I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Fingel felt rather embarrassed, as this kind of thing took a lot of time.

"But... are you sure you want to leave now?"

"Why don't we stay here for a while and see the world a thousand years in the future? It might be quite interesting."

Frillie closed the book, offering a casual suggestion, as if she were talking about something as simple as eating steamed buns this morning, but with a hint of expectation in her voice.

Fingel sat beside her, and that faint, pleasant fragrance entered his nostrils again... This time he was sure it was the scent he liked. His mind began to hallucinate, indulging in extremely obsessive fantasies.

So...should we stay for a while?

Chapter 92: The Little Secret Under the Table? The Wonderful Use of Illusion Magic

Fingel decided to stay for a while.

On one hand, he was indeed not in a hurry at all. According to Frilian, as long as he didn't stay here for too long, time would only pass for a short while before he returned—something akin to a fleeting moment, a kind of spiritual time travel.

On the other hand, Fingel did want to see the world a thousand years in the future. Should he stay and continue into the later part of the original story? If he followed the original plan, he probably wouldn't survive to the end.

Finally, he also wanted to know what happened next.

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

With the arrival of new guests, the once quiet house became more lively. Although Haita seemed to have some issues with Fingel, she was actually quite happy.

As people get older, they all hope to have more contact with young people and absorb some of their energy.

To show his welcome, a relatively lavish meal was prepared for him that evening—at least in Haita's opinion, it was quite good, though not as extravagant as the kind of food some nobles indulged in.

The wooden table wasn't very big. Fingel and Frilian sat in one row, while Haita and Philon sat opposite them in another row—then you could start eating after saying something like "His period."

To be honest, Fingel was quite confused. Wasn't this another world?

It can only be attributed to the creator god. A certain painter brought it into his own culture, forcing him to follow this custom, otherwise it would be too impolite.

"Hehe, I heard you used to be a nobleman. I'm sorry, this is all the preparations I could make." Haita chuckled, looking at the people at the table, his mood clearly brightening. "By the way, do you drink?"

He held up several bottles of his treasured wines, swaying slightly. They hadn't been opened yet, but the aroma of wine seemed to fill the air.

"Of course, drinking is no problem at all!"

Fingel raised his eyebrows; he certainly enjoyed both cigarettes and alcohol, and if possible, he'd love to sip vodka while showing off a braised pork knuckle on the roadside.

He certainly doesn't have any aristocratic airs.

Ah, except for one thing.

In terms of promiscuity, he surpasses even the nobility, except that he is slightly fastidious and would not go to the point of exchanging partners.

"Come!"

Fingel snatched a bottle of wine from Haita's hand, opened it on the spot, and a rich aroma of wine filled the air—to be honest, it smelled really good.

It's much better than some modern industrially blended alcohol.

"But you're so old, can you still drink?"

"If you can't drink, sit at the same table as Philon."

His language was somewhat provocative and showed no respect for the elderly or children—who would dare to throw a friendly punch at an old man like that?

According to inquiries, Philon is now Haita's adopted daughter and Frilian's apprentice. She belongs to the children's table, but unfortunately, she is the only child there, otherwise they would sit in the corner and play on the seesaw together.

Haita has slight doubts about what you said.

[Keywords for increasing favorability...]

[Implantation successful]

[Affection Level: 112 (Friendly)]

"Huh? Are you kidding me? I'm the archbishop!"

Don't underestimate me!

Haita's expression turned serious upon hearing this... This was a serious provocation. You could say he was weak in combat, or you could say he was too old.

But drinking alcohol is out of the question, absolutely not.

'What does this have to do with the bishop...? Theoretically speaking, if one is serving the goddess, shouldn't one abstain from alcohol?'

Fingel's expression was a bit strange, but he still showed off with the wine.

clap clap!

A pair of small hands pounded on the table, and she even tried to take the wine from Haita's hand—but Philon's small face looked at the old man seriously.

"Lord Haita! Why are you drinking again? Old people shouldn't drink too much... It's really too much to lie like that just to drink."

Philon, hands on her hips, scolded, her heart filled with resentment ever since she learned that drinking alcohol was not good for her health—especially alcoholism, which was completely harmful.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, Philon."

Haita's somewhat kind face suddenly turned awkward; the education he had received in the past had become a sword stabbing him in the back.

"Monks who drink and eat meat."

A table full of steaks sat in front of Frillie, a metal fork in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other, a slightly excited smile on her face—to be honest, she quite liked steak.

In order to achieve his goal of drinking and prevent Philon from stopping him, Haita could only try to persuade the precocious child—but obviously, it wouldn't work.

