Zongman, the harem life of the healing wizard

"【Reply】 comes at the cost of bearing the pain of others."

"That is to say, my father did it for me..."

The silver-haired girl covered her mouth. When she came to her senses, she was already in tears.

Only she who had experienced One Hundred Years of Solitude knew how lonely it was. However, Nangong had to revive so many people at the same time and recall the pain they had suffered when they were killed by witches and monsters.

Isn’t this a kind of [return from death]?

If Nangong knew about their "self-touching", he would definitely explain it patiently. As a demon god, he has no concept of time.

"Let's go drink together."

Parker suddenly took the black-haired young man's arm.

Nangong laughed dumbly: "I can drink a lot."

"This is the wine from the elves. Fortunately, it was buried underground and was not destroyed." Fortuna stroked her face and smiled, "Humans call this 'daughter's wine'. After a hundred years, it has become more mellow."

Nangong Xin said: Fortunately it wasn’t brewed by body fluids.

"It was you who saved the elves. I toast to you, Lord Nangong!"

"Tonight, I won't go home until I'm drunk!"

Chapter 242 Emilia's Knee Pillow

Under the influence of recovery magic, the Great Forest of El, which had been covered with ice and snow all year round, regained its vitality.

There are lush green forests, neat houses, curling smoke from cooking, gurgling streams, and flowers blooming on the hillsides.

This is the land of elves.

The fairies with pointy ears lived and worked in peace and contentment. The home where their ancestors had lived for generations seemed to have never been invaded by witches and monsters, and they returned to a leisurely and pastoral life.

In the afternoon when the sun was slightly intoxicating, the black-haired young man lay under the shade of a tree, sleeping on the beautiful legs of the half-elf. They were in a sea of ​​flowers, and the dreamlike and happy time flowed quietly.

How nice it would be if I could spend my whole life like this.

Emilia knelt on the grass, gently twisting Nangong's hair, her eyes trembling slightly. She had always been "killed by a pat on the head" by her father, and it was not easy to get a chance to tease him.

Nangong Xuan took a comfortable nap, and felt his cheeks itchy. A pleasant smell of hair, accompanied by a familiar touch. He didn't need to open his eyes to know that it was the silver hair falling on his face.

"Aimee...how long have I slept?"

"The sun is about to set, you lazy pig." Emilia chuckled.

Nangong Xuan felt the softness behind his head. It wasn't because Parker was being used as a pillow, but because the drunk little gray cat was curled up in his arms.

It turned out to be the silver-haired daughter’s lap pillow.

A famous scene from the second dimension appeared.

"Seeing that everyone was so interested, I didn't reply. Did you drink too much?" Nangong joked, "You're hallucinating. It's impossible for a daughter in her rebellious period to be so gentle to me."

Emilia said angrily, "Wasn't I gentle before?"

"He always has a cold face and has been avoiding me since he entered puberty."

The silver-haired girl blurted out: "It was obviously my father who distanced himself from me first..."

Nangong Xuan was stunned.

Did she misunderstand?

"You said I've grown up. Let's [return] to our previous close relationship, okay?" Emilia gently hooked Nangong's little finger.

Do you really still remember the promises we made when we were children?

This intimate action made even the harem maniac unable to resist. In this world, there is a girl whose favorability is always full.

Nangong teased, "Do you mean to let me hold you and pee? Always call me daddy sweetly. Sleep together, take a bath together..."

"Ah, forget about that!" Emilia blushed. "If you like, it's not impossible..."

"Hey?"

My daughter has been acting a little strange lately.

"...Dad." The silver-haired beautiful girl's voice was as small as a mosquito.

After the tribesmen reunited, their [unrequited longing] not only did not diminish, but became more intense.

In order to satisfy men's desire for conquest, the stick warrior and the harem would play some strange games. The silver-haired daughter who was raised since childhood has become more pure.

Nangong said honestly: "It sounds good, shout more."

"Really? Auntie asked you to drink the wine brewed in the elf country." Emilia stammered, "I heard that it is generally not given to outsiders. Unless the elf daughter is getting married... From now on, I will listen to you."

Has it really become a daughter’s favorite?

It seems that Emilia has been entrusted to me with the approval of the elves.

Nangong said reluctantly: "If possible, I hope it will be a knee pillow without any obstacles."

"Father, H."

Emilia rolled her eyes at him in reproach, but still took the initiative to lift up her skirt. This time, Nangong Xuan rested his head directly on the half-elf's long white legs, feeling the delicate and smooth skin.

She's still a white-haired daughter.

The underwear was also vaguely visible.

"You're not wearing safety pants today?" Nangong was surprised.

"You said you didn't like it." Emilia bit her lip, "From now on, I'll wear them for you to see."

Nangong hesitated and asked, "Is it okay if the lace is translucent?"

"This is what Parker's mother taught us, the winning underwear or something..."

