"I didn't expect to see a statue of Rainer."
Yulian, who had flown back into the sky, smiled.
Rainer was naturally the Hero of the South.
While in the Southern Lands.
Mysterious time-space Magic had once brought Yulian to the past.
That was when Rainer set off.
The two had even conversed.
Leaving aside the fact that Rainer had fought against the Demons, causing the Demon King's Army to retreat repeatedly.
In terms of personal relationship.
Yulian and Rainer could barely be considered friends.
Yulian even seriously suspected.
That Rainer embarking on the path to defeat him.
And what he revealed to Rainer when he traveled to the past.
The 'credit' for the news that Himmel would successfully defeat him after him.
Otherwise, Yulian couldn't explain why the Hero of the South, who was still holed up in the Southern Lands, would suddenly set off on a journey to defeat him.
However.
This also allowed Yulian to gain some understanding of Rainer's ability to foresee the future.
Which was that he could only foresee a limited future.
At that time, Rainer didn't even know Yulian would travel to the past.
Much less that Yulian, who had traveled to the past, was the Demon King himself.
...
"Even if my great achievements are buried beneath the shadows of history!"
Holding her staff.
Frieren, who had struck a warrior's pose as a Mage and finished her chuunibyou-like words, blushed slightly before putting away her staff.
"Frieren?"
Fern's cheeks were slightly red.
Looking at Frieren in disbelief.
Is this still the Frieren I know...
Although Frieren is sometimes quite cute normally.
But suddenly doing such an embarrassing thing.
Is she really still Frieren...
"So amazing!"
"Exactly the same!"
"It's as if he's the real Hero of the South!"
The surrounding villagers saw Frieren's chuunibyou-like moment just now without any mockery.
Instead, they couldn't help but praise Frieren with admiration.
But then again.
After all, as Fabell Village in the Northern part of the Northern Lands.
It was liberated by the Hero of the South himself!
"Is this uncle with the mustache a very formidable person?"
Even knowing that the bronze statue of the uncle with the mustache holding twin swords in front of him was a Hero.
Or even a titled Hero with the title Hero of the South.
But Stark had never heard of him at all.
"Mhm mhm!"
Seeing that she wasn't being looked at strangely.
Frieren, who had been slightly nervous, breathed a sigh of relief.
She showed a happy expression and nodded.
Speaking of the Hero of the South's great achievements.
Unparalleled combat power!
Superb swordsmanship!
Defeated dozens of Great Demons by himself!
Liberated most of the northern regions occupied by the Demons!
Even when being besieged on the Northern Plateau by Schlacht, the strongest of the Demons, leading the Seven Sages of Destruction!
He still managed to achieve the grueling record of killing three of the Seven Sages of Destruction before 'perishing together' with Schlacht!
"Isn't this even more amazing than Lord Himmel?!"
Little stars appeared in Stark's eyes.
Whether it's a boy or a man, as long as he's male, he actually worships the strong.
And even if they are both righteous beings.
In the eyes of men, they still have to distinguish who is superior.
Not for any reason, just wanting to know the answer.
Just wanting to know who is stronger!
"Mhm, in a sense..."
"Yes."
Frieren quietly nodded while stroking her chin.
But she felt inexplicably unwilling in her heart.
"Stark, how could you say that..."
Fern's gaze was somewhat resentful.
Is it really important who is stronger?
They are clearly both righteous Heroes.
They clearly both achieved their own great accomplishments.
Why must they be compared instead of being respected?
"Because I'm just curious..."
Stark shrank his head.
He looked like a shriveled tomato.
"Hmph!"
Fern folded her small hands and put on an angry expression.
"Frieren..."
Stark, on the other hand, let out a cry for help towards Frieren.
But...
Frieren, however, didn't want to get involved when Mom Fern was angry.
"Hehe."
=ω=
Frieren showed a beautiful smile.
Perfunctorily.
She deliberately changed the subject and said.
"Let's get some good rest today..."
"After passing here, it's all very small villages."
"Perhaps we won't be able to rest properly like this again until we reach Count Graf's territory."
Northern Lands.
Outside Count Graf's territory, a desolate village.
It was night.
The starry sky was dotted.
The cold moonlight sprinkled onto the ground.
In front of an abrupt wooden house.
A slender figure appeared here.
It was a Demon!
She was wearing a black robe.
Her soft, golden long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.
She had small horns on her head.
