I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

But...that's not the point!

The key point is the true meaning of the news from Haita—that one who has lived through a thousand years has not decayed with time?

Unbelievable!

"Really?... As expected of me, to be able to live for a thousand years." Fingel was somewhat delighted, even overjoyed. "I thought I would only live for a hundred or two hundred years at most."

The way he looked at Haita was no longer that of an old man obsessed with drinking; instead, it was like that of a cuckoo bringing good news... Spalashi, I used to think you were a real nuisance, but now you seem alright, don't you? You rascal.

Anyone who finds out they'll live to be over a thousand years old would have this reaction.

Haita has slight doubts about what you said.

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"What a strange reaction... Shouldn't it be shock at a time like this?"

Haita was speechless. What was this guy's reaction?

He was particularly disgusted by Fingel's sudden change in demeanor, his gaze softening as if he were looking after a seventy-year-old man.

"Can you stop looking at me like that? It's kind of disgusting."

Haita's tone was somewhat disdainful. He had come to explain to Fingel the serious consequences of the goddess's time magic, not to discuss with someone a friendship that might not even exist, or the matter of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.

Someone's expression darkened; this jerk is really unlikable.

'Never mind... I'll let it go because he meant well.'

"...Okay, okay, I'm just a little happy."

Fingel sighed and decided not to argue with the old man anymore.

He was pleased that he had actually lived a thousand years into the future.

First of all, it is said that it has a system.

As a transmigrator, Fingel didn't want to just live a few decades and then die... He wanted to live for hundreds or even thousands of years, right? Wouldn't it be great to try his best and transmigrate a few more times with the help of the system, maybe even to a crossover anime?

Judging from Frilian's situation, he previously believed that he had probably died without having crossed a thousand years, so he hadn't thought about such things.

He even felt a surge of fighting spirit. What people fear most is fear and the unknown. After learning that he had a way to traverse a thousand years, he became even more confident.

To be honest, he used to be terrified. Although he was only in his twenties or thirties and his body was in its prime, he shouldn't have been like this. But when he thought about being seventy or eighty years old, unable to lift a weight, unable to lift a calf, and unable to even get up, Fingel felt a deep fear, dread, and helplessness that made him tremble.

A person can die, but a cow can't stay still, right? Even if it means applying medicine, he still wants to have a fierce thrust into an eighteen-year-old girl when he's seventy years old—that's his ambition!

And now...

Fingel's heart skipped a beat... Yubel, Connecticut, and that big-breasted mind-reading woman... what was her name again? I can't remember, and a pair of best friends.

Now it seems impossible, doesn't it? As long as we keep moving forward, the road will continue to extend.

The goal is to build a harem of magicians.

I'm sorry, Celia, your disciple is really too smooth.

It doesn't seem wrong for a senior brother to pay attention to his junior sisters, does it?

The fear vanished, and Fingel's heart returned to peace.

There's nothing to fear anymore; the weak person I once was is dead.

Instead, I yearn to see more of myself!

"So what exactly do you know?"

Fingel crossed his legs and touched his chin with his right hand. His unkempt beard felt prickly and uncomfortable to the touch.

It feels very dirty.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Haita adjusted his glasses, looking at Fingel's nonchalant expression with some confusion.

This guy... seems really weird.

"I'm a little curious. You clearly thought 'I' was already dead, so why do you now think I'm still alive?"

Fingel asked while thinking.

Could it be that 'myself' has been exposed for some reason during this period of time?

If it were 'myself', I wouldn't be too conspicuous and would stay hidden behind the scenes... On the surface, Aura is manipulating the kingdom, but is it actually me?

Reasonable.

He suddenly understood why Aura would help him control the kingdom when she had nothing better to do. Normally, if Aura were dead, she would have run away long ago. Did he expect her to protect his 'wealth'?

If I were to die, Frilian might kindly remember me for a hundred or two hundred years, but Aura... maybe ten years?

This little devil has no conscience whatsoever.

The thought of this made Fingel's face contort with embarrassment, like he'd eaten shit. Damn it, it was unacceptable, but reasonable.

"I feel like your expression is a bit strange... you're laughing one minute and crying the next, what are you thinking about?"

Haita couldn't quite figure out what this person was thinking.

"In short, here's the thing..."

......

It turns out that some things have happened in the kingdom recently, and the king, who has reached the end of his life, sent someone to the holy city to seek a way to 'extend his lifespan' from the current highest archbishop of the church.

This wasn't the first time. Haita had heard about these things when he was young, and many nobles came to them seeking ways to prolong their lives... But in reality? There simply wasn't! There is no such thing as magic that can extend lifespan.

However, many nobles stubbornly believed that there were some examples that convinced them that humans could live longer.

Since conventional magicians can't do this, what about goddess magic? As we all know, goddess magic is the various useful spells found by developing the scriptures of goddesses, from which humanity has benefited greatly... for example, learning healing magic and spells to remove curses.

