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After Yulian helped the soldiers carry several full bags of wheat onto the ox cart, the ox cart gradually moved away.
Why didn't I see that old man whose white hair was increasing? Where did he go?
The soldiers didn't ask another question.
Since they had received the grain, everything was fine.
"You should leave too, right?"
"Frieren."
Yulian looked at Frieren behind him.
She had seen the Fountain of Youth, learned some small Magic, and heard enough about the local customs, folklore, and legends.
Frieren really should leave.
Spending the winter in such a small Village is far less comfortable than spending it in a city.
"I plan to leave after winter."
Frieren turned and returned from the small yard into the house.
Although Yulian found it strange, if Frieren didn't leave, he couldn't force her.
Yulian could only guess, was it to monitor himself?
Yulian was 100% sure that Frieren had known his Demon Race identity days ago, but he didn't know why she hadn't acted against him.
But it was good that she didn't act.
Yulian had no intention of giving up such a peaceful life for the time being.
It snowed.
The heavy snow flying everywhere fell on the ground, forming a thick layer.
"Brother Yulian, come and see!"
"It's snowing!"
Stepping on the thick snow, Nico came from Frieren's wooden house, leaving footprints one by one, to Yulian's window.
"It's snowing."
Yulian naturally put on his clothes, got up, and opened the door.
Yulian's habit of sleeping in had been largely changed by Nico during this time.
Whenever Nico called Yulian, Yulian would always respond to her requests.
Any time, any place.
So, thankfully, besides clamoring to go to the so-called land where souls sleep forever, the little girl had recovered her usual liveliness and activity.
The dead are gone forever, but the living still have hope.
The dead are gone forever, but the living must still hold hope for life and the future.
"Frieren?"
Looking at Frieren behind Nico, Yulian's eyes widened slightly.
"It's so cold {{(>_<)}}."
Frieren shivered, hugging her arms.
Going out in such a cold winter was still too difficult for her, being an elf.
"Brother Yulian, let's play in the snow."
Nico scooped up a handful of snow from the ground and made a gesture to throw it at Yulian.
Yulian raised his hand to block, but while Nico wasn't paying attention, he suddenly grabbed a snowball from the ground and launched a sneak attack.
"Pop!"
The cold snowball, after being dodged by Nico's movement technique, hit Frieren squarely on her snotty face.
"Splatter~"
The snowball quietly slid down Frieren's face, and only then did the dazed Frieren snap back to reality with a dark expression.
"Counterattack!"
"Sister Frieren!"
Nico's eyes lit up, and after shouting with her hand raised, she first threw a snowball at Yulian and then handed Frieren a snowball.
"Huh..."
Frieren was slightly stunned and hesitantly followed suit, throwing the snowball.
Strangely, as she threw the snowball, Frieren suddenly felt an indescribable sense of joy, and the unpleasantness in her heart disappeared.
However, this joy was very short-lived.
"Pop!"
"Pop pop!"
One, then two snowballs hit the faces of the two one after another.
Accompanying their silence was Yulian's hearty laughter.
"No way,"
"I thought you were tougher?"
On the small snow slope, Yulian stood with his hands on his hips, laughing proudly.
A snowball fight thus began.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long.
"Stop throwing, Brother Yulian."
"I surrender, I surrender, okay!"
"Me too~"
(*´･_･｀)
Before long, Frieren and Nico, covered in snow, were already exhausted and lying on the ground, shouting surrender.
A cold-averse elf and an ordinary human girl were indeed no match for the Demon King who was in the mood to play.
"Nothing more than this."
Yulian smiled smugly and reached out to pull the two up.
"Let's go, go back and change clothes."
"I'll make something for you to eat."
"Okay!"
After the two answered in unison, the two figures, one large and one small, walked into Frieren's house.
Only after the three left, no one noticed that the flying snowflakes subtly formed a strange human face that flickered in the air.
This winter was colder than any previous winter.
The fireplace in the wooden house burned fiercely, but the indoor temperature never seemed to rise.
Only by staying close to the fireplace could one feel a hint of warmth.
"Brother Yulian, it's so cold this year."
