I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Damn it... wait, is this familiar way of lying really me?

dry.

Flame said she wanted to make you more cunning and despicable than the demons, and you're going to use me? Are you trying to trick me into being a demon?

He decisively turned off the mind-reading entry, otherwise he would have been furious with himself.

"Alright, alright, just kidding." Frillian's eyes were much clearer now, and she smiled, opening her arms as before. "Don't think about it too much, come here?"

"What?"

Fingel gave her a disapproving look.

"What a touching reunion... Shouldn't we do this when meeting friends we haven't seen in a long time?"

Frillie held her hands up as if she were about to lift the child high in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you acting so nonchalant now that you've just messed with me..."

"Are you unhappy about this? Honestly, come over here and pull me up, my hands are getting sore."

".....

"hurry up."

"Fine, whatever."

Urged on by Frilian, Fingel reluctantly accepted the explanation and went up to hug the girl who had opened her arms.

Her body still felt so soft and delicate, as if time had left no trace on her. Holding her in my arms felt like holding a doll, as if I was afraid of accidentally breaking her.

He looked down at Frilian... Speaking of the past, Frilian's eyes were always cold. Although she seemed to be an acquaintance in name, she was like a stranger.

It's like... being so close yet separated by a five-foot-thick ice wall.

"Fingal."

"what happened?"

? ?

As Fingel was puzzled, he suddenly felt the elven girl in his arms lightly tiptoe—her snow-white neck arched gracefully, and her pale pink lips unexpectedly pressed against his cheek like falling cherry blossoms.

The fleeting kiss left Fingel frozen in place, while Frilian had already retreated to her original spot as if nothing had happened, only the faint blush on her ear tips betraying the panic in her heart.

The two audience members around him also showed great emotional changes.

Haita has serious doubts about you.

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[Philon has serious doubts about you]

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"!!!! Lady Frillien is so bold!"

Felene, who was still fuming, covered her eyes and blushed. This was too exciting for her. However, she was obviously not being honest and stared intently at the scene in front of her through the gaps between her fingers.

"hateful......"

Haita, who had been vomiting just moments before, suddenly produced a bottle of fine wine from somewhere, plopped down on the table, and started gulping it down... I've heard that Fingel is a nobleman with many women, and that he has some strange relationship with the legendary Celia? And what about Frillian's mentor?

'What an enviable life...'

Although her mind was filled with thoughts of drinking and memories of her companions, Haita was genuinely a little envious.

At the same time, I feel sorry for my companions... There is always a first-come, first-served principle; some people had already bought their tickets a thousand years ago.

That's incredibly cunning, and Simmel's luck is truly terrible.

"Huh...why?" Fingel was stunned. "What's going on?"

The silver hair brushed against his chin, carrying a light, pleasant fragrance... That scent made his heart race. Such a small thing was actually nothing to Fingel, but he just inexplicably liked that fragrance.

It's said that you might encounter about 20,000 people on Earth who can make you fall in love at first sight... Is this something called pheromones? Perhaps this is the legendary physiological attraction?

How strange! How could I possibly feel a physical attraction to someone as plain as Frillie, with her simple flat-chested body? I must be sick, to be reacting to flat-chested beauties more strongly than to those with large breasts.

He took a deep breath, savoring the faint fragrance lingering in the air.

"You taught me this, didn't you? If you're meeting a good friend you haven't seen for centuries, you should kiss them on the cheek to welcome them." Frillie touched her chin, seemingly puzzled. "Is something wrong with that?"

Frillie has slight doubts about what you said.

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"Uh, no problem." Fingel was at a loss, turning his head away, slightly afraid to look her in the eye. "Did I teach you something like this? No, are you sure I taught you?"

"I think so? And humans seem to like doing it this way, so I tried it." Frilline tilted her head, looking at Fingel with an expression she seemed to have never seen before. "So, is there anything wrong with it?"

Frillie has slight doubts about what you said.

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"No, absolutely right."

"I just wanted to correct something about what you were doing. In this situation, you should be kissing, you know?"

Fingel's tactical black face was more serious than serious, his expression so resolute it could write words, as if he were about to kill Odin in a Maybach.

"Given our relationship, we'll need to do this a few more times—that's common sense."

Frillie has slight doubts about what you said.

[Philon has slight doubts about what you said]

Haita has slight doubts about your words.

