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"Can I ask you a question?"
"What?"
"Why don't you let Frieren become a First-Class Mage?"
"Or rather, why don't you let Frieren join the Continental Magic Association?"
Yulian's tone became uncharacteristically serious.
And it was his question that brought Serie's thoughts back to the past.
"Frieren, you really dislike me, don't you?"
Serie, sitting cross-legged high on her throne, curled the corner of her mouth.
She looked down at Frieren, who was standing quietly below the platform, and said.
"Honestly, I thought I would never see you again."
Her tone was strange when she said this.
It was like she was talking to a child she had watched grow up.
And the thing is, the child grew up, and she thought the child wouldn't come back.
But one day, the child suddenly came back.
So Serie spoke with great interest.
Hmm, still as "dislikable" as before.
There was no hint of joy or sadness on Frieren's face.
She just quietly pulled out a letter.
A parchment letter carefully tied with a thin cotton thread.
"This is master's will. Master asked me to give it to you."
Will...
Serie was stunned for a moment.
It was very brief.
So brief it was almost imperceptible.
"More than fifty years have passed..." she said.
"Flamme is dead."
Serie raised her right hand and extended a finger.
The letter automatically floated into her hand.
"Aren't you sad?"
A look of incomprehension appeared in Frieren's eyes.
"Sad?"
"Heh..." Serie smiled, curling the corner of her mouth.
She tilted her head back slightly.
"Just a disciple I nurtured on a whim."
There was nothing wrong with saying that.
But the moment she got the will, Serie still read it carefully.
"Why is it written like a report?"
Serie frowned slightly.
But she still patiently read it word by word, sentence by sentence.
"What does it say?"
Frieren stood quietly.
She raised her head.
Asking curiously.
"The royal family has approved the plan for the entire nation to research Magic..."
"She asked me to do the rest for her."
Serie carefully read the content of the will.
The expression on her face barely changed.
But her heart was in turmoil.
"What do you think?"
Frieren pressed.
Flamme had told her beforehand about Serie's reaction after seeing the will.
"Ah, her~"
"She will definitely tear the will to shreds in anger."
Those were Master Flamme's exact words.
However, Frieren didn't quite believe it.
Who would tear to shreds the last thing left behind by their beloved disciple?
But why did Flamme say that with a smile?
Did she say it with a smile because even though the will would be torn up, Serie would agree to master's request?
Frieren didn't understand.
But she wanted to understand!
She wanted to understand Flamme!
"Frieren..." Serie looked at Frieren calmly, speaking as if she was imparting some great truth.
"The human cultural sphere believes that Magic is a technique of the Demons..." "The research of Magic has always been a taboo for humans..." "Do you know what this means?"
Serie didn't give Frieren a chance to speak.
She answered her own question.
"This means that after the most powerful United Empire begins researching Magic and using it for military purposes..." "All the surrounding countries will not ignore it, and will even unite to research Magic."
"In just a few decades, Magic will be popularized throughout the entire continent."
"The era of humans fully using Magic will also arrive."
Serie's face clearly showed displeasure as she spoke.
Magic was a sacred thing that only people with special talents could possess.
If it were to be used by those mediocre people like this, Undoubtedly, it was difficult for her to accept.
What was even more difficult for Serie to accept was that...
"At that time, humans will also have the strength to fight against the Demon King Army."
The war will end.
An era of peace will also descend.
"Really?"
Surprise showed in Frieren's eyes.
She couldn't help but show a beautiful smile.
"That's great!"
"Not great at all."
Serie tore the will to shreds with Magic without hesitation.
She made a sour face despite her beautiful features.
"This is not what I want."
Looking at the paper scattered on the floor, a trace of heartache flashed in Serie's eyes.
But on the surface, she didn't show it at all.
She was acting.
Playing along with...
Playing a scene with the Flamme who was already gone.
However, Serie was indeed just being herself.
Shredded...
Frieren looked at the shredded pieces of paper on the floor.
Her expression couldn't help but change slightly.
Her small hands at the hem of her skirt couldn't help but clutch the skirt tightly.
"You should go, Frieren."
"There's no way I would agree to such a will."
She refused!
Frieren's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
Master's last wish...
Still not leaving?
Serie looked at Frieren, who was frozen below the platform with her head bowed.
She frowned, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
The script should end here.
According to what Flamme said, Frieren should be angry and dissatisfied, pick up the shredded will, and leave.
But she was clearly prepared to "forcefully" pick up the will on the floor.
Why was Frieren just standing there stiffly?
"How unpleasant."
"Magic should be something unique..."
"But she wants to popularize it among the masses."
Since there's no script, I'll just keep making it up according to Flamme's idea.
Serie's face was cold.
She said to Frieren.
"In the end, neither she nor I understood each other..." "After all, she was just a disciple I took on a whim."
She was clearly saying harsh words.
But towards the end, Serie's eyes and voice unconsciously became low.
Flamme...
Is gone...
"Master said..." "After you read the will, you would be furious and tear it into pieces."
Frieren raised her head.
She looked directly into Serie's eyes.
Her face remained calm, but her heart trembled almost imperceptibly.
"She also said, even so..."
"Her dream has come true."
Was this part in the script?
Serie was stunned.
She really wanted to pick up the shredded pieces of the will on the floor and look at them again properly.
Why didn't she remember this part?
This part was certainly not there.
This was content Frieren added herself.
Frieren lied.
She lied based on her own speculation.
She wanted Serie to fulfill Flamme's last wish.
It was a clumsy lie she had put a lot of thought into.
"Then I'll be going."
Seeing that Serie was unmoved, Frieren had no other choice.
She could only bid farewell.
"Frieren..." Serie's call stopped Frieren's already moving steps.
Yes, a lie.
Frieren was different from usual.
She lied.
After a moment of distraction, Serie reacted.
But undoubtedly, her interest in Frieren also grew stronger.
"She will be the Mage of the era of peace."
Flamme once said this while gently stroking Frieren's soft hair in front of Serie.
So, was this why Flamme asked her to hide the truth?
"Frieren, walk with me."
After learning of Flamme's death, Serie felt empty inside.
Looking at Frieren, who was also an elf and even Flamme's disciple, Even though she was reluctant, Serie had to admit it herself.
She really liked Frieren.
It even carried emotional attachment.
"Hey!"
"What are you spacing out for!"
Yulian startled Serie.
Her pointed ears even trembled from the fright.
"I.."
"Do you still remember what the question was?"
Yulian was already used to the characteristic of elves losing focus when reminiscing.
So Yulian patiently asked again.
"Why don't you let Frieren become a First-Class Mage?"
"Or rather, why don't you let Frieren join the Continental Magic Association?"
Why?
That's right!
Serie curled the corner of her mouth and smiled.
"Flamme."
Yulian: "..."
"It's because of Flamme."
Serie smiled with a reminiscent smile.
Before her eyes, the innocent smile of that naive little girl with orange-red hair seemed to reappear.
Because of Flamme, she wanted to protect that smile...
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