Chương 62: Magicians are born to do the work

Clang.

Clang.

Seeing that Frillie didn't seem to be joking, Shane began to have some doubts.

Is this guy really going to tear them apart? If the "Undead" is destroyed, will they still be "undying"...?

"Huh, there really is one."

At that moment, Frilian, who was ahead, let out a gasp of surprise.

Xia En pulled himself together, exchanged a glance with Philon, and the two of them carefully approached, one in front of the other.

The armor that was originally fully armed now had its chest wide open, though the scene wasn't as explicit as one might imagine.

There were no corpses or skeletons inside, but instead a nest of gray baby rabbits.

There were about two or three of them, seemingly very young, their eyes still closed. They were huddled together, like a pile of fluffy balls.

This adorable scene instantly comforted Philon.

The little girl quickly stepped out from behind Shane and began to dismantle the armor with Frilian. Soon, they had taken out all the little rabbits.

Frilian looked at the little rabbit in Philon's arms and said, "It seems that the demonic magic remaining on this puppet gave birth to the [Demonized Rabbit]. The puppet's residual consciousness found us most likely to tell us this truth."

Sure enough, as soon as Frilian spoke, the armor that had been standing collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The feeling of being alive was gone.

"Ms. Frilian, since the owner of the armor knows that he has given birth to a [monster], why does he still stay near the village?" Philen asked, puzzled.

Since they were willing to tell the truth, why didn't they just stay away from the village from the beginning?

Frillie sighed.

"These wandering undead retain very few memories; their actions are mostly driven by instinct. I guess... this must be his homeland..."

Hearing Frillie's conjecture, Shane was deeply shaken.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.

This is the unchanging sense of national and familial love that humanity has held throughout history and across the world.

This warrior, through sheer willpower, broke free from the demons' control and, even in death, returned to his homeland. Sadly, he brought no honor, but rather disaster. If he had been fully conscious, how agonizing that torment must have been for him…

Xia En couldn't bear to think about it any further.

Philon looked down at the armor on the ground, his expression also somewhat saddened.

"Mr. Shane, could you please hold the little bunny for me? I want to pray for the soul of the armor's owner."

Xia En nodded and took the little rabbit.

Philon knelt on one knee before the armor, his hands loosely clenched into fists, his expression devout. He slowly closed his eyes, like a true monk, and began to pray for the deceased.

The soft moonlight shone on Philon's head.

In a daze, Xia En seemed to see the shadow of Haita.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Before dawn, the three returned to the village.

Frillie used the [Purification] magic she had deciphered to cleanse everyone of the curses.

The horns on everyone's heads disappeared, and their foreheads returned to their original, normal appearance.

This miracle stunned everyone.

"Even Archbishop Haita couldn't do anything about it... we... we're truly saved!"

"It's gone! My horn is gone!"

"I'm not a monster anymore, I'm not a monster anymore..."

Everyone rushed out of the house, basking in the sunlight without restraint, and wept bitterly.

The old man they had spoken with earlier grabbed Xia En's hand excitedly, choking back tears for a long time before he could utter a complete sentence.

Xia En could understand the old man's feelings.

Just like a patient who has been diagnosed with terminal cancer and has lost interest in life, if one day they are suddenly cured by luck, the joy of surviving is hard to describe in words.

"You saved the village, and we should reward you, but... as you all see, we've been sick for years, and our land has been abandoned. If it weren't for the relief arranged by Bishop Haita, we would probably have died of fright or starvation long ago. So... could you..."

The old man wiped away his tears and said with some shame.

"It's alright, Haita has already paid you."

"So Archbishop Haita has already paid for it for us! What a kind person! Then we can forget about this magic book..."

"A grimoire?"

Frillie grasped the key point, and a glint flashed in her eyes.

"There's a magic book in the village. I was thinking of using it as payment..."

"Can!"

"Didn't I already pay...?"

The village chief was a little confused.

You misheard me.

Frillie was very certain.

"..."

And so, Frilian happily "got" a new magic book.

Philon was very dissatisfied and criticized her for not accepting extra payment, saying it was wrong.

Frillie asked Shane for help.

Shayne wisely chose to remain neutral.

Ultimately, at Philon's insistence, the three of them did not rush to set off. Instead, they stayed in the village for a few more days to help the villagers repair the village, as compensation for the magic book.

They had a clear division of labor: Philon was responsible for helping the villagers with their work.

Xia En was responsible for helping the village women soothe the children.

Frillie is in charge of sleeping.

Everyone shines in their own area of expertise...

"Um--" Two days later, Philon puffed out his cheeks and glared at Shane with a displeased expression.

Shane raised his hands in surrender, "You can't blame me for this! Mages really have a natural advantage in their field of work."

[Floating Magic] can be used to move heavy objects, [Flying Magic] can be used to reach things at high places, and even [Normal Attack Magic] can be used to punch holes in fences.

It goes with everything!

Extremely practical!

Someone like Shane, who has no magical talent but only a special skill, can only gain some favor by helping the neighbor lady soothe her child.

"Um--" Philen was still puffing out her cheeks.

Shane scratched his head.

"You're not angry about that?"

Philen remained silent.

Helpless, Shane went to the room and pulled Frillie out of bed.

The white-haired elf, with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, instantly snapped awake when he saw Philon's sullen face.

"Be-because of me?"

Xia En, who was standing to the side, nodded without hesitation.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

Frillie immediately backed down.

When they left the village, Philen was still angry. Shane and Frilian followed cautiously behind her, not daring to breathe.

What exactly went wrong...?

The two whispered among themselves, completely clueless.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, and a few willow catkins drifted down and landed on Xia En's face.

He reached out and brushed it away, then couldn't help rubbing his nose.

Achoo— Suddenly, Frillie sneezed out from beside her.

"Ah, summer is almost here again..."

summer!

In an instant, Xia En knew what Philen was angry about.

"Hey, Frilian, Philon's birthday is coming up soon..."