I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 083

Inside the wooden house, it was already empty.

With everything packed, everyone was ready to depart.

“I’ll go this way.” Kraft, carrying his pack, said to the three people in front of him, “Frieren.”

“I don’t think this will be our last meeting.”

“See you in a few hundred years.”

[A few hundred years, such a span of time is truly disheartening…]

[As expected of an elf, the time span is just different.]

[For Fern and Stark, this time span means eternal farewell.]

Frieren, along with Fern and Stark behind her, watched Kraft as he walked away.

The camera zoomed out.

One could see that on the mountain path, the snow had melted, revealing the original yellowish-brown earth. The weeds on the ground had turned yellow from the cold winter snow.

Only the distant mountain peaks still had snow that hadn’t melted.

Stark raised his arm and shouted at Kraft’s retreating back, “Take care, old man!”

“I had a great time these past few days!”

Just then.

“Thank you for the pendant you gave me.” Fern, hearing Stark shouting beside her, couldn’t help but shout as well. With Kraft around, she always felt a sense of familiarity with him, much like Heiter.

Kraft’s distant back seemed to have heard her; he extended his left hand and waved to the three behind him.

Goodbye.

The screen turned black.

—Episode 12, The True Hero.

In the audience.

Suddenly.

The audience seemed to awaken.

—“This episode is so heartwarming.”

—“Who exactly is Kraft?”

—“My initial understanding of elves was that they have long lifespans and are very slow to emotions, but Kraft, even though he’s an elf, gives off a very wise impression, as if he’s lived for many years.”

—“What did he go through to make such a slow-witted elf so philosophical?”

—“Perhaps he experienced unimaginable things.”

—“However, what does ‘The True Hero’ refer to? Isn’t it Himmel?”

Everyone looked at the subtitles on the black screen, their thoughts swirling, calming their emotions.

The scene shifted.

Stark walked at the very front, followed closely by Fern, with Frieren trailing last, seemingly very sensitive to the cold.

Subtitles appeared at the top.

— 29 years after the death of Hero Himmel, Northern Nations, Schwer Mountain Range.

[Ah, it’s already been 29 years.]

[The three of them have already spent nearly a year on their journey.]

Frieren and her companions resumed their journey, taking advantage of the calm weather in the mountains and the disappearance of the blizzards to continue crossing the Schwer Mountain Range.

Fern turned her head, looking worriedly at Frieren behind her.

Frieren was swaying, her eyes closed, her body following Fern by inertia as if she were about to fall asleep.

“Lady Frieren seems to be falling asleep,” Fern said to Stark ahead.

“Huh?” Stark turned his head, not expecting someone to fall asleep while walking.

Behind them, a ‘thud’ sound.

The two realized that Frieren had fallen headfirst into the snow.

Fern helped her up, “She fell asleep.”

“No choice, I’ll carry her.”

Hearing Stark’s words, Fern looked up, “But, Stark, your axe…”

Stark was still carrying his axe; what if he hurt Frieren? Such a heavy axe, she couldn’t carry it.

“Oh,” Stark understood, “but look.”

He extended his hands, “My hands are both empty.”

Fern hesitated for a moment.

Stark leaned forward, wiggling his hands in the air, his posture looking odd no matter how one looked at it.

‘Hmm…’ Fern frowned, pulling Frieren closer into her embrace.

Stark looked puzzled, leaning forward and waving his hands towards himself, signaling for Fern to hand Frieren over to him.

Fern felt an inexplicable unwillingness, her cheeks puffing out.

Finally.

“I’ll carry her.” Fern spoke, deciding to carry her herself. She absolutely couldn’t hand Frieren over to him.

She didn’t trust him.

“Uh, why?” Stark was bewildered.

“No reason.”

Fern held Frieren in her arms.

[Hahahahaha.]

[Frieren in the snow looks even more like a giant radish.]

[Tomato asking eggplant for a white radish to make radish vegetable stew, hahahaha.]

[Mama Fern is so worried about her daughter, hahahaha, she’s protective and won’t give her to Stark.]

[Fern initially trusted Stark, but his posture, hahahaha, it’s just… sleazy!]

Frieren, who had fallen into a deep sleep, seemed to be dreaming.

The scene shifted.

It seemed to go back to when Frieren and the others were still in the royal capital, in the king’s palace, respectfully facing the king. At that time, the king had white hair and an aged face, lounging lazily on the throne.

Later.

As they were on their way, Eisen complained, “In the end, His Majesty the King only gave us ten copper coins.”

At that time, Frieren also said, “How stingy.”

[Dreaming of the past.]

[This is when they first started their journey.]

“It’s no wonder,” Heiter could understand at the time. “Countless heroes have set out to defeat the Demon King so far, and all have failed.”

“It’s nothing.”

Himmel’s voice was still gentle and open-minded. He said, “It’s fine to diligently complete the commission to defeat him and earn our travel expenses ourselves.”

[It sounds like there are too many heroes going to defeat the Demon King. Could the Demon King have been piled to death by successive waves of heroes?]

[So what are the regular armies of this world doing?]

‘Clang,’ the sound of a metal sword being drawn. Himmel drew the sword from his waist.

Staring at the blade, he said proudly, “This is what an adventure is like.”

“That’s true,” Heiter agreed with a smile.

Frieren looked at the sword in Himmel’s hand. The blade was wide, and a blue gem was embedded in the hilt. The entire sword looked to be of very high quality.

“Um, this sword, is it the Hero’s Sword?” Frieren asked.

Heiter spoke up to expose it, “It’s a fake.”

Frieren was somewhat surprised.

Himmel turned his head, the sword’s reflection mirroring his blue hair, and said to Frieren:

“I once saved a traveling merchant from a monster in a village.”

“He gave me this as a thank-you gift.”

“He said it was for a future hero.”

“It was just to humor a child.”

[Given to a future hero!]

Listening to Himmel’s words, Frieren asked, “Is that why you became a hero?”

“No,” Himmel said, “it’s because there was a guy named Heiter in the village orphanage who was very annoying.”

“He said my sword was fake, so I could only be a fake hero.” Himmel’s voice was gentle even when speaking fiercely.

Listening to Himmel’s somewhat annoyed tone, Heiter smiled slightly, his eyes full of amusement, and ‘hmph’ed, lowering his head.

Himmel looked at the sword in his hand, “So I decided I would become a true hero.”

Frieren seemed to feel Himmel’s determination.

“In the future, I will definitely obtain the true Hero’s Sword,” Himmel stated confidently, “and defeat the Demon King.”

[This is when Himmel and his group first set out, so they went to pull out the Hero’s Sword later?]

[Isn’t this sword the one Himmel always carried from the beginning?]

[The one in his hand now looks more like the true Hero’s Sword.]