Frillie, who knew nothing, suddenly realized, and then looked with great interest at the garden not far away—she hadn't noticed it before; three months ago it was a barren wasteland, and now there was a garden?

Reasonable.

Frillie had no more doubts about the changes in Flame.

kindness?

Fingel noticed the blind spot and decided to give up thinking—follow the rhythm of the kidneys. Physical fatigue was nothing; what mattered was willpower!

No matter how tough life gets, believe that your willpower can help you break through any obstacle!

I'm so sorry, Your Excellency Simmel! You did nothing wrong, you are great! It's all my fault for my pathetic, disgusting desires and pride!!!

The kingdom will be destroyed!

After months of fighting, he returns still a youth—his target ahead: Frilian!

A Pictorial Guide to the Customs of Different Races, now open!

“Ah, yes, Frilian… let me show you around the garden.” Fingel’s face darkened tactfully, his expression full of determination. “This garden was built with the help of your master’s magic, I think you should take a look.”

garden?

Frillie's heart skipped a beat... This sounded quite interesting.

Frillie has some doubts about your explanation.

[Favorability-enhancing keywords generated... Successfully implanted]

[Current Affection Level: 85]

“Okay, thank you.” Frillie bowed slightly in thanks. “I’d like to go and take a look.”

"Haha, welcome, welcome!"

Flamme;?

As a teacher, Flame immediately became alert... What is this guy trying to do?

"No! Frilian, come with me now... I have something I want to tell you."

Before Fingel could say anything, Flame grabbed Frilian and hurriedly left—the next morning, the servants told Fingel that the two had left the town.

(sad)

Fingel regrets that the master-disciple CG was not unlocked.

Reality is definitely not a visual novel where you can jump straight into sex after just a few words. It's really pathetic.

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Chapter Sixty-Eight: Invasion

"That's so unfair! Am I some kind of terrible person?"

Leaving without saying goodbye or something.

Sunlight filtered through the lace curtains, casting dappled patterns on the oak floor. Several handmade plush toys were neatly arranged beside the pillow.

On the walnut dressing table sat a brush with dried ink, and beside it, a crystal vase held wild roses picked that morning.

Guided by the maid, Fingel saw the letter she left behind—to be honest, Flame's handwriting was very beautiful, as elegant and calm as she was, yet it contained a strong sense of will, just like her, with a passionate heart hidden beneath a somewhat cold exterior.

How hot is it?

"...Hey, I haven't even made a move yet! I haven't even touched Frillie's hand, okay?" Fingel looked at Shinri's warning and was both amused and exasperated. "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, the letter forbade him from harming Frillie, otherwise... she might be planning to research some kind of magic that weakens certain abilities.

It was so hot that Finger was terrified.

"Damn woman."

Fingel was having a tough time. He really didn't expect to be able to speedrun Frilline. Just by looking at her indifferent expression, he knew she would be difficult to win over.

As gamers know, some characters can have their affinity maxed out and CGs triggered by simply completing a few tasks, but other characters have a longer completion cycle. In the gap between completing one cycle, you might be able to complete several new characters.

"Did Flamel do anything else before she left?"

The letter contained expressions of gratitude for the recent assistance with food, clothing, and shelter, as well as a subtle warning, and also mentioned that Flame would later persuade her master to help with the matter of the Fingel bloodline.

I don't know anything else.

He turned to the maid and asked her—and the maid told him the truth.

It seems that Flame went to the kitchen to prepare some food, medicine, and so on—notably, she also took a few simple linen dresses.

The silk dresses that she had previously dressed Frilian and Flame were found by the maid to have been washed and neatly folded on the bed; they had not been taken away at all.

Upon further questioning, he also learned that Flame and Frilian had been helping some of the newly arrived villagers build houses in their spare time, in exchange for payment.

As for?

What is this trying to express?

Isn't she the kind of woman who sells her body for wealth? What a strong sense of pride!

Fingel felt a blow to his dignity because he himself was the kind of man who wanted to use wealth to buy a woman's body!

"You're making me look despicable."

After a moment of contemplation, Fingel's eyes darkened slightly, making the maid beside him afraid to speak.

Then he came to the conclusion... So what? Did you say thank you?

I don't care about all that nonsense. Whether someone is morally upright or not, as long as they're good-looking and have a good figure, I'll treat them the same!

In the river!

“Alright, pack up Flame’s things…she can use it next time she comes,” Fingel ordered. “This room will remain for Flame. You need to clean it every now and then, understand?”

"Understood, Lord Fingel."

The maid nodded quietly; it was her duty.

"quack-----"

Suddenly, the cawing of crows rang out, and Fingel looked out the window as if sensing something—a crow monster at least twice the size of an ordinary crow was circling outside the window.

"Hmm? ...Is there something you need?"

Fingel became alert; there might really be a slight problem... He had previously communicated with Aura, who said that in case of any special circumstances, Aura would use a bird-like magical beast to find him.

The fact that Aura, who has been avoiding him recently, would call out to him suggests that something significant must have happened.

"Ta-da! Ta ...

The large brass bell in the center of the town was struck hard, and the piercing sound woke up all the townspeople.

"It really happened!"

Soon, Fingel followed the raven-like monster to Aura—on the edge of the town. Aura was surrounded by a large number of puppet knights and monsters, clearly indicating that they had entered a battle.

Meanwhile, some adult men from the town also came to the edge of the town and picked up their weapons—as a border town, they had a little bit of martial spirit.

It turns out this is a tradition: when the town's alarm bell rings, all adult men must come out with weapons to protect the town.

"What happened, Aura?"

Fingel thought that demons had attacked, but recently Aura said that someone from the demon race might be looking for traces of her.

If they are powerful demons, they might have to run away this time.

"The monster that cooperated with the hunter was killed, it's all your fault."

Why should I use my servants to protect these humans?

Aura frowned slightly, somewhat annoyed, and glared at Fingel.

My servant died because of human affairs... How annoying.

[Should I punish Fingel... Damn it, this guy's getting more and more rebellious. I need to find a way to make him behave and accept punishment.]

Looking at the entry above Aura's head, Fingel was speechless. So what if he's dead? The North has everything, but it doesn't lack monsters.

The further north you go on the mainland, the higher the chance of encountering monsters.

We can always catch more.

"Is that so... Do you know who the other party is, Lady Aura?"

Finkel asked.

"I don't know? It shouldn't be a demon." Aura shook her head, then revealed a mocking smile.

"What, scared? Heh, what a useless fellow."