What if you are reborn as a demon after a funeral?

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Under her command, the ice spikes floating in the air suddenly flew out in a crisscross pattern, heading towards the clone that was chasing after them not far away.

The sharp tip could easily pierce through a human body, but the clone, with a light movement, twisted its body and avoided these already chaotic icicles.

This spurred Rabindranath to a desperate gamble, and with a furious roar, he unleashed a white storm from the tip of his staff.

A dense barrage of ice spikes rained down like a bullet hell, creating a cloud of white mist that left the clones with no escape in the narrow passage, but...

When faced with an unavoidable attack, the clone simply and calmly flicked its wand.

Bang!! Bang!! Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!

Dense, invisible slashes shot out like a sword dance in an instant, cutting through the barrage of ice spikes at the same time, turning into countless ice fragments in mid-air.

The sight looked magnificent... but unfortunately, Rabindranath simply didn't have the leisure to appreciate it.

Faced with the flying slash, she instinctively raised her hand to form a defensive spell, which easily blocked the slash, but the statues on both sides were cut off and smashed down on her from above.

Her eyes widened instinctively, and she turned to run away again, but she didn't notice that a gap had appeared on the ground, caused by the slash. She stumbled and instantly lost her balance.

Oh no, this is really the end for her!? As her body crashed to the ground, her cheek scraping against the cold, hard surface, feeling the sudden pain, she was unwillingly but clearly aware that she was helplessly falling to the ground.

The clones following closely behind were still slowly approaching.

The fear of death made his whole body feel as if it were bound by invisible shackles, making even the slightest movement incredibly difficult. His fingers had lost their usual sharpness, and he couldn't reach the escape bottle hanging at his waist.

All that remained were the deep, razor-sharp wounds covering her body, and the pain from the abrasions on her face, relentlessly eroding her senses.

His azure eyes wavered with grief, and a shadow of despair involuntarily fell over his handsome profile.

"Damn it—!" she cursed through gritted teeth at the last moment, almost closing her eyes to await death... but suddenly another set of footsteps came from behind her.

Before he could even turn around, the blade flashed across his vision like lightning, leaving a dazzling silver-white trail, precisely and cleanly slicing Yubel's body in two from his left shoulder to his right side.

The movements were so swift and precise, like the perfect lines drawn by an artist on a canvas.

The extraordinary slashing technique, with its sharpness, caused the severed "flesh" to instantly lose sensation.

Time seemed to freeze in that one strike, until several seconds later... when reality finally caught up with the astonishing speed, the dark "blood" gushed out from the wound that had already come to understand its pain, as if waking from a dream.

The clone's body tilted, broke apart, and fell apart, turning into tiny black fragments in mid-air before disappearing completely.

The Burial of Frilian: The Officially Beginning Journey: Chapter Thirty-Seven - A Disdainful Lift of the Skirt - The Exam Turns into a Deal - Is It All Celie's Fault?

The threat vanished in an instant... a minimalist yet exquisitely beautiful slash, leaving Rabine standing on the floor, dumbfounded, staring at the spot where the copy had disappeared.

After a long pause, she looked at the strangely familiar figure beside her and asked, "Why...why are you here?"

Compared to her astonishment, Ash, looking at the girl who had changed back into her blue gothic lolita outfit, sighed softly, sheathed his sword, and squatted down beside her, saying helplessly:

"Rabind, how could you... say such things to your savior?"

“…I didn’t ask you to save me…” Rabindranath instinctively turned his face away upon hearing this, but still felt it wasn’t quite right, so he whispered in an almost imperceptible voice, “…But thank you…”

"You're welcome, but to be honest, I don't really want to help you."

"—Ha, ha?!" The silver-haired girl's undisguised attitude instantly made her bristle and she was about to pounce on him: "What kind of attitude is this! Did you deliberately save me to humiliate me?!"

"Didn't you just say you didn't ask me for help? And I didn't want to help either. Isn't this a two-way street in a way? Why are you angry?"

"I don't want to go through this mutual ordeal! If you don't want to save someone, then don't save them!"

"...Although what you said makes a lot of sense, you've actually misunderstood me." He expressionlessly reached out and pressed his hand against the face of the girl who was clutching his collar, forcefully pushing her away. "When I said I didn't want to help you, it was because I'm still taking exams...but if there's a real danger of death, I can't just sit idly by, can I? So I had no choice but to intervene."

"Well....."

This sudden change of tone brought Rabinh's anger to an abrupt halt, leaving him staring at him blankly.

Finding her emotional shifts quite amusing, Ash couldn't resist teasing her further, saying, "But when others ask me to help, they use their family's magic in exchange. Shouldn't you reciprocate in kind?"

"My family doesn't have any family-inherited magic, only very ordinary magic."

“You misunderstood. What I meant was... shouldn’t you show your gratitude? It’s not about taking advantage of someone’s kindness or anything, but I still hope that you can at least be like Connecticut.”

Rather than being cold and sarcastic, he actually hoped that when the child came to his home, he could be a little nicer and gentler to him.

This way, the atmosphere at home will be better, and reading will be more comfortable, but...

"...The same as Connecticut?" Rabindranath's expression froze instantly upon hearing this.

"That's not a high request, is it?"

"—Where am I not tall?? How can I be the same as that guy who always wears crop tops?!"

