"'Ignite anything without fire?'" Frieren blinked, a puzzled expression dawning on her delicate features. What kind of magic was this? She had never encountered anything like it. The idea was beyond her comprehension; it seed impossible.
The spellbook lay open between them, its ancient runes glowing faintly under the sunlight filtering through the window. Dust motes danced in the air, untouched by the weight of the revelation that had just been spoken.
All combustion, from the smallest spark to a raging fire, required an initial fla. Without a spark, how could anything ignite? Even fire magic involved converting mana into flas. To ignite sothing without fire implied that mana could spontaneously cause combustion. How was that possible?
Frieren had studied under the greatest magical minds for centuries. She had read grimoires from high mages and survived trials testing her arcane willpower. She had cast powerful spells, yet what she was reading here, what Ronan had casually explained, shattered her understanding of magic.
Magic was rooted in imagination, but that didn't grant it license to defy reality. Take cutting magic: theoretically capable of severing space, but no one had ever achieved it because neither elves nor humans could truly envision such a feat. Fire, she suspected, posed a similar challenge.
She turned her gaze downward, studying the magic circle etched on the page. It looked deceptively simple, too simple for what it claid. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her thoughts. Had she misheard, or had Ronan misspoken? But then, she noticed his unwavering certainty.
His posture, voice, and calm confidence hinted at no doubt, which unnerved her. The idea that a young human could interpret a spell challenging her core understanding left her unsettled.
The protest on her lips faded. In that mont, she understood the elder's reluctance to let her study this spell. It was likely unlearnable, destined to erode her confidence. It was wiser to maintain its mystique.
For soone like her, who had spent centuries honing her magic, this spell would seem like an illusion, a fraud. The elder must have known offering it to her would only lead to frustration. Better to keep it locked away in legend than face the disillusionnt of failure.
Ronan had been observing the shifts in her expressions, noticing her dejection.
He gently closed the book, concern lacing his voice. "Is sothing wrong? Do you not understand the spell? Or are you astonished by my ability to decipher it?"
His tone was light-hearted, but sincere. He wasn't trying to mock her; he was worried. Despite their differences, Ronan had co to respect Frieren, and he didn't want to see her defeated by a single spell.
"Not at all," Frieren replied, shaking her head as she settled into a chair. "I was considering whether such a spell, which contradicts established principles, could even be learned today." She paused, then added, "To be honest, I struggle to comprehend it. I can't imagine sothing burning without fire. Can you?"
There was vulnerability in her question, a rare admission of curiosity. She looked at him, expecting a similar lack of comprehension.
Instead, Ronan broke into a serene smile. With a steady hand, he placed the book on the table and turned to her.
"Imagining this spell? It's quite simple, really. Consider the substance as fuel," he explained, his voice even. "The absence of fire implies using indirect heat. Rather than igniting without fire, it's more accurate to say it raises a substance's temperature with mana. Every substance has an ignition point. Since mana is invisible, it appears as though the substance ignites spontaneously."
He spoke with the calmness of soone explaining basic principles, not forbidden magic. Frieren watched closely; there was precision to his words, like a craftsman discussing how to shape a blade.
He paused, scanning the room before settling on a small leaf drifting in through the open window. With a flick of his wrist, a soft snap echoed.
The leaf instantly turned brown, twisting before bursting into flas, leaving only a faint trace of its existence in the lingering scent of smoke.
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