Staring at the short white-haired, expressionless elf before him,
So vague mories and terms from Agusheed's long-forgotten past life flickered into his mind.
"I think I once accidentally watched an ani with this white-haired elf as the main character in my past life."
"It was called…"
"Hmm… 'The Gifted King of Hibiscus'?"
Shaking his head, Agusheed cast aside those blurred images.
To him, rembering those so-called plotlines wasn't important.
Because he simply did not care about the future's path.
Besides, knowing the future wasn't necessarily a good thing.
The Demon King's top strategist, the All-Knowing One, Schlacht, possessed magic capable of foreseeing millennia into the future.
He would not tolerate anyone else possessing the ability to predict the future.
Although Agusheed did not fear facing Schlacht, he certainly disliked trouble.
So, rather than grasping the future, Agusheed was more dedicated to reclaiming his humanity.
"But… the protagonist, huh?"
For once, Agusheed showed a bit of interest.
"Frieren."
Beside him, Flam burst out laughing with delight. She reached out and patted the white-haired elf's head as she approached.
"If you keep patting like this, I won't grow tall, Flam."
"Weren't you never going to grow tall anyway?"
Despite her words, Flam withdrew her hand, giving the tiny elf a glimr of hope for growth.
"I'm only a few hundred years old. I'll definitely grow taller in another thousand years."
Unbothered by Flam's prejudice, Frieren responded nonchalantly.
Then, she looked at Flam expectantly, stretching out her hand.
"Gift."
Flam glanced back at Agusheed.
Though his expression remained impassive,
Frieren's behavior certainly made Flam's previous words harder to believe.
"Sigh…"
Flam rubbed her forehead with one hand, then stepped aside, revealing Agusheed behind her.
"I'll give you a trial. If you pass, I'll give you the spell book you want."
"I want the Magic to Kill Mosquitoes with a Glance."
Without even listening to what the trial entailed, Frieren already stated her desired magic.
"Ten years have passed, and you're still the sa as always…"
"What are you talking about? It's only been ten years; how could I change?"
Another example of how long-lived beings perceive the passage of ti, prompting a soft sigh from Flam.
"Alright, back to the main topic—"
Flam pointed towards Agusheed, who stood motionless at the back.
Frieren followed her gesture and saw the unremarkable man, the kind of person you'd forget if you didn't pay attention.
"Frieren, what can you see from him?"
Flam posed the question.
Agusheed obligingly stepped closer, allowing her to observe him more closely.
"Hmm—"
Frieren dragged out the sound as she carefully studied Agusheed's expressionless face.
One second, two seconds.
One minute, two minutes.
"It's trembling. The magic is trembling. How incredible! This terrifying amount of magic is actually being suppressed…"
Frieren gave her answer.
Agusheed's face showed no surprise whatsoever.
"I told you already, it's a aningless act."
"Flam, go take care of your matters. I'll wait for you outside."
After saying this to Flam, Agusheed turned and walked out of the palace.
He had co here purely to verify Flam's claim.
Now that the result was unsurprising, there was no reason for him to stay.
After all, Flam still had to et the Emperor alone.
So, waiting outside the palace would suffice.
So much for exceeding my expectations—
She's no different from those court magicians.
The so-called protagonist is just that, huh?
Just another mortal born in the era of and Flam.
Tap, tap, tap…
After walking a few steps, Agusheed suddenly sensed sothing off.
Because in his perception, Frieren hadn't moved a single step since he turned away.
And at that mont, he heard Flam laughing behind him.
A laugh full of delight and pride.
Thus, Agusheed stopped walking.
He turned around and calmly looked at the motionless Frieren.
"What did you see?"
"Besides the trembling of magic, what else did you see in ?"
He watched himself reflected in Frieren's unblinking eyes.
For the first ti, Agusheed took the initiative to ask.
In Frieren's perspective,
At the very mont Agusheed turned around,
She saw two outlines on his head—shapes that did not belong to human anatomy.
"Horns…"
"Demon… horns…"
Frieren blurted out what her unreasonable intuition had sensed from Agusheed.
And instinctively—
She unleashed the highest-damage and fastest-casting spell she had.
Thunderous Destruction Release Magic
When she realized that the demon before her was personally brought by Flam, it was already too late.
Less than ten ters of distance.
At that range, almost no magic user could react to an instant attack without any warning—
Especially not an attack as swift as Thunderous Destruction Release Magic.
When she realized she couldn't withdraw the magic,
Frieren imdiately looked toward her teacher—
The most powerful mage of the current era.
And then…
What she saw was Flam, grinning gleefully.
Before she could even question why her teacher looked so amused—
Agusheed had already provided the answer.
A slash, too fast for the naked eye to catch, cleaved through the Thunderous Destruction Release Magic effortlessly.
The walls on both sides and the library door behind them were marked with deep gashes.
Even a small lock of white hair from Frieren's temple was sliced off, scattering across the floor.
"How rude…"
Agusheed said calmly.
"But… the reaction was exactly the sa as when Flam first saw . I suppose it's true—you really are her disciple."
Agusheed wasn't angry. In fact, he seed to admire Frieren a bit more.
"I admit it, Flam. Your disciple is just as talented as you claid."
Casting a deep glance at Flam, who still looked smug, Agusheed didn't linger and turned to leave.
…
"Flam, why?"
Frieren looked at Flam, who stood with her arms crossed, full of confusion.
"What do you an?"
Flam released her arms, pulling out the Magic to Kill Mosquitoes with a Glance as she spoke.
"That person, he's a high-ranking demon, isn't he?"
Frieren asked with concern.
Flam placed the spell book on Frieren's head, answering softly:
"That's right. He's a true high-ranking demon, and he almost beca one of the Seven Sages of Ruin once."
Frieren took the spell book off her head, dusting it off as she confird the title. Her confusion only deepened.
"Then why is he with you?"
"Why wouldn't he be with ?"
"Didn't you always say: 'Demons took everything from . I hate them to my core and want to kill them all.'?"
Flam nodded, not denying it.
Frieren hugged the spell book, still struggling to understand her teacher's behavior.
"Then why…"
Frieren didn't finish her question, but she believed Flam understood her confusion.
"Because he is unique among demons."
Flam smiled softly, squeezing Frieren's cheeks.
"He is the only one throughout history who seeks humanity and refuses to harm humans…"
"For five hundred years, it has always been so."
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