I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"Is Celia now taking on any student she can get? I remember she seemed to like talented students..."

Because of her bad impression of someone, even Frilian subconsciously started to follow her master's example and began to do the same. Celia often complained about Fingel and said bad things, such as calling him a walking beast of desire... This made her slightly contagious.

Hey Hey hey.

If you're so capable, tell me who is a student without talent.

"Damn it, I feel like you have a deep prejudice against me... Anyway, can you prove now that I'm Celia's apprentice?" Fingel looked at the faintly flickering lightning on his staff, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. "If you can, please don't use magic. We've known each other for so long, don't attack your friend, okay?"

friend?

Frillie raised her eyebrows slightly. Are they really that close? She always seemed like a stranger... No, wait.

She thought back carefully, and realized that Fingel had been appearing a little more frequently recently, but that didn't mean he was a friend.

So, what exactly is the definition of a friend? Fingel did send me a lot of delicious food... does that count as being a friend?

She did not refute Fingel's statement.

“Alright…” Frilian put down her staff, having no intention of casting any more spells.

woohoo~~

A strong wind blew in, and the female elf realized with dismay that her sleepiness had completely vanished!

This made her a little unhappy.

"So, can I hide for a bit? If Celia comes later, just say I'm not here." Fingel wiped his sweat; this whole thing felt like catching someone cheating.

Frillie has mild doubts about you.

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[Implantation successful]

[Current Affection Level: 87 (Indifferent)]

What did Fingel do to make Celia so angry...? It's getting closer and closer, and she keeps attacking something with magic.

"I don't want to! It seems like too much trouble."

Frillie was a little curious, but only for a second.

What she wants to do most right now is close the door, go back to bed, and try to find that comfortable sleepiness.

"What? Why?"

Fingel was somewhat embarrassed. That wretched elf... one day...

"You're the one who made Celie angry, aren't you? Celie may like to be sulky, but if you made her angry, you should deal with it yourself!"

Frillie put away her staff and leaned it against the wall, where it got stuck between two tree stumps. Then, trembling, she went to close the door.

"Actually, Celie is easy to deal with. Although she seems aloof, if you apologize to her a little and act cute, Celie will forgive you!"

As she spoke, Frilian walked to the doorway, grabbed the door panel, and then spoke to Fingel, who was displaying a rich expression.

"Alright, alright, get out of here! I'm going to sleep!"

“Although I don’t know what you did wrong, apologize to Celia! If you do something wrong, you should apologize honestly. That’s what Flame said.”

"If you lie every day, people will hate you!"

? ?

No, are you a mother who educates children?

Who taught you to use that tone of voice?

Your baby face is not convincing at all, Frillie!

Fingel was so angry he laughed. When did his ecological niche become so low? That won't do.

Hey, forget it.

His will to survive prevented him from arguing with Frilian about these things—the only way out was this place, how could he possibly get out?

Moreover, after learning magic, he could also sense magical power. Celie was getting closer and closer, only a hundred meters away at most, and he couldn't run any further.

"That probably won't work... The mistake I made this time was a bit outrageous, and she probably won't forgive me so easily."

"Could I borrow your bed for a bit?" Fingel coughed twice strategically. "Anyway, I'll borrow your sheets to hide under!"

The next second, that shameless bastard yanked off the covers and crawled into bed—quickly pulling the covers tighter around himself without any hesitation.

'Hmm...it smells a bit nice?'

Fingel covered his face, taking a small, imperceptible breath; only his body seemed to tremble slightly.

The lingering warmth of Frillie warmed his shivering body, and Fingel immediately decided to stay put. Celie couldn't possibly kill him and Frillie together, could she?

【Frilian has serious doubts about you!】

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【Frilian's Affection Level -1】

【Frilian's Affection Level: 86 (Cold)】

"What are you doing? That's my bed!"

Frillie was completely bewildered. What on earth was this guy doing?

Hoo ho ho! ! !

A gust of wind blew in again, and this time Frillie could only close the door first, then go to the bedside and pull at the blanket, trying to take back her own bed.

