I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Suddenly, a lightning-like sensation shot through her body—Frilian's body immediately froze.

[Frilian has slight doubts about your actions]

[Entry generating physiological response...implantation successful]

[Triggers...a physiological response.]

It seemed as if some evil thing had pinched her somewhat plump buttocks, causing a blush to inevitably appear on the face of this female elf who, a thousand years later, had a slight understanding of human emotions and was more sensible.

Most importantly, Frilian didn't understand why she sometimes felt a strange sensation when she was with Fingel, like tiny insects were gnawing at her lower abdomen.

She took a big bite of her steak, puffing out her cheeks as she looked at Fingel, only to see that the bastard was calmly smiling.

He even rubbed his hands together while drinking red wine.

"What...what are you doing?"

Frillie lowered her voice, glancing at Philon and Haita—thankfully, they weren't discovered.

Even she would find it hard to bear being done like that on the spot.

Shh... Keep your voice down.

Fingel slowly moved his body closer, soon whispering in Frillie's ear—his breathing became slightly heavy, and his face was filled with stimulating excitement.

"I used illusion magic to obstruct their view... but it only obstructs their view; if the noise is too loud, they will still be detected."

The breath, brimming with masculine energy, hit the elf's sensitive ears, rendering Frilian instantly immobile, her ears and face turning red.

"and many more..."

!!!

【Frilian has serious doubts about what you said!】

[Generates advanced affinity keywords... 0]

[Implant...Affection +10]

[Trigger... Physiological Response Entries x4]

[Automatically triggered...Blushing heat cycle (early stage)]

Ok?

Fingel stopped, somewhat surprised... Could it be something he did a thousand years ago?

Well done!

Well done! That's so true to me, you're really amazing!

"No... let go, you bastard... you can't!"

"Haita... Philen is still here!"

Frillie carefully put down her knife and fork, and grabbed Fingel's mischievous right hand with one hand—but as a female magician elf, her strength was too weak, and she had no way to move Fingel's hand.

"What's wrong? Frillie... hiccup... why did you stop talking?"

While drunk and still wanting to hear stories from a thousand years ago, Haita asked with some doubt, but judging from his dazed appearance, it was hard to say whether he was conscious or not.

Haita was clearly a bit tipsy; his face was flushed, and because of his age, his alcohol tolerance was noticeably lower than when he was younger.

"No... I just don't know what to say."

Frillie tried to remain calm as she spoke, enduring the strange feeling.

Chapter 93: The Trolley Problem! Who Should I Choose?

The earth was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face as you walked on the road. Far away, outside the so-called holy city of faith, a small apartment, neither too big nor too small, glowed faintly, like a meteorite falling to the ground and burning, or like water splashing in the night.

"No... I just don't know what to say."

Frillie spoke with feigned composure, while neither of the two people opposite her noticed anything amiss.

Haita was just having a great time... It's been a long time since he did that? How long has it been since the last time?

"Gulu gulu."

After downing a mouthful of cheap ale, a slight flush rose on the wrinkled face of the over-seventy-year-old Haita. He glanced at Frilian, who seemed to have become a little more talkative—and was genuinely happy for his companion.

He had always been worried about one thing, and it was something that the entire hero team had also worried about—if they all died of old age, would Frilian revert to the wandering, or entrenched, lonely ghost she once was, living in one place for a thousand years?

Haita was very worried.

So, in a way, his hope that Frilian could take care of Philon in the future was also due to this consideration.

"Hiccup...! Speaking of which, Fingel, how did you come into contact with the Goddess Tablet?" Haita was slightly tipsy; the old man liked to talk a lot when he was drunk. "It seems that only in the last few hundred years have humans begun to pay attention to the goddess's magic. Why did you notice the tablet?"

“Ah… this is really unexpected.” Fingel’s tone was a little strange… as if he was holding his breath. “We found it by accident. We were shoveling snow when we saw it.”

"Aren't you right, Frilian?"

Fingel looked at Frillie, who seemed to still be eating steak, and his expression was very strange in the illusion.

He was actually secretly pleased.

Frillie felt a burning sensation all over her body, a fiery feeling burning in her chest... She couldn't describe the feeling.

'Damn it... is Fingel trying to embarrass me? No, wait, doesn't this seem like male sexual harassment of a woman?'

That's outrageous!

She couldn't help but glare at that bastard, her cold eyes filled with a murderous intent that seemed to want to slaughter the demon race, or something like that—but Fingel pretended to be completely unaware and talked to Haita about things from a thousand years ago.

Anyway, he's not afraid.

Do I fear your sharp edge?