Nico was wrapped in a small blanket, leaning against Yulian and shivering.
Her tender little hands kept alternating positions above the fireplace and inside the blanket.
Frieren was also wrapped in a blanket, leaning against Yulian, but she had her eyes closed and wasn't moving, looking like she had fallen asleep.
"It seems that guy has revived."
Yulian tightened the small blanket around him and secretly circulated his Magic power within his body to resist the bone-chilling cold.
It had been ten years. In Stanther Village, Yulian had never seen such a winter.
Such a winter, Yulian had only heard about in the legends of the Mountain Hero.
Heavy snow flew everywhere, raging across this land.
Cold arrived unnaturally, summoned by the Snow demon.
She hid within the snowflakes, freezing everything in this land, creating her own kingdom.
But evil cannot last forever.
Just as the frozen beings were about to lose their lives, the Mountain Hero appeared with his small team!
The legend didn't say how the Hero sealed the Snow demon.
Yulian naturally didn't know either.
Yulian's only guess was that the seal had loosened and needed to be reinforced.
If nothing was done, Yulian and Nico could withstand it, but Nico and the villagers would suffer.
"Nico, you stay here and take care of Frieren."
"I'll be back soon."
Yulian instructed Nico, got up, took the Hero's Sword from under the bed, and walked out of the house.
The sword emitted a faint cold light, carrying a sense of "sharpness."
As if it could cut through anything.
Yulian did not sense any Magic fluctuations.
Yulian vaguely felt that the cold carried by the snowflakes was somewhat similar to Frieren's gaze pressure Magic.
It was impossible to find the location of the Magic caster through Magic fluctuations.
Yulian walked slowly in this world of ice and snow.
While maintaining constant vigilance, he searched for the presence of the Snow demon.
"It should be in the mountains."
Yulian glanced at the mountains; the once forested mountains now resembled an icy mountain range.
They were completely different from before.
And the source of the cold air mainly came from here.
Go?
Go!
Without the slightest hesitation.
Yulian took a breath and stepped forward resolutely.
However, what made Yulian suspicious was that he always felt something around him was watching him.
Snowflakes?
These snowflakes always intentionally or unintentionally clung to Yulian.
Even the barrier formed by Magic on Yulian's body couldn't stop them.
Yulian kept an eye on it but didn't show any signs of abnormality.
Frozen wild rabbits.
Leaves frozen in mid-air.
Entering the mountains, Yulian felt the chaotic space and time.
Anyone related to either of these two was undoubtedly a strong among the strong.
Yulian had the intention to retreat.
He hadn't fought for over 500 years.
The title of Demon King was certainly fearsome, but in this real world.
Even a Demon King could die.
Yulian retreated.
But he retreated for a long time yet never saw the way he came.
"Drip!"
"Drop!"
Sweat dripped from Yulian's forehead, freezing into ice as it fell to the ground.
An invisible enemy, powerful and terrifying.
In this world of ice and snow, in this silent world, with Yulian's keen intuition, he couldn't detect anything living.
The unknown is the most terrifying.
"Magic: Path of Guidance!"
Yulian raised the Hero's Sword in his hand and fiercely slashed towards the ground.
"Bang! Crack!"
A violent roar sounded, and the Hero's Sword, carrying immense power, slammed heavily onto the ground.
A normal mountain path appeared on the ground, with no end in sight.
But Yulian knew that was the way back.
"Go!"
The snow grew heavier, and the power of the ice and snow caused the previously wide path to gradually narrow.
Yulian didn't have time to think much and quickly started running.
"Wind!"
A strong wind blew, it was the Snow demon preventing Yulian from leaving!
"Demon King!"
Finally, the monster in the snow couldn't hold back and cried out.
But this cry was so intimate!
"Demon King?"
Yulian froze.
Only Great Demons would address him like that!
This monster in the snow, a demon?
Recognized him?
Yulian was shocked!
His steps couldn't help but stop.
It was at this moment that the snowflakes in his mouth began to condense around Yulian.
A blurry human figure could vaguely be seen.
"It's me, Demon King."
As the gentle female voice sounded, the figure also gradually gained substance.
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