Even so, in a thousand years, humanity has only deciphered three percent of magic, and as the archbishop, Haita is certain that there is absolutely no magic that can prolong life!

To put it bluntly, who doesn't want to live longer? It's simply instinct.

Upon inquiry, it was discovered that a legend had somehow spread throughout the Kingdom of Frisch—that a figure who had lived for a thousand years was behind the Frisch royal family, controlling the kingdom and influencing the course of the world like a shadow.

At first, he didn't believe it, but as the investigation deepened... Haita discovered that some of the information about the guy who was influencing the Kingdom of Frisch seemed familiar?

Until he received a prayer, which was said to be a passage compiled by a prophetic master.

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

"A time traveler who does not belong to this era, the behind-the-scenes manipulator of a thousand-year-old empire, the terminator of the war between demons and humans—the half-blood king who wields dragon blood."

"Based on some of the information I have, it's probably you, right?"

Haita spoke earnestly, his gaze toward Fingel growing increasingly solemn.

'End the war between humans and demons? That's quite an achievement... Can this lecherous fiend really do it?'

He didn't really believe in such things, but he was also unwilling to easily question the prophecies of human ancestors, which were precious records kept in church secrets. It was estimated that no more than ten people knew this information at present.

'For now... let's trust him...?'

Haita has serious doubts about you.

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"Is it me?"

Fingel opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

What the hell is that?

Have you been watching too much Lord of Mysteries?

Unlike the solemnity of a certain archbishop, Fingel was starting to lose his composure... What the heck? This must be something I made up myself, right? This format...

They really know how to embellish themselves.

Compared to a certain mysterious lord, the morally bankrupt Fingel doesn't consider himself that noble... So, is this something he made up for himself out of boredom? Or is there some deeper meaning behind it?

"What, isn't it you? That seems unlikely."

Haita raised his eyebrows slightly. It shouldn't be such a coincidence. He wouldn't be so sure if he hadn't learned some secrets from Frilian.

He's a mixed-race person. I heard that Fingel has dragon blood. Although I don't understand why humans and dragons would have offspring, it's true.

To rule an empire—that must be referring to Frisch, one of only two that can barely be called an empire. It is said that the empire has the shadow of the demon race behind it, probably Aura, who is related to Finger.

A time traveler who doesn't belong to this era... does that mean he traveled a thousand years to the present? Or does it mean he himself has lived to this day?

He pondered for a while. Each condition sounded like a fantasy, but it was indeed vividly present in front of him.

...

"Um... I guess, barely, it should be me."

"By the way, who wrote this somewhat cringeworthy prayer?"

Fingel sighed and stopped worrying about it.

"It's said to be a great figure with prophetic abilities," Haita recalled. "I don't know exactly who it was, but the church takes this news very seriously."

"...It seems that the battle between humans and demons is about to end with you."

Do you have any clues about this?

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, like the last rays of sunset reflected in a dry well... He had no regrets in his life.

If there is anything to be said, it is that there is no way to end the war between the demons and humans.

Although Simmel defeated the Demon King, the Demon race lost the cohesion brought by the Demon King and was not as strong as before. However, local wars continued to occur, and a large number of war orphans were born every year. Philon was one of them.

So... he really hoped that someone could end the chaos between humans and demons.

...

Faced with Haita's heavy gaze, which seemed to say, "The fate of humanity is in your hands," Fingel really didn't know what to say.

Damn, I just wanted to leak a few more bloopers, who the hell wants to save the world?

But faced with the expectations of a septuagenarian who was nearing the end of his life, Fingel really couldn't bring himself to say something as cruel as, "Don't overthink it, old man, I just want to get to the bottom of things."

"Yes...right?"

Fingel scratched his head awkwardly, having no choice but to lie for the time being.

Let's just consider it a white lie.

"I knew I wasn't wrong about you. You really are that man."

Haita was greatly relieved upon hearing this... Indeed, this man still showed a sense of responsibility at crucial moments.

So-called lustfulness is just a normal human trait, right? How many men aren't lustful? It's not a fault; perhaps it's just using lust as an excuse to cover up one's true feelings?

In his imagination, Fingel had a strange impression.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's not right, is it? You clearly fought with me the first time we met."

Fingel shoved the old man away. The man's eyes were chilling; he had clearly looked like he wanted to devour her when they first met.

"That kind of thing isn't important... There's an old saying, 'No fight, no friendship,' right?"

"So, how about another fight?"

"No need for that... By the way, Frillie is yours."

"You can have this."

"And Philon... Let's leave Philon to Frilian. She'll definitely be able to teach Philon well."

"I'm definitely going to help you with this!"

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Haita has slight doubts about what you said.

Haita felt there might be a problem with the prophecy.