I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 132

Himmel tilted his head, his voice very gentle, “When you have a cold, you tend to feel flustered.”

Frieren lay on the bed, seeing the worry in his eyes.

[What a gentle hero.]

[I ship it, I ship it, I ship it!]

As if remembering something, Himmel closed his eyes and said, “My mother, who passed away early, used to hold my hand like this.”

“For some reason, I would just calm down.”

Frieren lay on the bed, her cheeks flushed and sweating, watching Himmel hold her hand by the bed, smiling as he spoke of his mother from long ago.

“That was when you were a child, wasn’t it?”

Himmel closed his eyes and said gently, “It’s not just children who need emotional support.”

He opened his eyes, turned to look at Frieren, and asked, “Doesn’t feel bad, does it?”

Frieren lay on the bed, panting. Hearing this, she pondered for a moment, “Well…”

“Maybe not bad…”

She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth from his hand.

She inexplicably felt a sense of peace too.

[A trick passed down for three generations.]

[“Thinking of how their journey was filled with gentleness just makes my heart melt…”]

[Isn’t this also a form of legacy?]

“I, who cares about you, am also very handsome, right?” Himmel immediately asked.

His tone carried a hint of teasing.

“You shut up…” Frieren’s voice was weak, laughing as she retorted.

[Every time I want to cry, I see the hero’s narcissism and I don’t want to cry anymore.]

[Always having to show off, hahahah.]

‘Click—’ The wooden door opened.

Heiter opened the door, and Eisen, with a wooden basin on his head, walked in.

“The medicine is ready.”

[I didn’t expect elves to get sick too.]

[So that thing on Eisen’s head is a bowl holder?]

[This feeling of being cared for by the whole party when you’re sick must be wonderful.]

[Himmel never spoke of his love, never confined others with it, like silent fireworks in the sky, yet he always cleared the skies for those who deserved it.]

Thinking of this.

Frieren stood under the ice pillar cherry tree, telling Stark about what the hero Himmel had done before.

Stark looked up at the beautiful scenery, and hearing Frieren’s words, he smiled and said, “Fern felt embarrassed, probably because I was there too.”

“She didn’t want others to see her acting spoiled.”

Frieren smiled after hearing that, “Thank you, Stark.”

She looked at Stark, “I’ll do things my way.”

Frieren understood that the only humans she had interacted with, besides the hero Himmel and his party, were Fern.

She wasn’t sure how to make someone feel comfortable.

But, she would learn.

[Stark understood that Fern was too shy to let him see her acting spoiled, he’s finally getting it!]

[Tomato, you’re finally getting it!]

[Tomato’s emotions are really subtle.]

[Stark must have also noticed that when Fern shyly pushed Frieren away, Frieren was a little disappointed.]

“As a return favor, if you get a cold, I’ll hold your hand too,” Frieren said.

Then she walked towards the ice pillar cherry tree.

Stark looked at Frieren, “No way, that’s too embarrassing.”

[Himmel: I want it! Don’t you dare give it to that kid!]

Frieren walked up the higher slope under the tree, spreading her arms out to balance herself.

“Alright, let’s go pick some mushrooms.”

Under the ice pillar cherry tree, there were many snow-white mushrooms, completely white and reflecting blue light.

If you didn’t look closely, you definitely wouldn’t recognize these mushrooms.

“I’ll pull… heave-ho.”

Frieren held up a mushroom, raising it above her head.

The mushroom was larger than both her heads combined.

“Bigger than I imagined, it’s scary,” Stark was somewhat surprised by the size of the translucent white mushroom.

[Little Frieren picking mushrooms~]

Soon, they returned to the house where Fern was resting.

Frieren stood before a large pot glowing with green light, continuously adding things into it with both hands.

“And then add other ingredients.”

“Stir well…” As she spoke, Frieren held a wooden stick and stirred the contents of the huge pot.

At the same time, the green light shone on her face.

[Stirring, stirring… eerie.]

[Is this not making poison?]

[Pour… give…]

Frieren stood on a tree stump, continuously stirring the liquid in the large pot, with flames burning beneath it.

Seeing this scene.

Stark was completely flustered, sweat seeping from his forehead, “Like a witch, it’s terrifying.”

Finally.

Frieren held a bowl of off-white, pasty liquid, and scooped a spoonful, “Open wide, Fern.”

Fern obediently opened her mouth, and Frieren gently fed her the medicine.

Outside.

Stark was helping in the cowshed, using both hands to milk a cow.

“Your technique is very skilled, you’re a big help,” the woman behind him turned and praised with a smile.

Stark smiled, “Hehe, really?”

[Why are you so skilled (doge)]

Inside the small house.

Frieren held Fern’s hands with both of hers, “Don’t worry, you’ll get better soon.”

Fern lay on the bed, the blush still on her cheeks, “Lady Frieren…”

“I’m not a child anymore…”

Frieren nodded, “I know.”

She looked at Fern with gentle eyes, emphasizing again, “I know.”

Fern looked at Frieren with some surprise, then smiled.

Knowing this was Frieren’s kindness.

She didn’t say anything more.

The camera lingered on their clasped hands.

[Frieren has really become so much prettier and gentler.]

[It feels like decades later, holding hands weathered by time, Fern will still be smiling like this, just like when she was little.]

[So heartwarming.]

The scene shifted.

Outside the small house, Frieren and the two looked back, and the woman waved to them.

“Do take care on your journey.”

Fern had recovered, and hearing the woman’s concern and advice, she smiled and said, “Thank you very much!”

Stark turned his head with a smile, “You look much better.”

Fern turned back and smiled, “This is all thanks to Lady Frieren and Mr. Stark.”

“And Mr. Sein’s notes.”

Fern turned to look at the house and continued, “And the owner of that house was also very kind and hospitable.”

Frieren smiled at Fern, then turned and walked forward, “Alright, then we shall…”

“Head for the magical city, Vizast.”