It really understands human women.

"You'll obey me in everything? Then... take it off."

"Okay, okay."

"Oh, I mean Baisi."

"…You bad dad!"

Filial piety has deteriorated.

Nangong Xuan and Emilia were in a tacit understanding, living in the present moment of being inseparable. The silver-haired girl suddenly leaned close to Nangong's ear. Her warm breath was sweet, like tickling his ear.

"It must be very hard."

At this moment, Emilia's gentle voice can heal people's hearts. She is still concerned about the side effects of recovery magic.

“【Response】This is a small matter. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

"……Fool!"

Nangong Xuan clearly saw the girl's lowered eyes filled with tears. He wiped away the tears from Emilia's eyes, and finally made a bold decision, standing up and kissing the corner of her mouth.

Before I knew it, I was getting closer and closer to those delicate cherry lips.

Lip points.

Emilia said in panic: "Because it was just a kiss on the corner of the mouth, there's no chance of pregnancy..."

"You still believe it?" Nangong couldn't help laughing.

The silver-haired girl said seriously, "It's not okay even if there's a little risk. If I get pregnant, Parker's mother will go berserk and destroy the world."

"Don't worry, I'm here." Nangong showed a wicked smile, "Don't you want to give birth to an elf for me? The two of us together will be one quarter of elf blood."

"Then, will Dad take up his responsibilities?" Emilia felt her cheeks getting hot.

It sounds like it was spoken by a child.

Why would someone say such shameless words? It must be because the "door" in their heart is broken.

"of course."

Nangong Xin said: My daughter’s daughter cannot be my daughter.

Fortuna looked at them from afar and smiled with relief.

"Emilia, you no longer have to be bound by this frozen hundred years. Go and bravely pursue your own happiness."

A few days later, a strange man came to the town.

He has dark blue hair and pale skin. He wears a magician's tuxedo and looks like a clown. When he speaks, he speaks in a neutral yet strange voice.

A series of events have occurred recently, and the residents of the town have become more vigilant.

"It turns out to be the Border Earl!" The mayor was flattered.

His name was Roswaal L. Metzas. Relying on his prominent status, he managed to collect information about the "Silver-haired Witch" from people.

Roswaal thought to himself: Interesting, even the [Mediator] Melaquila has been subdued?

The prophecies of the Gospels have changed.

Even if Parker stayed by the girl's side, he could only fight off the great elf. Is there another expert beside Emilia, the "Healing Hero"?

People were talking about it: "The Land of Elves has revived, and the power of magic will surely be restored!"

"Recently, the subhumans living in the forest have come to town to trade."

The human race and the elves exchanged what they had and lived in harmony. Emilia was an important link in maintaining the relationship.

Roswaal said with great interest: "I would like to meet that healing wizard~"

When he stepped into the Eriol Forest, he discovered that the terrain had undergone tremendous changes and was completely different from what he remembered.

Roswaal's heart sank.

Even for me, it takes a lot of time to prepare the spell to change the weather. But, even the climate and topography can be changed in a short time, what kind of terrifying magic is this?

"In the land of elves, there is a way."

Parker flew in the sky with his arms folded across his chest, blocking the way like a guardian angel.

"You are Parker, right?" Roswaal smiled. "You are still the same as before. Have you wandered for hundreds of years to fulfill your destined mission and come to that girl?"

"Who are you?" Parker asked suspiciously.

"I met the teacher later, so I will use my magic to talk to you~"

Roswaal held down his hat with one hand, and colorful balls of light surrounded him.

"All attributes?" Parker was shocked. "Are you a magician with six-color titles?"

"To be precise, I am the chief court wizard of Lugnica. I am the master of the three colors: red, green, and yellow. I am from the Mezas family and I am the disciple of Echidna-sama. I think you can remember something from this?"

Parker was surprised and said, "That name is, the Greedy Witch..."

The master who created me died four hundred years ago. In other words, this man somehow survived four hundred years ago and is still alive today?

"It's really rude of you to call that master by his name." Roswaal looked displeased. "I'm here to take the silver-haired witch away. As an artificial elf, you made a contract with her without permission, which is a betrayal to your teacher~"

"Don't think about it!"

Parker's reverse scale was touched, releasing icy spikes all over the sky.

Roswaal abandoned the chant and simply said, "Flame Bomb!"

In the sky, dense fireballs fell like raindrops, as if to turn the land of elves into a sea of ​​fire once again.

The two most powerful men of the time had a disagreement and started fighting.

"Hey, don't hurt our pets."

There was only an indifferent male voice, and the fireball and ice spikes froze in mid-air, as if time had stopped. The next second, they disappeared into thin air.

"Ping—"

Deterioration (Heal)!

"Is this... an instant death magic that eliminates our magic out of thin air?" Roswaal was secretly shocked.

I didn't notice the Yin attribute of Mana at all!