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[Hello, Frieren.]
[I presume by the time you see this letter, I will have already left.]
[But there's no need to be sad,]
[After all, journeys are always full of partings.]
[Where there are partings, there will naturally be reunions.]
[I believe we will eventually meet again in the days to come.]
[Oh, please be sure to tell Stark and Fern as well.]
[Including you.]
[Even when we're not together, let's all be well,]
[I look forward to reuniting with everyone in the future.]
[——Yulian.]
By the time Frieren finished reading the letter Stark brought her, She had already changed into a clean white nightgown and was ready for bed.
"What did Mr. Yulian say?"
Fern, who was already lying in bed nearby, Sat up in bed.
She looked at Frieren, who was sitting by the bed, quietly reading the letter without speaking.
She opened her mouth to ask.
"It's a bit flowery..." Frieren first muttered, then began to talk about the contents of the envelope.
"Basically, he told me to tell you and Stark..."
"That we'll meet again later, and that we shouldn't miss him too much."
"To be happy even when we're not together."
Is that so...
Fern lowered her head slightly.
"Isn't it just a brief farewell? He talks as if we'll be very sad."
After complaining, Frieren looked at Fern, who suddenly lowered her head and fell silent.
Fern seemed a bit downcast, and Frieren was slightly taken aback.
Her small mouth opened slightly.
No way, Fern is really sad!
He didn't die!
In the adult world, aren't separations and reunions completely normal?
"Hmm..."
"Fern, it's okay."
Frieren gently climbed onto the bed and stroked Fern's soft purple long hair.
She comforted her softly.
"Mr. Yulian still left, Mistress Frieren..."
Fern buried her head in Frieren's chest sadly.
She sobbed softly.
Yulian's companionship throughout the journey, those beautiful memories, seemed vivid.
Fern's eyes became increasingly moist.
Finally, large drops of tears fell.
"Fern..."
Frieren gently held Fern, who was crying in her arms.
Like an adult comforting a child in her memory, she silently patted Fern's back.
Next door, Stark withdrew his gaze from the quiet moonlight outside the window.
He looked at the empty bed.
He had a melancholic expression.
Yulian is gone...
From now on, he'll have to sleep alone.
And it will be difficult to find someone who is both a teacher and a friend, someone to listen to his many troubles that others don't understand.
Just as Yulian said, At this moment, he had arrived at the city gate of Äußerst.
A carriage had already stopped there early, waiting for him.
"Step—step—"
Footsteps sounded.
Yulian quietly stopped in front of the carriage.
The curtain of the carriage was pulled back slightly.
Revealing Wirbel's roguishly handsome face.
"Frontliner, you're here."
"Get in."
Yulian wanted to argue that he wanted to be a Mage.
But finally, seeing his Hero attire, he still nodded.
Without saying much, he got into the carriage.
The carriage slowly began to move.
The journey to the Northern Plateau had begun.
"Honestly, I thought you'd run away..." Ehre was sitting next to Wirbel.
Opposite them sat Yulian, and next to Yulian was Scharf.
"You even noticed that..." Yulian shrugged helplessly.
"I originally planned to run away, but in the end, I decided against it."
"Oh~"
Wirbel became a little interested.
He teased, "Are you planning to stay here and marry the young lady of the Lars family?"
"You know about that too."
Yulian looked shocked.
Damn it!
Good news stays home, bad news travels a thousand miles!
"Of course..." Wirbel nodded gently.
A mocking smile curved his lips.
"That old guy Count Lars even sent someone to tell me to take care of you a bit."
"Not to affect the wedding later."
Incredible!
Yulian couldn't help but give a thumbs-up.
He felt that everything was both within reason and beyond expectation.
"However, you are the frontliner of our team!"
Wirbel laughed heartily, patting Yulian's shoulder.
"If we encounter danger, you can't shrink back."
"You have to step up!"
Is he trying to test me?
Yulian didn't quite like Wirbel's tone.
As a frontliner, he would naturally do his duty.
But perhaps he misunderstood that Yulian had 'begged' Count Lars to have him take care of him.
What a headache.
Yulian felt that a simple matter had become complicated.
"Wirbel..." Ehre frowned, looking at Wirbel, who had a displeased look.
"It's our honor that Yulian is willing to join our team..."
"How can you take out your anger on Yulian because of the actions of some nobles?"
See, there are still good people.
Yulian felt a little more at ease.
"I also think Mr. Yulian is not someone who fears death."
Scharf raised his hand.
Agreeing with Ehre's statement.
"This..."
Wirbel was slightly silent.
After a moment.
Wirbel nodded seriously.
He took a deep breath.
He lowered his head towards Yulian and apologized, "Sorry, Mr. Yulian, I was wrong about you."
Yulian felt like he hadn't said much the whole time.
But as long as the outcome was good, that was fine.
"It's okay, since we are a team."
"As companions, trusting each other is enough."
Yulian smiled and extended his hand to Wirbel.
The grudges between men come quickly, And go quickly.
Wirbel smiled and shook hands with Yulian.
The two were reconciled as before.
"I heard from your tone that you don't seem to like nobles much?"
Yulian noticed what they had said earlier and asked curiously.
"Hmm..."
The three of them looked at each other upon hearing Yulian's words and fell silent.
You see, Yulian's identity was that of a noble.
And his father-in-law was a prominent figure among nobles.
The famous Count Lars.
If they answered truthfully, wouldn't they be directly offending him?
However, thinking of the word companion that Yulian used, Wirbel still spoke.
"Because the nobles in my hometown when I was a child were all bastards who only knew how to collect taxes and grain..."
"Whether bandits came, or the Demons invaded..."
"Many people would die every time."
"So over time, I developed a deep hatred for nobles."
So it was his childhood experience.
Yulian nodded gently and looked at Ehre.
If he remembered correctly, She was the granddaughter of Lernen, wasn't she?
As a powerful Mage, Although they were not nobles, they were the kind of people who received attention and even praise from nobles, right?
"As for me, my hometown was also like that when I was a child."
Ehre glanced lightly at Wirbel.
Thinking: She really didn't know if this idiot had realized that she was the little girl he liked when he was a child...
Wirbel naturally hadn't noticed.
Being straightforward as he was, he was currently sympathizing with Ehre's hometown for also experiencing such things.
These nobles really are bastards!
"I, on the other hand, have nothing."
Scharf saw Yulian looking at him.
He waved his hand.
"My family is even a minor noble."
"The reason I dislike nobles is simply that I can't stand their ways."
Scharf's tone was serious.
"I am a good noble."
Having exchanged some words with all three, Yulian smiled and nodded.
But in his heart, he was thinking again, what kind of strange team had he joined...
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