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After twenty-nine years of the Era of Humans.
Northern Lands.
Appetit region.
This was an ordinary small city in the north, but even such an ordinary small city had towering walls and several fortresses guarding it.
"Is this really just a small city?"
Following Frieren's steps into the city, Fern was slightly astonished.
"In scale, it is indeed a small city."
Frieren replied calmly, her gaze occasionally lingering on the orderly houses around the street.
"But it looks..."
Fern's lips parted slightly.
She wanted to say that the level of strict defense in this city didn't look like something a small city should have at all.
This small city, guarded by towering walls, high watchtowers, and spaced-out fortresses, looked anything but ordinary.
"You'll get used to it, most cities in the Northern Lands are like this."
Yulian gave Fern a wry smile.
As the Demon King, he knew these cities in the Northern Lands too well!
Wasn't it just because they were afraid of not having armed forces during wartime, so they were increasing their combat power at all times...
This was also why Yulian didn't think much of the armies of the Central Lands and even the Southern Countries.
The Demon Clan started by facing humanity's elites, even the elites among elites, so Yulian later almost didn't take their armies seriously when he was in the Central Lands or Southern Countries.
He even considered a plan to use the sea route to flank and first capture the Southern Countries and Central Lands in case war broke out.
The only enemies the Demon Clan respected, from beginning to end, were the Empire and the Northern Lands.
"It's been a long time since we arrived in a city!"
Stark looked at everything around him after a long time.
Unlike Fern, Stark, born in the Warrior's Village, was considered a person of the Northern Lands.
For the sight of this small city in the Northern Lands, Stark only felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.
Returning to a small city in the Northern Lands, Stark uncharacteristically felt a sense of returning home.
"Finally, I can relax!"
"Anyway, after putting away our luggage at the inn, we'll have free time tonight."
Frieren withdrew her gaze from observing her surroundings, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
She also wanted to have a good rest~
"Mistress Frieren, do you want to go out tonight?"
Fern nodded gently and then asked Frieren.
Generally, during free time, she would be with Frieren, while Stark would be with Yulian.
Generally, the boys' team and the ladies' team were clearly distinct.
"I, plan to look at magic grimoires at the inn."
Frieren hesitated for a moment, then hid beside Yulian and replied.
"I see, then I'll go by myself."
Fern glanced at Frieren with disappointment, then lowered her head.
She felt a sense of melancholy.
"But you can ask Yulian and Stark what they think."
Frieren pulled Yulian and Stark closer to Fern.
Frieren definitely wanted to rest well, but Frieren also knew that Fern surely wanted to go out and explore.
After all, upon arriving at a new place, according to Fern's nature, she would naturally have a faint curiosity.
"Mr. Yulian and Sir Stark, do you want to go out?"
Fern said, actually not holding out much hope.
After all, she was all too familiar with their personalities.
"I plan to go eat something good and then..."
Stark scratched his head, his words cut off halfway when Yulian gently nudged him with his elbow.
"I plan to discuss Magic with Frieren, as for Stark and you..."
Yulian glanced at Stark and then at Fern.
"You two can go out together."
"But!"
Stark wanted to retort, but the fierce stare from Yulian as he turned his head made him swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"Sir Stark, do you also want to go out?"
A glimmer of light shone in Fern's eyes.
This stunning backward glance made Stark's heart flutter.
"Uh-huh!"
Stark didn't quite hear Fern's words clearly, but his body had already instinctively nodded vigorously.
"Alright, you know the location of the inn, so hurry up and go explore for a while."
Yulian looked at this scene and couldn't help but show an aunt-like smile.
Good, good, good!
Finally, things are getting back on track a bit!
Frieren and Fern, etc., while girls x girls are good to ship, the love story of Big Puff-shroom and Little Tomato is naturally also moving and praiseworthy!
Ahahahahaha!
Yulian was wildly shipping internally, but was interrupted by Frieren.
"Let's go back to the inn to rest for a bit."
Frieren gently nudged Yulian with her elbow, her expression strange.
She seemed to be speaking casually, but it was clearly very deliberate.
"Uh-huh, I also want to go back to the room to rest first."
Fern also looked at Frieren doubtfully, but still cooperated tacitly.
"In that case, Fern, you can come call me later."
Stark scratched his head, his mind still lingering on the stunning glimpse when Fern suddenly looked up earlier.
So beautiful... Fern...
"Clang!"
The wooden door of the inn room closed, and Fern looked at Frieren, who was changing into her nightgown right in front of her, and asked curiously.
"Mistress Frieren, was there something you needed just now?"
Fern tilted her head in confusion, looking at Frieren who had changed into her clean white short nightgown and was lying comfortably on the bed.
"Uh-huh..."
Frieren nodded vigorously, and then said with some surprise.
"How did you know!"
=ω=!!!
"After all, your sudden idea of wanting me to come back to the inn was too obvious..."
Fern pursed her lips helplessly and smiled softly.
Lying, Mistress Frieren really didn't know how to do it at all...
"Was it that obvious?"
Frieren mumbled with a pout.
"So what was it?"
Fern blinked her eyes curiously.
"Actually, today is Stark's eighteenth birthday."
"I was afraid you'd come back too late after having fun, so I thought I should tell you."
Frieren pouted and smiled.
Although it seems a bit late now...
"Why didn't you tell me in advance..."
"I haven't prepared anything yet..."
As expected, Fern immediately moved closer to Frieren and started complaining.
"You didn't just remember today, did you!"
Fern pressed closer step by step, pinning Frieren beneath her, unable to move.
Frieren could even feel Fern's warm breath and smell the faint fragrance on Fern.
"Sorry~"
=ω=
Frieren couldn't help but blush, showing an apologetic look.
"Then, Mistress Frieren, have you prepared any gifts?"
Looking at Frieren's shy appearance, Fern suddenly snapped back to reality and pulled away from her.
Fern sat on the edge of the bed, tidying her hair which had become messy from her earlier large movements, while asking softly.
"Ah, this!"
Frieren's eyes lit up, and she joyfully jumped up from the bed, ready to hop off with her bare feet.
"Fern, are you ready?"
However, she was interrupted by Stark's voice suddenly sounding from outside the door.
"Mistress Frieren, do you know what Stark likes?"
Fern glanced at the wooden door, then clenched her fists and asked Frieren nervously.
"I don't seem to know what Stark likes..."
Frieren's figure standing on the bed fell into thought.
But then her eyes lit up again, and she prepared to run off the bed.
"But I know what men like..."
"Fern?"
Stark's call sounded again.
"Coming!"
Seeing this, Fern helplessly gave up on asking for Frieren's opinion and went out the door.
"Mistress Frieren, we'll be back later~"
"But I know what men like..."
Frieren sat on the edge of the bed with a faint sense of disappointment, looking at Fern's retreating figure and helplessly wiggling her bare feet.
"Sigh..."
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