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The beautiful elven girl sat quietly by the bed, gently swinging her fair little feet, as if playing an invisible melody.
Her skin was as fair as snow, with a crystalline quality like fine jade, emitting a faint, soft white glow.
Her long hair flowed casually like a waterfall; the white strands either draped over her shoulders or had a few strands tucked behind her ears, slightly messy yet not losing its beauty.
The sunlight streaming through the window shone on the elven girl's lithe figure, just as a gentle breeze blew into the room, causing her hair to sway slightly, adding a touch of captivating beauty to the girl.
This picturesque elven girl, she was Frieren.
To be precise, it was Frieren whom Yulian saw when he knocked on the door and it opened directly from the knocking.
But in reality, Frieren was just sitting quietly by the bed, swinging her feet, with a slightly dejected expression.
Smooth, slender beautiful legs, fair feet, delicate and soft jade hands...
Yulian only felt his nose slightly warm, and for a moment, he was stunned.
"What?"
Frieren slightly raised her gaze, looking at Yulian, her expression unusually calm.
The only emotion she might have carried was the slight disappointment that Fern had left without seeing the gift she had prepared for Stark.
"I.."
Yulian slightly activated his Magic to suppress a warm flow in his nose, trying his best to appear calm.
"I'll come back in a bit."
Having said that, Yulian quickly turned around, ready to leave.
Unlike his outward calmness, Yulian's heart was pounding almost to its limit!
Is this old geezer this beautiful?!
Doing this!
I finally understand why Fern got bent!
"Is something wrong?"
Frieren lightly spoke up and stopped Yulian.
Yulian hesitated as he turned around, trying hard to control his eyes from looking at Frieren's slightly swaying slender beautiful legs and those fair and flawless lovely feet.
"Didn't I say before that I wanted to discuss Magic with you?"
"So after resting a bit, I came over."
"Ah, that..."
Frieren nodded lightly, but then looked at Yulian with a puzzled gaze.
Discussing Magic is understandable, but why are you staring so intently at my face?
"Is there something on my face?"
Frieren uncertainly touched her mouth with her hand.
She thought the only possibility was that she might have accidentally forgotten to wipe her mouth while eating breakfast this morning.
But then, without waiting for Yulian's answer, Frieren shook her head again.
She seemed to remember that Fern had wiped her mouth...
"It's nothing, don't worry about it!"
"I'll come back in a bit!"
Yulian's face was tense, his expression nervous.
In these past few decades, it was the first time he had seen Frieren like this.
It was one thing for the white nightgown short skirt to reveal her slender beautiful legs.
But even when Yulian raised his head and looked straight at Frieren, he also found that Frieren's upper body was even more outrageously revealing her delicate collarbone and fair fragrant shoulders!
This, there's nowhere to look!
So Yulian could only stare intently at Frieren's face as he answered the question, then quickly turned around again, ready to leave.
"Strange."
Seeing that Yulian was insistent on leaving, Frieren didn't force him to stay, but a suspicious look appeared on her face.
"There's nothing strange, is there?"
Frieren quietly looked around the room; other than finding the open window, she couldn't find anything suspicious at all.
"Could it be..."
Frieren looked at the open window, focused her gaze, looked at the doorway, then looked at the window thoughtfully.
Half an hour later, a knock on the door sounded.
Yulian came to Frieren's room again.
However, to Yulian's mixed feelings of sadness and joy, Frieren's attire still hadn't changed.
It was still the white nightgown short skirt.
The joy was that, in this case, Yulian could see beautiful legs and fragrant shoulders again.
But the sadness was...
Yulian's extremely high moral standards did not allow him to stare at Frieren's fragrant shoulders and beautiful legs!
"So this time, is there something strange on my feet?"
Frieren quietly lowered her head, looking at her fair feet, and wiggled her crystalline, doll-like toes.
"No..."
Yulian smiled faintly, his eyes filled with rational thought and a passion for Magic studies.
"I'm just curious, since the Magic you mentioned is the power of belief, why can't I use Magic to do some things I want to achieve?"
For example: using Magic to break through time and space to return to the Earth he crossed over from, or using Magic to eliminate the drawback of the Demon Race having no emotions, or using Magic to resurrect Nico...
Yulian fell into philosophical thought.
"It's very simple..."
Frieren's voice was clear, like the call of an oriole.
"Just relying on belief alone certainly cannot form Magic..."
"You at least need to know how to do it."
"For example?"
Yulian's eyebrows slightly raised as he looked at Frieren.
"For example, my favorite Flower Field Magic."
Frieren sat by the bed, biting her finger, and looked sideways at Yulian beside her.
"To be able to use Flower Field Magic, you first need to know the structure and appearance of flowers, including their colors."
"Structure and appearance, including colors?"
Yulian nodded thoughtfully.
"Aren't you a Greater Demon? Why are you asking these basic questions?"
Frieren propped her chin with her hand, looking at Yulian with great confusion.
"I.."
Yulian sat upright on the chair.
At this moment, Yulian felt as if he had returned to the time when Schlacht questioned whether he had learned Magic!
"Does the Demon Race research their Magic themselves?"
Frieren saw Yulian's inexplicable nervousness and couldn't help but start speculating.
"It used to be, but later..."
"Huuu—"
"Achoo!"
Yulian was just about to nod and speak.
The next second, a slightly stronger breeze came from the window, and Frieren immediately couldn't help but shiver and sneeze.
Wearing so little and not closing the window, it's early spring...
Yulian looked at the thinly dressed Frieren, then looked at the wide-open window, and after muttering a few words, he couldn't help but stand up and close the window tightly.
Sure enough, Yulian is afraid of the cold too!
Looking at Yulian who had closed the window.
A glint of light flashed in Frieren's eyes.
When Yulian came earlier, she had noticed that Yulian looked at the open window.
Then, linking it to the reason why Yulian didn't stay long and left immediately before, Frieren guessed that Yulian was also afraid of the cold!
For this, Frieren even went so far as to open the window wide, just to test if Yulian was really afraid of the cold!
"You're afraid of the cold, aren't you?"
The corner of Frieren's mouth curved up slightly with triumph.
What's the use of knowing that Yulian is afraid of the cold?
It's not very useful, but it made Frieren happy about her deductive abilities.
"Me?"
"Afraid of the cold?"
Yulian was stunned, completely not expecting himself to be associated with the words "afraid of the cold."
Of course not afraid!
Yulian immediately wanted to blurt out the answer.
However, Yulian looked at the window he had just closed behind him, then looked at Frieren's triumphant smile.
For a moment, the words that were inexplicably on his tongue changed.
"As expected of you, to be able to deduce that I'm afraid of the cold!"
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