Early morning.
A faint light appeared.
But the sky was hazy.
The world was a grey expanse.
It was oppressively dull.
Yulian pushed open the inn door and stepped out.
He stood at the familiar fork in the road.
The restriction on his magic was lifting.
Grotesque horns and pitch-black wings like dragon wings grew from small to large.
Slowly extending.
His originally black short hair instantly turned into long, shoulder-length hair.
Even Yulian's black eyes held a hint of eerie red light.
He had regained his Demonic appearance.
He had regained his Demon identity in the human world.
But what did it matter?
He was originally a Demon.
He was the King of the Demons!
Yulian no longer had any desire to suppress his magic, which was as vast as a river or sea!
Magic is the power of imagination.
Magic is the source of magic.
And emotional ups and downs constantly affect magic.
After learning one piece of unacceptable news after another.
Behind Yulian's calm face, surging and violent magic was roaring unwillingly!
Suppressing his magic was a torment for Yulian!
The former Yulian didn't care.
But in this situation!
Why should he continue to suppress it!
Since his heart was restless, then let it roar with all its might!
He was about to set off on his journey to Mount Etwas.
This wouldn't take long.
With him flying at almost full speed.
A distance that would have taken nearly a month to walk.
He only needed a short four days.
Including getting a good night's sleep.
And leisurely eating every meal.
This was all thanks to his magic, which was as vast as a river or sea.
"Frieren, Fern, Stark."
Yulian looked in the direction of the wooden house one last time, murmuring softly.
The future was hazy.
He no longer knew what would happen in the future.
He looked towards the inn entrance again.
The figure of Wirbel suddenly appeared.
He gave a helpless bitter smile.
Demons...
Wirbel was silent.
Suddenly, he smiled.
He recalled the days they had spent together recently.
Eating, sleeping, and traveling with this person and others.
He recalled the bits and pieces of the journey, the laughter and joy during the tiring days.
Yulian fell silent.
He had thought that after leaving Wirbel a farewell letter.
He could quietly leave.
Unexpectedly, unlike Scharf, who slept like a dead pig.
Wirbel woke up.
And came after him.
"Sorry."
Looking at Wirbel, who was smiling at him without saying a word.
Yulian showed a bitter smile.
He had promised to be the vanguard for Wirbel's party and fight the Demons together.
But from beginning to end, he had only wanted the fastest way to reach the Northern Plateau.
He had been lying from the start.
Yulian touched his chest.
This damnable guilt.
Lying was shameful.
"So..."
"My vanguard, is this how you say goodbye to me?"
Wirbel held an envelope between his fingers.
The smile on his face still looked a little cheeky.
With a hint of roguishness.
He spoke.
As if the person in front of him was not a Demon.
As if everything was as usual.
Yulian was slightly stunned.
His mood was slightly complicated.
It was like you had finally made up your mind.
Believing that the world was just like this.
But then someone suddenly stood up and told you.
No matter what you are like.
You are still my good brother, my good friend.
Yulian didn't know how to respond.
He just stood there quietly.
His pitch-black wings flapped slightly awkwardly.
He didn't know if it was the wind or Yulian himself who moved.
After all, his shoulder-length black hair was also moving elegantly at this moment.
"Mr. Yulian..."
"I knew you would leave sooner or later..." Wirbel shook his head gently.
"No need to apologize."
"I can see that Mr. Yulian is a person with ideals and aspirations."
Wirbel stared at Yulian.
"I know Mr. Yulian has many secrets."
"But..."
"I believe Mr. Yulian is a person with kindness in his heart."
"Are you a First-Class Mage, a noble from the Central Lands, an adventurer, or Earl Lars' son-in-law?"
"Mr. Yulian is a Demon, but he is also our friend."
"No matter how many secrets there are, ultimately, you are a kind person."
"After this parting, I hope we are still friends when we meet again."
Wirbel put away the envelope.
He nodded gently at Yulian.
Showing a smile.
"Thank you."
Yulian smiled with relief.
He stirred up a strong wind and soared into the sky!
He would stop the war between humans and the Demons!
From the Great Sanft Forest to Mount Etwas, he needed to pass through some small villages in the Northern Lands and the territory of Graf Dach
The good news was that there were no barriers left by Flamme in these places.
Yulian didn't need to stop and break them.
He just needed to fly high and fast in the air quietly.
When he was tired and sleepy.
He would come down and find a wide, flat place.
Release the wooden house magic, and he could rest.
Yulian has left...
Wooden house.
Fern opened her eyes.
Looking at what was placed on the bedside table next to her.
The ring inlaid with a purple gem, which flickered a few times, seemed to sense something.
The rings Yulian had equipped the party with for communication not only had calling functions.
They also had sensing capabilities.
After you have focused on the location of other rings.
If the location of other rings changes, the ring will react accordingly.
If it's getting closer, it will naturally flicker with a slightly brighter light.
If it's getting further away, it will be a faint light.
"Fern~"
"Give me..."
Frieren mumbled, talking in her sleep.
She had kicked the small blanket covering her somewhere unknown.
Fern sighed softly.
She got up and covered Frieren with the blanket.
She herself lay down, keeping her beautiful eyes open.
Thinking about something.
She couldn't sleep anymore.
The sky had brightened.
But if she got up at this time.
Fern would feel a little lonely by herself.
And after Yulian left, she always felt that the party was empty.
There was a clear sense of incompleteness.
Is a party that has lost its Hero still a party?
Fern was thinking random thoughts.
She turned to look at Frieren beside her.
Frieren's exquisite face, however, was now slightly furrowed.
She looked a little wronged.
The destination of the journey was the Demon King's Castle.
But given the current situation of the Demons.
Going to the Demon King's Castle would be equivalent to re-conquering the Demon King, wouldn't it?
Fern was thinking.
So, perhaps Yulian just went ahead?
Waiting for us up ahead?
Yulian is a Great Demons, but what kind of Great Demons are he?
What would his signature magic be?
If only Yulian were the Demon King...
In that case.
The peace between humans and the Demons would be just a matter of Yulian's words.
How good would that be...
Fern's little head was filled with these strange thoughts in a daze.
She knew that what she was thinking was just wishful thinking.
Yulian being the Demon King.
Yulian waiting for them up ahead.
It was all wishful thinking.
But she couldn't help but think about it.
People always need some fantasies, some wishful thinking.
To fill the empty heart.
"Fern..."
Frieren, in her sleep, seemed to have sensed something at this moment.
Although she was still asleep.
But her hand gently hugged Fern, who was lost in thought.
A warm embrace...