It was evening, and Fíliya was walking alongside Sense.
"Finally, it's not so blinding."
Fíliya remarked casually. She and Sense had been walking for a long time, yet they still hadn't left the bounds of the Golden Land. The world around them remained a scene enveloped in gold.
Fortunately, the sunlight had dimmed, and a little more walking would likely free them completely from the influence of the golden radiance.
"We're almost there."
Sense didn't elaborate on Fíliya's comment.
"Mm."
So the two continued on their way.
As they walked, Sense finally couldn't resist her curiosity and glanced back.
The few golems that had been following behind Fíliya had really caught her attention.
Although there was an expert specializing in golem creation within the Continental Magic Association, Sense was no stranger to such magical constructs.
But the ones behind them, in both their design and the feeling they gave off, struck Sense as very peculiar.
"Curious about those?"
Noticing this, Fíliya promptly started a conversation.
"Mm... they look completely different from Lernen's golems... Do you... ride them?"
Sense murmured, her gaze still captivated by the strange objects.
"You certainly can, and they're quite comfortable."
Fíliya's tone became playful.
"But I don't feel like riding them right now."
"Why not?"
Sense turned her head to look at Fíliya.
"Hmm, maybe I just want to walk with you a bit longer? After all, it's been a while."
"...You smooth talker."
Sense mentally evaluated Fíliya's words before speaking.
"After spending so much time with the Demon Race, did you learn how to lie too?"
"What are you talking about? Do I look like I'm lying? Come on, Sense, take a good look at me."
As Fíliya spoke, she did her best to widen her eyes, then blinked at Sense several times in a deliberately cute, almost mischievous way.
"Pfft... alright, stop that."
In the end, Sense succumbed to Fíliya's antics and couldn't help but laugh.
"Ehehe... See? Sense really has to smile. You're so beautiful, but you always have a deadpan expression. It's such a waste."
Fíliya remarked with a sigh.
Her words made Sense thoughtful. After a while, a relieved smile slowly formed on her face.
"I feel much more relaxed now."
"Hmm?"
Hearing Sense's words, Fíliya's interest was immediately piqued.
"No, it's nothing."
"Suspicious. You clearly have something you want to say, Sense... There's no one else here. Won't you even tell me?"
Fíliya stared at Sense with suspicion.
Under Fíliya's gaze, Sense hesitated. Finally, with a light sigh, she slowly stopped walking and turned to face Fíliya.
"I'm worried... No, I should say I'm afraid of one thing. That you'll end up completely on the side of the Demon Race, standing against humanity. If that happens..."
Sense didn't want to say the rest, nor did she want to continue imagining the scenario.
Seeing Sense's worried expression, Fíliya didn't know what to say to comfort her. She could come up with any number of assurances on the spot, but she couldn't be sure if such hastily woven words would represent her true feelings or if they would reach Sense's heart.
"Honestly, that's just like you, Sense. You hide behind that expressionless face, but you're actually the one who overthinks things the most... Am I that stupid? I really don't know what you're worried about."
Fíliya said this as she slowly took Sense's hand. This was her way of expressing herself.
"It's precisely because you're not stupid that I'm worried... If you were just an idiot, it'd be fine. I could just take care of you for the rest of your life. A fool might cause some minor trouble or a small loss, and I could help you fix that kind of mistake. But because you're a genius, I'm afraid you'll cause a huge disaster with irreparable consequences..."
Sense's tone was still filled with concern.
"So, what's your answer, Fíliya?"
"Hmm... Sense, can you tell me how many people you've killed?"
Sense's words left Fíliya momentarily speechless, but hearing her say she was "willing to take care of her for the rest of her life" truly touched her.
"So what do you want me to do, my dear big sister?"
Fíliya looked at Sense helplessly.
Sense also lifted her head, meeting the gaze of her younger sister, who was a head taller than her.
"I just hope... no matter how much you come to like the Demon Race, that your love for them never surpasses your love for humanity, okay?"
"Eh... Isn't that asking a bit much? Sense, are you asking me to love both the Demon Race and humanity...? Even Serie couldn't do that. Are you trying to turn me into a god?"
Fíliya chuckled, but Sense immediately pinched her cheek.
"It's Lady Serie... You're about to become a first-class mage yourself. How can you be so disrespectful to Lady Serie?"
Sense said with puffed cheeks.
"I'm not... I respect Serie a lot, okay?"
Fíliya whined playfully.
Seeing this, Sense gave up on correcting Fíliya's form of address. There were more important things to discuss.
Fíliya didn't answer Sense's question directly. Instead, she turned the tables and posed a question of her own.
Hearing Fíliya's counter-question, Sense was stunned and couldn't form a reply for a long time.
"Sorry..."
Seeing her reaction, Fíliya quickly stepped forward and patted Sense's head, a hint of regret welling up inside her.
Right. Her sister was the kind of person who, constantly condemned by her own conscience, had sought from Serie that "magic for a peaceful sleep" so she could rest even after killing. Asking Sense to recall her killings was indeed forcing the issue.
So Fíliya changed the subject.
"What about 'Sour-faced Genau' and 'Mother-hen Falsch'? Do you know how many people they've killed?"
Sense was stunned again, but this time it was because of Fíliya's ridiculous nicknames.
At the same time, she remembered that Fíliya did indeed have a bad habit of giving nicknames to other first-class mages.
"Well... Old man Lernen has certainly killed a fair number of people. As for the famous 'Court Mages' whose names are known throughout the continent, they must have climbed over mountains of corpses to get where they are."
"Oh, right. Sense, I've decided to update old man Lernen's nickname. Let's call him 'Teacher-fetish Lernen'."
The moment Fíliya finished speaking, Sense clamped a hand over her mouth to stop her from saying anything more disrespectful.
"Old man Lernen is a respectable person. Don't call him by such a rude title."
While covering Fíliya's mouth, Sense reminded her in a stern tone. Only after Fíliya nodded vigorously to show she understood her mistake did Sense let her go.
"Hah... it feels good to breathe."
"Fíliya... why are you asking these things?"
Sense's question reached Fíliya's ears.
"Mm, because I want to tell you a fact, Sense. In the current climate, fights between humans have become more and more common... Never mind top-tier combatants like first-class mages; even many second and third-class mages inevitably have the blood of their own kind on their hands... But look at me."
As Fíliya said this, her tone suddenly became animated, and she even pointed a finger at herself.
"Me, Fíliya, up to this very moment, have never taken a single human life. See? So your worry was unnecessary from the very beginning."
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