"Yes, I am a monk who indulges in wine and meat... I'm already very old, and I might die any day now."

Haita pretended to be heartbroken and clutched his heart.

"For an old person like me, every day I live is a bonus. The thing I want most is to be happy every day... and drinking with friends is my last wish."

!

Upon hearing this, Philon's eyes welled up with tears. Death? That was a topic somewhat distant for the young girl.

"Lord Haita...that's why you should drink less alcohol! That way you'll be healthier!"

I can't imagine what it's like to be all alone.

It's like when I was a child, sitting alone in a corner of the city, watching the sun rise, my stomach growling with hunger, but my mood as calm as ice.

...

'Tsk tsk tsk,'

Fingel watched with a smile, finding it amusing. Was Philon already like this when he was a child?

In fact, his memories of the anime "The Burial of Frillien" were not very clear. Like most anime he had watched, he only remembered some important characters.

For example, Frilian—a slow-witted, kind-hearted, flat-chested female elf.

Philon has a large bust, and her fasting is also very large.

Celia: That arrogant old man...

...

Under the pressure of her moral high ground, Philon finally couldn't bear to see her Lord Haita suffer, so she reluctantly agreed to the drinking.

"Then...then you can only drink a little bit?"

Gululu.

Haita grinned, while giving the other two, especially Fingel, a strange look... Was he showing off?

What's so great about that?

Although he couldn't understand it at all, Fingel was still annoyed.

"Hey, come drink!"

Fingel gritted his teeth and started fighting with Haita, determined to get the old man drunk.

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

Time passed little by little, and as they talked, they began to reminisce about the past—Fingal, besides drinking with Haita, also asked Frilian some questions about the 'past'.

"Did anything major happen after that, Frilian?"

Gurgling.

Fingel downed a bottle of wine and then asked with some curiosity, while the other two, who were also interested in things from a thousand years ago, listened along.

“Ah… speaking of which,” Frillie said, taking a blissful bite of her steak, her eyes almost squinting, “you disappeared afterward.”

???

Ok?

Fingel was taken aback. What the heck?

"Is it because I came here that this happened?"

“No?” Frillie shook her head, her expression seemingly lost in thought… “Now that I think about it, you were just spacing out for a little while, and then you returned to normal.”

Oh?

That period of blank staring must have been my time in the world a thousand years in the future... In other words, did I disappear for some reason later?

"Yes, back then, after the Spring Festival, Awula went back first---you stayed a little longer before going back too."

“I haven’t seen you since then. When I asked Aura what happened, she just said, ‘I don’t know.’”

As she spoke, Frillie's expression became somewhat strange... Now that I think about it, that Aura guy really is quite suspicious.

"However, based on my and Flame's subsequent deductions, you and Aura must have encountered and fought with the Great Demons—one of them being the Great Demon, Mahat."

...

"Mahat? Is that guy?!"

Haita, who was drinking glug- ...

Because it's just too strong.

"That guy is pretty tough... Back then, even Simmel and I could only run away from him. So you've got some skills besides picking up women!"

As he spoke, his tone became more unrestrained, perhaps because he had drunk too much.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean I only have one skill besides picking up women? Isn't picking up women a pretty impressive thing?"

Fingel slammed his fist on the table, trembling with anger... What's wrong with chasing girls? Is it an innate pursuit? You try it yourself if you dare!

"Hita is right, Fingel's mind is only on sleeping with different women (censored)."

...

Sleeping with other women...that...that's not allowed, is it?

The only underage girl, Philon, was so engrossed in listening that she wanted to disappear into a hole, but she was also very curious, so she just covered her face and eavesdropped.

What happens when you sleep with a man?

Philon didn't know, but she heard that she would give birth to a baby right away.

? ? ? ? ?

Fingel pressed his tongue against his cheek... and laughed in exasperation.

"Frilian, you're really arrogant."

She must be punished.

With this in mind, Fingel's thoughts became clear... What should he do? He glanced at Haita, who was still drinking, and Philon, who had a flushed smile on her face, and an idea suddenly came to him.

He casually placed one hand under the table, while his eyes inadvertently met those of Philon and Haita.

'Fantasy Magic!!!'

~~

Just as a calm surface of water suddenly rippled, the illusion was completed without Philon and Frilian noticing.

His illusion magic has become increasingly sophisticated. Now, the triggering medium is no longer limited to using both hands to release it—in fact, within a certain range, he can release magic simply by making eye contact with someone.

Frillie didn't care at all about Fingel's complaints.

The female elf carefully cut the beef with her knife and fork, talking as she ate the food without any sign of greasiness... Delicious!

"Really? It's a fact, okay? Back in Frisch...!!!"