Although he believed that his suggestion was so ordinary, even generous, that it should be acceptable to most people.

However, Rabinhee reacted like an enraged lioness, her chest heaving with anger, each deep breath causing her high breasts to tremble, coupled with her flushed face and sharp, furious gaze...

No matter how you looked at it, his expression revealed a sign of extreme restraint, as if anger and reason were engaged in a silent battle within him, leaving Ash completely bewildered.

"No... what's wrong with Connie? I think she's a good girl, so why are you so angry?"

“…Pervert!” Rabinheth practically spat out the word through gritted teeth.

"Only Connecticut is not abnormal."

"—I'm talking about you!" Rabine's voice suddenly rose, pointing directly at Ash, causing him to involuntarily lower his eyes and stroke his chin in annoyance: "...Did I save a thankless wretch?"

"...Never mind!!"

Not only did he seek to repay a debt of gratitude, but he also went so far as to stand on a moral high ground. Rabindranath stared at him with icy eyes, looking at him as if he were an insect. His eyes were filled with disgust and shame that were about to overflow.

Then she gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, her fingertips turning white from the force. Gritting her teeth and suppressing her shame, she slowly lifted it, revealing her breathtaking beauty:

"You're the worst kind of person...! I will never forgive you!"

"..."

Rabine's words were filled with determination, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, but Ash stared at the girl in front of him in astonishment.

Because he knew he had no idea what he had done wrong to make Rabinha so angry that he was even willing to reveal this private side of himself in his anger.

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Inside the dungeon, the dimly lit passageways are illuminated only by candlelight and magic stone lamps.

For some reason, the silver-haired girl in the Gothic Lolita outfit lifted her skirt with a look of disgust, revealing not only the light blue fabric but also her well-defined, fair, and flawless abdomen, with her abs clearly visible.

This even made him wonder if Rabinhne wanted to show him the good side of things, and then kill him... so that his conscience wouldn't be too bothered?

He stared blankly for a long time, troubled for a long time... until finally, meeting the girl's icy gaze that seemed to want to kill, he uttered a puzzled sound:

"What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Do you have a crush on me? Is this how you're trying to seduce me? But I don't have any strange interests. At least don't look at me so coldly. I'm not a real insect..."

"—Stop pretending to be a gentleman!! Didn't you want to touch my stomach?!"

"...When did I ever say such a thing?"

"Just like Connie...! You said it yourself!" Rabinha, filled with shame and indignation, was practically grinding his teeth to powder.

"I'm sorry, you've probably misunderstood. What I meant was... your attitude towards me has always been terrible, so I hope you can be a little better in your attitude, just like Connie."

As he observed the girl before him, he carefully chose his words, explaining, "Ultimately, it was Connie herself who forbade me from talking about those things with anyone, so I haven't heard anything about her telling anyone, much less know that she wouldn't know..."

"So, that means...?" The sudden truth made the girl's shoulders and hands, which were holding up her skirt, tremble uncontrollably. Her face turned so red it almost bled, and tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes. She said incredulously, "All of this... was all... a misunderstanding on my part? All of it was my own fault..."

"Ah, don't say that. At least I really appreciate your gratitude. But you should put your skirt down first, or you'll catch a cold."

He pressed down on the hem of her skirt with one hand, and casually patted the girl's smooth belly with the other...

In that instant, Rabindran jumped back as if electrocuted, clutching his stomach with both hands and tears welling in his eyes:

"—Didn't you say it was all a misunderstanding?! You were lying after all?!"

"How could that be? I just felt that since you've already lifted your skirt, you can't let it go to waste, right? You'll get angry eventually anyway, right? And... well, it doesn't feel bad." He looked at his palm and nodded to himself.

"Don't you dare reminisce about the feel of it, or I'll kill you!!"

As Rabinhahn gritted his teeth and a sudden burst of ice appeared beside him, the surrounding air temperature plummeted.

But Ash didn't seem to care. He simply patted her head, finally adopting an adult demeanor: "Let's do that kind of thing when we get back. Right now... are you planning to continue your exams or go back?"

"...Of course, continue."

"Can you still walk? Your thigh is injured, isn't it?"

"—Did you see that?!" Rabine, who had been about to slap his hand away, reflexively covered the hem of her skirt that she had just lowered, glaring at him with murderous eyes: "...Pervert!"

"You showed it to me, didn't you? It wasn't like I wanted to." Although he wasn't unwilling, after all, who would hate perks? — Ash, who considered himself perfectly normal, couldn't speak his mind because of his reputation, but he also didn't want to be misunderstood too much.

Rabindé retorted, a mixture of shame and indignation: "Didn't you say you were a gentleman, a kind and gentle old man?! Then why did you watch it?"

"I can't help it. Wouldn't I feel inferior if I didn't look at you?"

"No way!!" The strange attention made Rabine almost lose control and go crazy: "—You even touched...touched!"

"You're showing it to me so I can touch it, and you'll be upset if I don't, right? It's just your belly, don't say it in a weird way, or people will misunderstand."

"So...no! I won't be sad or feel inferior!!"

"No way..." Compared to Rabine, who was so excited he was about to lose control and even perished with him, he merely nodded slightly, then looked the girl in front of him up and down, who had many scrapes and knife wounds: "Can you still walk? Should I carry you? Or should we just throw the bottle and give up the exam?"