I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 098

Between the low mountains, the village houses were scattered, and in the distance, taller towers could be seen.

At the entrance of the village, near the riverbank, a bridge had been built between the cliffs.

‘Dong dong—’ The bell chimed.

Subtitles appeared.

— 29 years after the death of Hero Himmel, Northern Nations, Lat Region.

Stark, Frieren, Fern, and Sein walked along the village streets, looking around.

Fern walked and observed, “There seem to be many shops here.”

Stark also agreed, “It’s definitely worth a good shopping trip.”

Frieren, however, glanced to the side, feeling that this place was somewhat familiar.

Back then.

She had been here with Himmel and the other three.

She recalled that whenever they arrived at a new place, Heiter would always scan the village and town streets, looking for hanging wine glasses on the upper floors.

Upon seeing them, he would have a look of longing.

In the scene.

“This city is so lively, and there are many taverns.” Heiter was staring at the town’s taverns at the time.

“Oh, Frieren.” Himmel’s gentle voice sounded, “Let’s go shopping together later.”

Himmel invited Frieren.

‘Hm?’ Frieren turned her head.

Himmel’s profile was very gentle, “There seem to be many good shops here.”

“I guess so.”

[Oh my god, that look, so gentle!]

[Details!]

Frieren stopped, turning her head to look to the side.

A blue scarf was tied into a bow.

“What are you spacing out for, Frieren?” Stark called from ahead.

Frieren’s smile had not even fully formed before Stark interrupted her.

She paused for two seconds, then followed Fern and Stark.

In the shot, a bell tower appeared.

Then.

It lingered on a sign for an inn.

“Does it have to be so extreme?” Stark shouted loudly, tears even welling up in the corners of his eyes from frustration, “You always pick on me!”

“Do you hate me that much?” Stark’s arms tensed with confused anger.

Stark shouted at Fern opposite him.

Fern’s face puffed up with anger.

[Stark is so cute when he cries.]

“Enough! I’m going back to Master!”

Fern was stunned when she saw Stark turn his head and say that.

‘Bang!!’ The door slammed shut, and both Fern and Frieren felt the vibration.

Even the chandelier on the ceiling swayed from the impact.

[Stark: I’m going back to my mother’s house!]

‘Hmph—╭(╯^╰)╮’ Fern clenched her fist, so angry she wanted to hit someone.

[Big mushroom!]

[Big puff-shroom, about to burst with anger.]

In the inn hallway, Stark was so angry he looked like a crab.

“Why is she always like this?”

“Can’t she just listen to me for a bit?”

Beside him, Sein, who had just come upstairs, unexpectedly looked at the very upset Stark in the hallway. Stark angrily left the inn.

‘Creak—’ Frieren opened the room door.

Sein turned back, “Why such a fuss?”

“Did the young couple have a fight?”

[Pfft, big bro, you’re so right.]

[Young couple, hahaha.]

[Oh, you’re the number one CP shipper.]

[Hahahaha, big bro sees through it at a glance.]

[Finally, someone with clear eyes speaks! I knew the atmosphere between these two little ones was different.]

Frieren turned to look inside the room and explained:

“Today is Fern’s birthday.”

‘╭(╯^╰)╮Hmph—’ Fern was still angry, clearly beyond infuriated.

“Stark didn’t prepare a gift.”

Sein walked into the room.

“So Fern got angry.”

Seeing Fern with a furrowed brow, an angry expression, and making huffing sounds.

Sein felt a sense of unease and pressure, sweat beading on his face.

Frieren closed the door and walked over.

“Honestly, I think what you said today was too harsh.” Frieren said to Fern.

She sat on the edge of Fern’s bed, leaning closer and saying, “You wouldn’t listen to anything Stark said.”

Sein interjected, “I didn’t prepare a gift either.”

“Men, these creatures.”

“They just don’t care about trivial things like birthdays and anniversaries.”

[Hiss, big bro, how can you compare to Stark?]

Hearing this.

‘Hm—?’ Fern got even angrier.

‘Bang!’ Fern stood up directly and kicked Sein hard.

“Ouch!” Sein cried out in pain.

‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’

Fern still didn’t feel satisfied and continued to kick several more times.

“I get it!” Sein quickly begged for mercy.

“I’ll go buy it for you, just stop the low kicks!”

Frieren closed her eyes, took a breath, and sighed helplessly.

‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’ Fern’s foot was still kicking Sein, showing no sign of stopping.

“You’ll have knee pain later.”

Finally.

Fern stopped.

“Can’t take it, Stark is so pitiful.” Sein dragged a chair over, crossed his legs, rubbed his leg, and half-closed his eyes as he grumbled.

“At my age, after a few glares, I’d just get over it.”

Sein felt it from the bottom of his heart, “But boys his age can become… because of a girl’s words…”

“…anxious and insecure.”

Sein rubbed his leg twice, then stood up and walked towards the door.

Fern’s expression was very disappointed after hearing that.

At this moment, the background music, with the plucking of strings, also made the atmosphere instantly feel downcast.

Sein paused at the door and said, “I suggest you go after him.”

Then he left the room.

[Sein: Without me, this family would fall apart!]

[Wuwuwu, why? In this situation, Fern is clearly very sad too, okay?]

[So angry the tomato turned into a crab.]

[Just because of a birthday gift, they can get this angry?]

[It’s because she cares. If she didn’t care, who would silently fume like this.]

Frieren sat on the edge of the bed, turning to look at Fern.

Leaning forward, she smiled and advised, “Go find him.”

Fern’s eyes flickered, showing wavering.

Scene change.

In the town square.

Stark was squatting on the central flowerbed in the square, his back to the statue.

He lowered his head, reached out and pulled back the sleeve on his left hand, looking at the silver bracelet on it.

This was what Fern had given him for his birthday.

‘Sigh—’ Stark sighed, lowered his gaze, and pondered whether he had been too harsh.

At the street corner.

Fern seemed to have seen him. She clenched her fists.

She wanted to lift her foot, but then stopped in place.

At this moment.

Sein arrived in front of a leather bag shop, picked up a small bag with a butterfly design, and looked at it.

“Come to think of it, her hair ornament also has a butterfly pattern.”

Fern walked up beside him.

Sein turned his head.

“This bag is quite cute.” Fern saw the bag in Sein’s hand.

“Don’t like it?” Sein asked.

[Doesn’t seem so, isn’t her hair ornament always quite complex?]

“No.” Fern said directly, “I just find it annoying that you seem to understand women so well.”

“It makes me very unhappy.”

Sein was speechless, turned back and said, “Is that so.”

“Did you find Stark?”

Fern paused, her hands unsure where to put them, clutching her sleeve, “He’s in the square…”

[I suddenly realized why there was a shot of Stark’s hand and Fern’s hand before.]

“Couldn’t bring yourself to speak, huh…” Sein put the bag back, put his hands on his hips, and analyzed.

Sein seemed to understand, turning around with a gentle tone.

“I get it, you don’t actually dislike him, do you?”

“You just don’t know how to interact with boys your age.”

Fern looked at him upon hearing this.

Sein sighed, “Ah, youth.”

Then he looked at the bags in the shop, “Enough talk, pick what you like.”

[Bro, you really understand.]

[The charm of a mature man!]

[Emotional master!]

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