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Returning to the village entrance, Frieren waved goodbye to the villagers and led the group away.
It seemed she had accepted the fact that Qual had broken the seal years ago and was then annihilated by Himmel.
Walking in the Forest, Yulian gently let out a sigh of relief.
Finally gone~
However, just then, Frieren suddenly turned her head to look at Yulian, happening to catch him looking so relaxed.
"What?"
Yulian's eyes held confusion.
"Wooden house Magic."
Frieren replied flatly, her slender fingers pointing forward.
A dilapidated wooden house came into view.
[Flenna, you...]
Yulian was somewhat silent.
[Lord Yulian! Sorry!]
Flenna also felt like crying without tears.
She never dreamed that not only would Yulian find the place she buried the box on the only path.
Now even the wooden house she had deliberately taken a detour to avoid was discovered by Frieren!
"You, have you been here before?"
Frieren asked calmly.
The dilapidated wooden house before them was undoubtedly created by wooden house Magic, as both its exterior and interior were recognizable even from a distance.
Fortunately, wooden houses created by wooden house Magic become dilapidated and uninhabitable after the caster leaves.
You couldn't tell at all when the Magic was used to create it.
There's a chance!
"I came here many years ago—"
Yulian nodded calmly and walked forward leisurely to "stroke" the old wooden house.
A look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.
[How should I make something up next?]
Unlike his seemingly calm exterior, Yulian awkwardly asked Flenna.
"Clang!"
The wooden house, unable to withstand Yulian's "stroke—" instantly collapsed, turning into ruins and completely breaking down.
"It certainly looks like it's been here for some years."
Fern's little mouth was agape, utterly surprised.
Crumbling at a touch, how many years ago must this have been!
"Came to save Qual?"
Frieren spoke word by word, but couldn't hide the turmoil in her heart.
After all, the age of the house was obvious at a glance.
Was she really overthinking?
"The Elder Elder Sage of Corruption?"
"I know a expert like him, but he doesn't know me."
After replying, Yulian turned around to look at the sky, a cunning smile appearing on his face.
Frieren and Fern didn't know the characteristic of wooden house Magic that it becomes dilapidated when the caster leaves, so they believed him!
"Alright—"
Frieren nodded gently.
"Let's go."
The few of them continued their journey, hurrying through the Forest.
"Mr. Yulian, I have a question."
Fern and Yulian walked behind.
Fern cautiously asked Yulian.
"Hmm? What question?"
Yulian blinked his eyes.
"Is your Demon Race all so emotionless?"
As if realizing her words were ambiguous, Fern quickly added.
"I mean other members of the Demon Race besides Mr. Yulian! Absolutely no—"
"I know, Fern."
Yulian smiled faintly.
But his expression was somewhat dejected.
Back then, Yulian and Schlacht, in order for the Demon Race to coexist with humans and elves, actively promoted human and elven culture and ethics within the Demon Race.
They strove to ensure children had parents and parents had children, strengthening blood ties and cultivating emotions within the Demon Race.
But to Yulian and Schlacht's disappointment...
Human and elven aesthetics and Magic were indeed popular among the Demon Race, but anything related to emotions was never absorbed by the Demon Race.
Parents?
Children?
For the Demon Race, who have long lifespans and are almost eternally youthful and beautiful, they asked, what is this?
Emotions? They understood this.
Beautiful female members of the Demon Race, beautiful humans, and beautiful elves were indeed favored by the Demon Race.
The emotion of liking exists within the Demon Race.
But most of the time, they preferred to possess things through absolute force!
No matter if one was willing or not!
Submission, or death!
Family affection? They didn't understand this. To them, family affection was completely a joke.
The strong demons live and possess everything.
The weak obey everything.
Those even weaker have only death as their path.
"Mr. Yulian?"
Seeing Yulian remain silent for a long time, Fern's face was full of apology.
"If it makes Mr. Yulian uncomfortable, Mr. Yulian can refuse."
Fern pursed her small mouth.
"I won't ask any more questions that make Yulian uncomfortable."
"Fern—"
Yulian smiled and shook his head.
He prepared to gently pat Fern's head as usual before answering.
But looking at the figure almost as tall as himself, Yulian's slightly raised hand was lowered again.
"In fact, most of the Demon Race are indeed as you said, completely emotionless."
"But I've found that the greater the Greater Demon, the more they possess things like emotions."
"Most weak members of the Demon Race only have primitive fear, arrogance, and indifference."
"While powerful members of the Demon Race, upon reaching the level of Greater Demon, begin to possess relatively complex emotions."
"For example: loyalty."
Yulian smiled at the corner of his mouth, a smile of wistful loss.
He still remembered when he first discussed this issue, it was with Schlacht...
"Only powerful members of the Demon Race have emotions?"
Fern stared at Yulian, seeming to think of something.
Then, Yulian must be a very powerful Greater Demon!
Since that's the case, Mr. Yulian must know the Elder Elder Sage of Corruption Qual. If Qual wasn't annihilated by Himmel the Hero-sama, then!
Fern's pupils contracted slightly!
It's very possible that Mr. Yulian rescued Qual!
"Even powerful members of the Demon Race can only possess slight emotions—"
Yulian sighed and shook his head with a bitter smile.
This was the most difficult point.
"At this point, they might have family affection, but it's absolutely, absolutely just the simple thought that he or she is my child—"
"I should seemingly protect and take care of them."
"But if the child doesn't perform outstandingly, unlike humans who raise rich second-generations and official second-generations—"
"Parents who are Greater Demons will kill or expel their children immediately."
Yulian said helplessly.
His mind was a mess.
This problem that had troubled him as the Demon King for hundreds of years couldn't be explained clearly in just a few words.
Nor could it be simply solved.
"I see..."
Then even though Yulian is emotionally rich, he might not necessarily go save Qual...
Fern's mind was buzzing.
She suddenly realized that what she was thinking might just be her own unfounded speculation.
Furthermore, what if Yulian really did rescue Qual? Did Yulian do something wrong?
Yulian gently flicked Fern's forehead and smiled faintly.
"Don't think so much, little one—"
"Knowing too much will only add to your troubles."
"It hurts..."
Fern said aggrievedly, her eyes welling up with tears.
"I'm already sixteen, I'm a big sister, not a child."
"Uh..."
Yulian was originally concerned if he had used too much force, but after his gaze inadvertently swept across Fern's front, he fell silent.
[Lord Yulian! What are you thinking?!]
Flenna's exasperated voice rang out.
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