While making her look somewhat cute.
She also appeared beautiful and moving.
The Demons never lacked handsome men and beautiful women.
Yulian also felt nothing in his heart towards this Demon who suddenly appeared outside the wooden house.
He was just slightly curious.
Why would a Demon appear here?
And a small one at that.
"Knock Knock"
A gentle knocking sound rang out.
"Excuse me, sir, are you resting?"
A gentle female voice, polite, sounded from outside the house.
Facing a Demon stronger than herself.
Any Demon would become the most well-behaved child who understood etiquette.
"Come in."
Yulian was lying on the bed.
His black long hair was spread out freely.
A pair of fierce horns carried a sense of oppression.
His crimson-golden eyes looked together towards this suddenly appearing female Demon.
What a powerful Great Demon!
Feeling the power that the sir beside her unintentionally displayed.
Vivienne's body suddenly trembled.
She was somewhat uncontrollably excited!
She couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground and utterly submit at the feet of this Great Demon!
Vivienne thought this way.
And acted this way!
"Thump!"
The slender female Demon knelt down!
Just like that, she quietly knelt beside Yulian.
An enraptured expression appeared on her face.
As if she had reached a climax of excitement!
Uncontrollable flushing appeared on Vivienne's face.
What the heck!
What a lunatic!
Yulian, who had been feeling a bit sleepy, was left somewhat dumbfounded.
You're a perfectly fine girl, and you pull this stunt on me?
"Get up."
Yulian waved his hand.
He impatiently moved his eyes away from the fullness of Vivienne's chest.
"Yes, Sir Great Demon!"
Vivienne didn't hesitate at all and respectfully stood beside Yulian's bed.
Slightly bowing.
Continuing to offer herself freely.
"Why are you here?"
Yulian slightly frowned but was too lazy to mention it again.
He just asked about Vivienne's origin.
"Reporting, sir, my name is Vivienne."
"I am from the Sword Demons, and the reason I am here is to steal back the treasured sword passed down through my family for generations..."
As Vivienne's red lips slightly opened and closed.
Pieces of information flowed from her mouth.
The general content was that she came to Count Graf's territory to retrieve her family's treasured sword.
It was just that Vivienne was fine when she arrived.
Now that she had finally managed to steal back the family's treasured sword.
Wanting to return to the Northern Demons territory was already as difficult as ascending to heaven.
She pleaded with Yulian to take her back to the Demons with him and even swore allegiance.
"Sir Great Demon, I beg you to take me back to the Demons!"
Vivienne said.
Gathering her courage, she took off her black robe.
Revealing her graceful figure beneath the black robe.
Wanting to climb onto Yulian's bed.
Yulian: ???
Surprise lasted less than a second!
Yulian, being very mindful of 'male virtue', kicked Vivienne off the bed.
And said coldly.
"You can follow me later, just don't do anything else."
Strange Great Demon...
Vivienne lay on the ground.
Covered by the black robe Yulian had thrown down.
Her snow-white skin and fullness were faintly visible under the moonlight.
Presenting a very tempting appearance.
However, at this moment, her delicate brows were slightly furrowed.
Showing a strange expression.
Female Demons have a habit of attaching themselves to powerful Demons.
Including their bodies, which are also tools they use to show loyalty.
A Great Demons like Yulian who accepted her allegiance but not her body.
Was a very rare existence among the Demons.
"Oh, right..."
Yulian's voice sounded again.
Vivienne's originally resentful expression instantly turned joyful.
"Didn't you say you had a family treasured sword?"
"Let me take a look?"
As soon as Yulian finished speaking.
Vivienne's expression of joy vanished in an instant.
Turning into complexity.
"Yes..."
But what could she do?
The person in front of her was a Sir Great Demon...
"Clang——"
The treasured sword was unsheathed, carrying flashes of cold light.
Even Yulian couldn't help but marvel upon seeing this treasured sword in his hand.
According to Vivienne's introduction, this treasured sword seemed to be a magic artifact.
It was forged using unique forging techniques and special ores.
Just like the weapon that girl Linie used before.
It had myriad changing functions.
Just right for Linie to use!
A smile appeared at the corner of Yulian's mouth.
He put away the treasured sword properly and held it beside him.
He closed his eyes beautifully and slowly fell asleep.
Only Vivienne was left looking at Yulian on the bed with a bewildered expression.
No...