A whooshing sound rang in his ears.
It was the sound barrier breaking from high-speed flight.
Yulian, or rather, Satan Azer at this moment, was rushing towards Mount Etwas at almost full speed.
He was desperate to figure out everything that had happened and resolve these troublesome matters!
However, Satan Azer, who was flying at supersonic speed!
Suddenly stopped in mid-air!
"Is that...?"
Satan Azer lowered his head.
His long black hair was blown elegantly by the high-altitude airflow.
Beneath the ferocious horns was a handsome face.
A trace of memory flashed in Satan Azer's golden-red pupils.
He gently descended.
He came to a statue and examined it carefully.
After a moment, as if he had thought of something, Satan Azer let out a choked laugh, then flapped the dragon wings behind him again and ascended into the sky to continue his journey.
That statue was of a very interesting person.
At the same time, the reason Satan Azer couldn't help but laugh was also exceptionally interesting.
...
A magnetic voice suddenly came from behind Frieren, who was picking mushrooms.
"Frieren, would you be willing to embark on a journey to defeat the Demon King with me?"
Defeat... the Demon King...
Frieren's body paused slightly.
She said without turning her head, "If you were asking the me of many years ago, perhaps I would have agreed without hesitation."
"But now..."
"Please allow me to refuse."
Frieren resumed her hand movements.
The mushrooms that were originally deeply rooted were easily picked under her nimble movements.
They were placed into the small basket beside her.
"I haven't fought for a very, very long time..."
"I can't defeat the Demon King, or even any Great Demons on my own."
Frieren said.
As if she had thought of something, She couldn't help but silently add, Regarding Frieren's answer, The owner of the magnetic voice didn't seem surprised.
"Is that so?"
The man wearing a green cloak and carrying two sharp swords at his waist, The Hero of the South, as expected, smiled bitterly and said, "Just as I had seen."
Frieren's ears twitched nimbly.
She caught this keyword.
However, on the surface, Frieren remained calm.
She continued to carefully pick the small mushrooms in front of her, Pretending to be considering how to proceed.
"Frieren, do you know why I'm called the strongest human?"
The Hero of the South hesitated for a moment before smiling.
Frieren's beautiful eyebrows twitched slightly.
It seemed she was interested.
However, before Frieren could speak, The Hero of the South spoke on his own.
"It's because of my Magic, my Magic that can foresee the future."
The Hero of the South looked at the two treasured swords at his waist, which were not drawn but carried a sharp aura.
He said, "I don't have unparalleled swordsmanship, nor do I have formidable strength."
"Simply by relying on the foresight of the future, I became the strongest human in people's mouths."
"So strong that even the Demons launched a plan to encircle and suppress me."
Foresee the future?
A terrifying power!
Even Frieren had to admit that this power, this Magic, was definitely a forbidden power!
It was a power that only gods could possess!
But...
Frieren slightly turned her body.
She looked at the man behind her with golden hair, a strong innate constitution, and a sexy mustache – the Hero of the South.
"But why am I telling you about my Magic?"
The Hero of the South smiled slightly.
How did he...
"How do I know?"
The Hero of the South looked at Frieren's depressed expression, as if she had something to say but was constantly being answered by him.
He couldn't help but grin.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."
"Frieren."
The Hero of the South's voice became gentle.
He regained the demeanor and temperament that a Hero should have.
However, Frieren had no interest in speaking again.
She just quietly looked at the Hero of the South behind her, who was extremely elegant in both his attire and actions.
She quietly waited for him to continue speaking.
"The reason I'm telling you about my Magic is naturally because you won't reveal my Magic."
"At the same time, possessing such a powerful ability..."
"You are the only person I can tell."
The Hero of the South revealed a bitter smile.
"My Magic, my pride, my secret..."
"A dying person naturally needs to find someone to confide in properly."
A dying person?
Even someone as powerful as the Hero of the South will die?
Frieren was stunned.
She finally understood why the Hero of the South had been answering her questions at the beginning.
It turned out his only purpose was to have her listen to what he had to say.
That was all...
But why would he die?
Encircling and suppressing?!
Frieren remembered what the Hero of the South had just said!
The Demons launched an encirclement and suppression against the Hero of the South!
When, in the future?
Will he die?!
But didn't he have...
"Didn't you have the ability to foresee the future?"
"But coincidentally, the Demons's chancellor..."
"That Great Demons named Schlacht also has this ability."
The Hero of the South said.
A strange sadness welled up in his heart!
The old man clearly bestowed upon him this almost bug-like Magic!
But why wasn't he the only one!
Even...
It was far less powerful than what the Demons possessed...
Even if he lost his life, all he could do was pave the way for subsequent Heroes...
"Schlacht."
Frieren couldn't help but feel the shock in her heart.
She uttered the name.
At the same time, she suddenly understood the Hero of the South's feelings.
A pathetic sadness surged into Frieren's heart.
Indeed, are the Demons invincible...?
"Frieren, you don't need to worry."
The Hero of the South smiled kindly.
"After all, even if you are by my side, my dying future will not change."
The Hero of the South said calmly.
As if he were talking about something unrelated to himself.
"After all, that is my destiny..."
"The reason I came here is just as you thought..." Very depressing words.
But when spoken by the Hero of the South, they conveyed a different feeling.
"A year from now, I will die on the Northern Plateau, killed by Schlacht and the Seven Sages."
"A few days after I leave, another Hero will visit you."
"He will persuade you, and finally, the team with you joining will be able to defeat the Demon King and save the world."
"I absolutely don't think such a thing will happen."
Even knowing that the Hero of the South had Magic that could foresee the future, The Frieren at that time still didn't believe that she would be persuaded by an unknown Hero.
Even less would she join the Hero's team and embark on a journey to defeat the Demon King.
Even if she joined the Hero's team and embarked on a journey to defeat the Demon King, Frieren still didn't believe that such an existence could be defeated.
Therefore, Frieren made a bet with the Hero of the South.
Northern Countries.
Faber Village.
Under the clean, golden-shining statue of the Hero of the South!
Under the puzzled gazes of Fern, Stark, and many villagers, Frieren stood there with slightly flushed cheeks!
She reached out and summoned her staff, striking a pose just like the Hero of the South in the statue!
Holding her breath, she shouted in a chuunibyou manner!
"The path ahead of you will surely be widened..."
"By me, the strongest human, the Hero of the South..."