I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Frillie happily ate the cake.

Today is my lucky day!

"I'll be magnanimous and forgive you!"

Frillie happily accepted the gift, carefully wrapped the materials, and ran to her bedroom to put them into a storage box.

..

Why am I suddenly regretting buying her a gift?

Fingel, who had witnessed Frillian's inner turmoil throughout, had a frighteningly dark expression. What was Flame saying?

What do you take me for, some rich bachelor?

Hmm...it seems that's true.

"Sigh... never mind."

Fingel sighed and said, "Consider it a payment."

While others portray Flame as a chaste and virtuous woman, isn't her own original plan simply to spend money and influence to woo women?

They even resorted to some despicable means, using Frilian—otherwise, someone like Flame would never compromise, even if it meant death.

After arranging the ingredients, Frillie returned to the table to continue eating the cake, enjoying it immensely in a very good mood.

"What's wrong, Philon? Didn't you like the cake?"

Fingel looked at Philon, who seemed lost in thought, with some confusion. What was this kid doing?

"Ah, Ancestor..."

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Chapter 99 will be released today.

Chapter 105: Can you take care of it yourself with your hands?

"No, Lord Fingel," Philon realized, her face flushing slightly. "I was just thinking that it would be nice if Lord Haita could eat it too..."

?

Haita?

Ah, that guy should still be drinking in the capital right now, right? Without Philon keeping an eye on him, he can't control himself.

Fingel was completely baffled as he watched Philon spout his clumsy lies.

What is this child muttering about?

Forget it.

Fingel shook his head and continued to enjoy his dinner.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it, Philen.” Frilian pursed her lips, licked the cream clean, and showed a happy expression. “I can eat it for you. Fingel doesn’t even ask what flavors people like when he gives them gifts.”

“No, no, I like it very much!” Philon retorted, but his eyes were cautiously glancing at Fingel out of the corner of his eye.

What should I do? Should I just tell the Great Finger that I might be his descendant?

No, no, Lord Fingel doesn't even have any children right now... Wouldn't it be too strange to say that directly?

She pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer.

Perhaps I should find some time to have a private talk with Lord Fingel.

[Philon has mild doubts about you]

[Philon's opinion on....]

Seeing the system constantly refreshing its screen along the way, Finger simply blocked it out.

Children at this age are like this; their minds are full of all sorts of things.

.......

【night】

[11:30 PM, Bedroom]

Fingel lay on Frillian's bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling.

Silvery moonlight streamed through the windowpanes, flowing across the wooden floor like a hazy frost. Dust motes danced silently in the beams of light, draping the entire room in a cool veil, even the breath seemed to be imbued with the moon's gentle glow.

'What lies at the end of the universe? And further north... Ah, it's the Night King. The Night King requires will-o'-the-wisps.'

The man is in a daze.

Frillie has mild doubts about your behavior.

[Favorability-enhancing keywords...Insertion successful]

【Favorability +1】

【Frilian's Affection Level -1】

"...So, why are you sleeping in my bed again?" Frillie, wrapped in her bedding, looked at the man with a hint of disdain. "Could you please sleep in Haita's bed? He's not here right now anyway."

[This guy, he really does sneak onto the bed without you even noticing.]

“No, it feels weird to sleep in a man’s bed.” Fingel casually picked at his ear and leaned closer to Frilian. “So I think it’s better to sleep here with you.”

"Aren't you a man?"

Frillie spoke calmly, moving her body toward the corner of the wall, but unfortunately, a certain bastard followed suit.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about these little details."

.....

There was no other way; Frillie had to accept Fingel's existence... It wasn't the first time, was it?

Thinking about this, the female elf calmed down, and the two even started chatting peacefully, talking about things that had happened over the years, or how delicious the cake was that night, and so on.

As they talked, they mentioned Philon.

"Do you know what's wrong with that child? He's completely distracted." Fingel stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It's strange, what did I do?"

Actually, he had some evil thoughts.

What if, right, what if—I traveled back in time, lived for a thousand years, and came to the future to meet that ominous shroud, Philon, could I directly take over the current favorability strategy?