But how could you possibly do that? She encountered an adult human male who could wrestle with a black bear.

"Get up!"

"I don't want to! You ate my food and lived in my house for a while, and now you can't even sleep for a bit?"

"That is..."

"You are so ungrateful! You elves... you are so wicked!" Fingel accused, 'weeping and wailing'.

? ? ? ?

For the first time, Frillie felt what it meant to have something to say but not be able to say it. There seemed to be a lot of reasoning behind it, but was it really true?

This guy is clearly just trying to use me as a shield, not wanting to be criticized by Celie!

"You...don't you have any shame?"

Frillie subconsciously clenched her teeth, feeling a sense of helplessness that came from being unable to explain herself.

“Oh yeah, that’s so true… Anyway, I’m not going out.” Fingel yawned. “This used to be your bed, but now it’s mine.”

"What's our relationship? What's yours is mine, and what's mine... How about this, why don't we sleep together?"

What a great idea!

What a genius I am!

! !

【Frilian has serious doubts about you!】

【Frilian's Affection Level -1】

【Frilian's Affection Level -1】

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[Affection Level: 91 (Indifferent)]

"I don't want to! What do you want to do?"

Frillie immediately became alert, remembering her master's teachings.

'If Fingel tries to get you to sleep with him under any pretext... don't agree! You'll be having a baby!'

No!

"I'm telling you, Celie, you're here!!"

Frillie turned around, wanting to find Celie to teach this guy a lesson. She felt wronged... It was too much! This was clearly her room, yet he still wanted to take her bed!

! !

Finger was immediately startled. "Are you kidding me?!"

"no!"

In a panic, he grabbed Frilian's small hand and pulled her onto the bed before the elf could react.

"what!"

Caught off guard, Frilian cried out in surprise and collapsed.

Just then, their eyes met.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Chapter 85: The elves' ears are very sensitive, aren't they?

With the door closed, the wind and snow could no longer blow into the room. The simple fireplace burned brightly, sputtering sparks that were so warm they made one's bones melt, but Fingel felt uncomfortable all over.

He was now kneeling on the bed, while Frillie lay flat on her back—her eyes, devoid of desire and filled with a hint of confusion, looked like a Barbie doll who didn't know why her owner had dressed her up.

"Ah this..."

Hu~hu~

The two lay on the bed, their eyes meeting. His golden eyes seemed to hold the light of a kerosene lamp hidden in his pupils, flickering faintly. Fingel's hot breath brushed against Frillie's face.

This was the first time he had ever looked at Frilian's face so closely... Her skin was really good, as smooth and tender as lotus root, just like her little hands. He wanted to squeeze it hard, or even just lick it and eat it.

His breathing suddenly became a little heavier.

"What are you doing, Fingel?"

Frillie felt a little uncomfortable; it was the first time she had ever been so close to a human male.

And most importantly, Flamel said that you should never sleep with Fingel under any circumstances—she said that it would make your belly very big and uncomfortable.

Although she didn't understand what it meant, Frilian believed in her master.

"No... uh, it was an accident." Fingel coughed lightly twice, then turned his head away somewhat embarrassedly. "Anyway, please don't expose me."

[Frilian has slight doubts about the 'accident' you mentioned]

[Affection attribute generated... Affection attribute successfully implanted.]

"you...."

Before Frillie could finish speaking, there was a loud knocking sound from outside the door.

"bang bang bang"

...

Who is it?

Is it Celia?

Lying below, Frilian asked, the knocking at the door not at all hurried. She could feel the boiling magical particles outside the door, and this familiar fluctuation must be Celie.

!

Fingel's body stiffened further, and he remained silent, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. "This room seems a bit hot," he thought. "It's getting scorching hot."

"it's me."

"Is Fingel in your room, Frilian?"

Celia's calm voice drifted in like the wind, faint yet like a venomous snake lurking in a ditch.

“Fingal? He…” Just as Frilian was about to 'betray' Fingal, a large hand tightly covered her mouth.

! ! ! ! !

Of course it's Fingel.