Thus, in this absurd situation, Frilian had no choice but to feign composure and occasionally utter a few words to conceal her abnormality.

"So you were the ones who discovered the first stone slab?"

Haita exclaimed in surprise, "Strictly speaking, this is an achievement that could be written in church books and never be forgotten."

How many people spend their entire lives pursuing this kind of thing?

A name known both before and after death.

“Um… I hadn’t heard of the Goddess Slab before. It was Flame who discovered that it was a creation of the goddess.”

Fingel explained simply, using illusions to accompany his words—in reality, he was pretending to eat dessert while doing unspeakable things.

To be honest... it was surprisingly good.

Although Frilian was not tall and had a small chest, she had a very special feel to her, with a delicate, elven-like skin texture.

The other two people across the table were completely unaware of all this. In their eyes, Frillie was simply drinking and eating steak, her little mouth never stopping.

Illusion magic is still too comprehensive.

“I see... That’s such a pity. This part of history wasn’t recorded by the church, otherwise you might have been written into a book.”

Haita nodded, somewhat surprised.

As the archbishop of the Church of the Goddess, the importance of the Goddess's stele lies not only in its profound magical value but also in its religious value—as a devout believer of the Goddess, Sea Tower is very grateful for this.

Along with that, my dislike for Fingel disappeared... Thinking about it carefully, isn't it normal for a nobleman to be a little abnormal and have a few women?

Most importantly, Haita believed that he had no right to interfere with his companion Frillie's choices, and could only offer some suggestions at most.

This is respect.

He also believed that Frilian would make the choice that was best for her.

This is trust.

"Is it okay? I don't care about this kind of thing." Fingel said to Haita as he tried to increase the intensity; the experience was just too interesting.

He glanced at Frillie sideways.

She pressed one hand against her right forearm, trying to move it away, while taking deep breaths to suppress any strange noises. An unprecedented blush appeared on her normally baby-like fair face.

Even when he hid in Frilian's bed to avoid Celia a thousand years ago, their cheeks were redder during their light kiss.

'Thinking back on it now...it was so fresh and delicious.'

Fingel was somewhat nostalgic for that flavor, like a green, but irresistible little apple, making one want to develop the next feature.

“Strictly speaking, it was Frilian who discovered it.” He looked at Frilian and grinned mischievously. “If Frilian hadn’t tried to analyze the Goddess Stone Tablet, I probably wouldn’t have been able to get here.”

"Oh----so the culprit was Frilian?"

Haita was somewhat surprised.

“Of course, it’s all Frillian’s fault.” Fingel nodded solemnly. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have experienced something like time travel.”

? ?

Frillie finally seemed to lose her temper. She gritted her teeth and glared at Fingel... How long was this guy going to keep touching her during her fast?

She suppressed herself from making any strange noises, and it took her a long time to finally recover.

"You bastard, it was all your fault..."

Ok?

Fingel raised an eyebrow; he remembered clearly what had happened earlier that day—you dared to play me? Honestly, don't you know I'm petty?

Driven by a desire for revenge, he hardened his heart and grabbed directly from under the skirt.

Sneak attack!

"At first, you wanted to... um!!!"

Finger Fairy Girl suddenly stiffened as if struck by lightning.

The curves wrapped in black stockings trembled slightly in his palm, like the fur of a startled ferret standing on end. This tingling sensation, which he had never experienced before, was shooting up his spine from his tailbone.

Frillie's emerald pupils suddenly contracted, and the tips of her ears instantly turned so red they looked like they could bleed.

Here it comes again, here it comes again, this strange feeling, even though it was so hard to...

What's wrong with me?

...

Frillie questions your actions.

[This generates the entry for "drunk"...]

[Implantation successful....]

[Elves are more easily intoxicated by alcohol.]

Frillie has slight doubts about what you said...

[Insert favorable sentiment keywords.]

[Implantation successful!]

[Entry for "Triggering...Physiological Response"]

..

Upon seeing the new entry, Fingel suddenly felt something was amiss—Frilian's breathing was excessively erratic, and her face was as red as an apple.

Kind of cute.

'Isn't this a bit too much?'

He looked at Frillie, knowing he wanted to have fun, but if he accidentally exposed himself... it would feel a bit bad, wouldn't it?

Haita might fight to the death!

Thinking about this, Fingel pondered for a moment... Hmm, it seems I'm getting a little carried away?

'Never mind, maybe next time.'

Urged on by what little rationality remained, Fingel reluctantly let go.

...

"Fulillian?"

Hearing Haita's somewhat curious words and hearing her old friend's inquiry, Frillie finally breathed a sigh of relief... Damn it.