"Was that magic I just sensed for a brief mont over there from Serie?"
Agusheed had long noticed that Frieren was spying on them,
But when he suddenly felt another powerful magic presence appear beside her, he asked Flam, who was resting against his chest.
"Flam, did she co here because of you?"
After yet another perfect step that landed right on Agusheed's foot, Flam responded softly:
"Yes, my master has a spell book that I need, so I called her over."
A look of surprise flashed across Agusheed's face, although it soon faded back to calmness.
But he couldn't help but express his astonishnt:
"Incredible... she ca just for that?"
After a graceful spin, Flam's slender body leaned back against Agusheed's chest.
Her face wore that familiar smile.
"A master spoiling her disciple—isn't that perfectly normal?"
With the dance steps, Agusheed let go of her hand, then pulled her back in.
He shook his head at Flam.
"Normal?"
"So easy for you to say, Flam."
"In just a few short decades, you managed to change that ancient war-hungry old fossil—"
"As I thought, you really are the most likely human to help regain my emotions."
Old fossil—
Hearing those words, Flam couldn't help but laugh out loud.
In that brief lapse of attention, she stepped on Agusheed's foot once again.
"If Serie heard you say that, she would kill you."
Agusheed didn't deny it; he simply looked at Flam seriously.
"You would stop her, wouldn't you?"
Although it was phrased as a question, Agusheed's tone was full of certainty.
"After all, if it weren't for you being here, I would have fled the mont I sensed her magic."
"Did she really scare you that much back then?"
Flam asked, curious about Agusheed's lingering fear of Serie.
"What do you think?"
"We demons are the race that values life the most…"
As he spoke, Agusheed wrapped his arm around Flam's waist in ti with the final notes of the dance.
"You should know, in these five hundred years, aside from His Majesty the Demon King, only she ever made feel 'If I fight her, I will die.'"
Before Flam could continue the conversation,
Both of their gazes turned simultaneously toward Serie and Frieren's direction.
Because right at that mont, Serie's vast magical power surged unabashedly, shooting straight into the sky.
And amidst that violent magical shockwave, Agusheed caught a faint trace of killing intent.
"Her magic is as absurd as ever."
"But why would she suddenly have such intense malice towards ?"
Flam, having a rough idea of the reason, shook her head.
"Who knows…"
"Anyway, I'm going to see my master. Are you coming with ?"
Upon hearing this, Agusheed imdiately declined Flam's invitation.
"No, I think I'll pass…"
He stared at that overwhelming surge of magic and said:
"I just have this feeling that if I go there right now, sothing terrible will happen."
Although she was rejected, Flam seed to have expected it.
"Alright, see you tomorrow then."
...
"See you tomorrow?"
After placing the wedding gift that Flam had requested in the letter directly into her hands, Serie—
Looked expressionlessly at Flam, who turned around and left right after receiving the spell book.
"To say sothing so heartless after not seeing your teacher for ten years…"
"Flam, you're really not cute at all now."
Serie waved her hand, and Magic of Levitation activated—
Flam, who didn't counter it with magic, was instantly lifted into the air.
Serie: (=ω=)
Flam: (罒ω罒)
Frieren watching from the side: (•ɷ•)
"Well, well… it's because…"
Flam was about to start making excuses, but Serie clearly had no intention of listening.
The letter Flam had personally written to Serie floated up,
And Serie practically shoved the parchnt into Flam's face.
"Flam, explain this—"
"What is the aning of— 'Master, are you free to attend my wedding?'
'P.S. Don't forget to bring a wedding gift—a copy of Sage Ewig's Spell book.'"
Almost getting the parchnt smushed into her face, Flam stamred:
"Well… that… it ans… it's just… literally…"
Before she could finish, Serie narrowed her eyes and pressed the parchnt completely against Flam's face.
Serie crooked her finger, levitating Flam to the exact height where her head was just within reach of Serie standing on the stone platform.
And then—
Thud, thud, thud—
Three quick flicks to the forehead later, Serie removed the parchnt.
She looked at Flam, who still seed like she wanted to weasel her way out, and let out a heavy sigh.
"Marriage…"
"To be honest, Flam, I don't oppose a short-lived human like you chasing after what you call 'love,' no matter how ridiculous it seems to ."
"But—why is the one you 'love'…"
Serie, exhausted in a way she couldn't quite express, placed her hand on the head of her only disciple.
She questioned, her voice full of disbelief:
"Flam… do you realize just how absurd your idea is?"
Flam didn't try to weasel her way out this ti.
She knew that Serie was being serious…
But despite Serie's questioning, she silently nodded her head.
Boom—
An imnse surge of magic erupted from Serie's body once more.
Under the gaze of both Frieren and Flam,
The world's strongest Archmage, Serie, who had lived since the Divine Era—
Was now furious.
"Love?"
"Love who?"
"A demon that doesn't even have emotions?"
"Can he understand the feelings you have for him?"
"Can he comprehend the aning behind your actions?"
"To him, your fleeting life is nothing more than the blink of an eye."
Serie grabbed Flam's face and pulled at her cheeks—
"Even if you love him, does he love you back?"
"I bet he doesn't even know how to spell the word 'love'!"
"And after you die, in a hundred years…"
"No, maybe fifty, maybe eighty, he'll forget everything about you—"
Flam finally spoke, cutting off Serie's anger.
Without the slightest bit of anger or frustration—
With the sa smile she always wore:
"He won't forget . Even a thousand years from now, he won't forget."
"What?"
Serie was stunned, unable to understand where Flam's confidence was coming from.
"Heh—"
"Flam… even I can't guarantee I'd rember you after a thousand years.
And you actually believe that an emotionless demon could do it?"
Recalling what Agusheed had said to her in front of the Goddess's Monunt in the Offen Mountains…
Flam's smile was full of certainty.
"I believe it—"
"And I believe that you won't forget either, Serie."
Faced with her disciple's sudden flattery, Serie turned her head away in embarrassnt.
Her anger mostly dissipated, but she still retorted rcilessly:
"You believe? You believe in a demon? That's just ridiculous…"
"I believe."
Noticing that Serie's fury had mostly vanished, Flam snapped her fingers,
Cancelling the levitation spell, and landed on the ground, staring directly at the frowning Serie.
"Because I will make him fall in love with ."
Flam placed her hands on her hips.
Just like when she was a child, standing before Serie, proudly declaring her dream of teaching magic to everyone—
Her voice was confident and unwavering:
"I, Archmage Flam, will teach him what 'love' ans with the rest of my life—"
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