But others objected; not everyone is as lacking in common sense as Frilian.

"No way! How could this be... how could such common sense exist?"

Little Philen rushed over in a panic, her face flushed with shyness, but she still tugged at Frilian's sleeve to keep her away from a certain man.

"Lady Frillien is lying to you! There's no such custom at all!"

She pouted and glared at Fingel, like a mother hen protecting her chicks—a strange sense of déjà vu.

"Huh? Is that so?" Frillie covered her mouth, looking surprised. "I always thought it was true. Was I fooled?"

She was slightly surprised. She had really thought this way for a long time—she clearly remembered talking about it with Simmel and the others before, but they all seemed to have serious faces and didn't say anything.

Frillie is suspicious of your words.

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Tch, that brat.

Fingel coughed twice, his expression somewhat displeased.

"Don't you understand what it means for every place to have its own customs? This is how it is in my hometown."

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Clearly, Philon didn't believe it.

"To lie to Lady Frillien like that is outrageous!" Philon glared at Fingel with displeasure, then looked at Haita. "Lady Haita, tell me, is this really true?"

Haita just kept drinking, looking like he had to get himself completely drunk. You couldn't tell he was a septuagenarian at all, which made Fingel a little uneasy.

No, what are you doing?

Don't drink yourself to death here.

“Hey, hey, hey, kid… instead of talking to me, why don’t you talk to your Lord Haita?” Fingel was speechless. “Your Lord Haita looks like he’s in his seventies or eighties, doesn’t he? His body won’t be able to handle drinking like this.”

"Wine is the best of all medicines, it's alright."

Philon glanced at Haita, who was gulping down his drink, and seemed to think there was nothing wrong with it—because a certain monk had taught Philon since childhood that drinking alcohol was good for health and that drinking more would allow one to live many more years, and so on.

"In any case, please don't change the subject! I hope you won't impart any strange common sense to Lady Frillien in the future!"

? ? ? ?

Look at the human language this person is speaking!

Fingel's smile was more like a grimace. Seriously, do you even have the right to talk about Frillie? You yourself are pretty clueless, aren't you?

......

After arguing for quite a while, the group finally managed to clear up the misunderstanding. Frilian realized she had been deceived for a thousand years, while Philon was also angry that she had been tricked by Lord Haita and was now scolding him.

"Lord Haita, how could you lie to people about something like this?"

"Alcohol is nothing..."

“Guomei.…”

...

Ah, I must say, as expected of Philon.

Fingel's expression was a little strange. What do you mean? How old is he? Does he have so much to worry about?

What a good boy.

"Has this child always been like this?"

“Oh really? Philon is quite concerned about Haita.” Frilian explained while sipping her tea, “This Haita is my companion, a drunken monk.”

"I see."

Fingel feigned an expression as if he knew the answer himself, and then finally asked his question.

"Flillian."

"what happened?"

“Do you know why I’m here? Actually, I was just at the Goddess’s Monument…” Fingel’s expression turned strange. He didn’t understand why Frilian seemed to know he was here.

"It's the goddess's magic... Look over there."

Frillie pointed to a piece of rubble in the corner of the wall and began to explain.

It was only then that Fingel noticed that strange characters were engraved on the rubble, or more accurately, on the broken stone slabs that looked like rubble.

“A thousand years ago, you asked me to hand over the Goddess Stele to a powerful monk if I ever encountered him.”

“At first I didn’t understand what was going on, but then I realized it seemed to be a very powerful time magic—and then Flame said that you might reappear in the future.”

...

Is it so powerful?

Fingel clicked his tongue in amazement. No wonder she was Flame, the strongest genius mage among humans.

"Later, I met Haita, and we spent many years doing research together..."

So it turns out it was 'my own' fault after all? In other words, I should actually be able to travel back in time.

Fingel hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Then how should I get back?"

"Do you have any research results...? What did 'I' tell you?"

...

"Of course you can, in fact you can go back right now."

Frillian spoke calmly, taking a book from the bookshelf in the room—a book containing some previously undeciphered divine scriptures of the goddess.

The magic of the goddess is hidden in the Bible, and even after thousands of years of deduction, less than three percent of it has been deduced. One can imagine how difficult it is to decipher the magic on the goddess's stone tablet that allows one to return to the original time and space.

"That's really impressive... You and your partner, thank you for your hard work."