However, he is now somewhat conflicted... This child is indeed obedient, but it is hard to connect her with the unfamiliar, caring giant mushroom he once watched in anime. Is it really okay for him to make his future self his target?

'That seems a bit too beastly.'

Fingel silently thought to himself that he hadn't felt a long-lost sense of conscience, and that he had inadvertently elbowed himself.

"Really? I didn't notice."

Frillie yawned, pondering...

"It must be that the cake you bought doesn't suit your taste, right? Philon is the type who won't say anything even if she doesn't like it."

[Actually, it's quite delicious, but unfortunately it's too expensive.]

Frillie sighed. Actually, she really wanted to eat delicious food every day, but her wallet wasn't very big enough.

Although they were one of the great hero teams that brought peace to the human world, in reality, the various human kings and nobles only gave them superficial respect and increased their prestige in the human world—but these did not help them in terms of actual political status, wealth, or power.

The strong in this world are like those who have been spiritually castrated; very few of them think about robbing the rich to help themselves.

?

'But... never mind, it's none of my business.'

Fingel only pondered these thoughts for a few seconds. What did it matter? He didn't necessarily want to see the world burn. His unconventional nature had already laid the groundwork a thousand years ago.

"I asked the cake shop owner, and they say that the nobles love their desserts. I tried it, and it really tastes good!"

Fingel considered that there might be something wrong with the ring.

Don't like the style of the ring?

He felt he might have made a mistake, like in a skit about a boyfriend with low emotional intelligence giving an outrageous gift. Giving a ring to a minor girl seemed a bit too much.

'yes! '

Fingel suddenly realized where the problem lay... What the hell did I do? Give a little girl a ring?

He slapped his thigh, feeling extremely annoyed.

Snapped!

A clear slap, like the sound of a silver bell.

"Why did you hit my thigh if you were unhappy?" Frilian touched her thigh, then looked at Fingel with suspicion. "You did it on purpose, didn't you? Take your hand away."

"Ah, sorry sorry."

Fingel blinked, then naturally placed his hand on Frilian's buttocks.

Frillie has mild doubts about your actions.

【Frilian's Affection Level -1】

"Are you... in heat again? I'm not going to help you this time."

Frillie looked at Fingel speechlessly, trying to push away this bastard's hand... Why can humans send QQ messages anytime, anywhere?

And wasn't it just resolved a couple of days ago?

"Huh? Nonsense, I just..." Fingel coughed strategically, this time he really didn't mean it, "It's just... well, I'm used to it."

It's definitely a habit; he automatically seeks out enemies when he sleeps with a girl.

Can you blame him?

coincide!

Fingel grinned.

[That bastard... he's got that enjoyable look on his face, he was definitely doing it on purpose, wasn't he? I really want to beat him up.]

As she thought about it, Frillie got a little angry. Where did this guy learn his unbridled behavior from? He always pretends nothing's wrong, he has no shame at all.

"Let go now, or I'll cry again! Haven't you learned your lesson from last time?"

Frillie sat up and glanced at Fingel's arm—in the blink of an eye, tears began to well up in her eyes, even turning her arm red, as if she could burst into tears at any moment.

???

Cao

You are awesome.

Finger immediately withdrew his hand; this woman could cry all day, and he didn't want to listen to her cry all night.

Suddenly, something occurred to him.

"Oh, and I'll give you another gift."

He rummaged through his clothes for a long time and found a ring, which he handed to Frilian as if presenting a treasure—he had commissioned the craftsman to make several rings.

[A ring? Why would you give me a ring?]

Frillie has mild doubts about you.

[Entry generating physiological response...implantation successful]

Frillie observed intently.

This ring is crafted using ancient techniques, with a silver band engraved with vine patterns. A translucent emerald is set in the center, its facets refracting a timeless iridescence in candlelight, a wonderful fusion of classic and modern styles.

Most importantly, the gemstone is very large and looks expensive.

Frillie is also quite interested in sparkly things.

but....

"You don't think that giving me a gift will make me satisfy your sexual desires, do you? I'm not that kind of woman. You're getting more and more outrageous, aren't you?"

She looked at Fingel with a hint of malice. Did this guy think of her as one of the women he was having fun with in the red-light district?