"Hiss—"
"You actually hit !"
Gut, who had been blasted out of the carriage, drew in a sharp breath. But thanks to his significantly improved physical condition, when facing Serie's magical bombardnt again, he no longer had absolutely no resistance like before.
Although he was still blasted away, when his consciousness reacted, he managed to withstand that trendous repulsive force through his extrely strong physical constitution. His hands grabbed onto the outside of the carriage to stabilize himself, and after the repulsive force weakened, he flipped back into the carriage.
Gut brushed the wood chips off his hands, then calmly sat back down beside the elf as if nothing had happened.
Only the large hole blasted open on one side of the carriage and Gut's disheveled clothes faintly told of the recent extraordinary event.
"Not bad, you've made so progress."
Serie looked over her disciple's body with slight surprise, then praised: "Next ti, I'll increase my magical power output even more."
"You're... going to increase it even more?"
Before Gut could respond, Zenn, sitting on the other side, silently swallowed saliva after saliva.
Looking at the still-drafty hole beside him, Zenn vaguely began to understand why his senior brother dared to be so casual in his attitude toward their teacher.
Perhaps only such a powerful body dared to ignore the teacher's punishnt when displeased.
After disciplining this rebellious disciple who repeatedly disturbed her peaceful dreams, Serie no longer planned to continue her nap.
Getting up from the small table where she had been lying, the elf changed through several postures before finally choosing to sit properly.
Legs together, waist pressed against the backrest, head tilted back slightly, even her expression changed from silent to sowhat grave, as if she had suddenly thought of sothing serious in that instant.
But among everyone, only Gut, who stayed by the elf's side, knew clearly that this wasn't his teacher thinking about sothing—she was obviously getting drowsy again.
If he didn't disturb her and let Serie continue "pondering," in a little while they'd probably hear the elf's faint snoring.
Sure enough, events unfolded as Gut predicted.
After a few minutes, the elf who had been deep in thought suddenly spoke, but what she expressed wasn't so profound important statent, but rely a long yawn.
At this, even Gut, who had just been blasted out of the carriage not long ago, couldn't help but complain:
"Teacher, this might be sowhat presumptuous to say."
"But I feel that compared to Miss Frieren, whom you've criticized for so long, you don't seem much more diligent?"
"Hm?!" The drowsy elf suddenly raised her head, probably not expecting her disciple to say such a thing.
But Serie didn't feel embarrassed by this. Instead, she stroked her chin, thought for a mont, then said:
"Before answering your question, let correct an error in your words."
"You can't call Frieren 'junior apprentice sister,' because as of now, I haven't acknowledged Frieren's position in our school."
Hearing his teacher's stubborn refusal to admit their "senior-junior relationship," Gut couldn't help but laugh.
Serie shot her disciple a dissatisfied glare. Gut wisely withdrew his smile and "corrected" his way of addressing Frieren to "Miss Frieren."
Only then was Serie satisfied and seriously answered her disciple's complaint.
"Frieren and I are different."
"Perhaps it's the different concepts of ti between humans and elves that gave you so mistaken feelings."
"Take the matter of staying in bed."
"From a human perspective, this is quite a lazy thing, because human lifespans are usually short—even wasting one or two hours counts as waste."
"But in the eyes of long-lived elves, staying in bed is an understandable normal behavior."
"After all, we possess unimaginably vast amounts of ti. Even spending one or two hours daily on aningless activities can't be called sinful."
"Sotis even when facing a difficult decision, elves can postpone it for one hundred years, even two hundred years before deciding. Even delaying it for a thousand years isn't considered much to us."
"Moreover, moderate staying in bed helps with being energetic for the whole day, so it's not without aning."
After listening, Gut raised an eyebrow: "So, teacher, are you arguing for the rationality of sleeping in?"
"No." The elf first shook her head, but after seriously reconsidering, she nodded lightly and said:
"My sleeping in a little is inherently reasonable."
"But what I want to say isn't this—it's the essential difference between Frieren and myself."
"As I just explained, the behavior of staying in bed isn't really much for elves."
"But what Frieren does, even from an elf's perspective on ti, is extrely lazy."
"Stopping in one place for one or two hundred years, doing nothing but basic magical power ditation; occasionally acting on a whim, but spending enormous energy searching for aningless folk magic."
"She clearly has decent magical talent and possesses the long ti that human mages dream of, but after achieving so results in magic, instead of continuing deeper research, she stays in wilderness and villages for hundreds of years."
"I can tell that Frieren doesn't actually love magic much. Compared to magic itself, she even prefers the process of collecting junk (searching for folk magic)."
When Serie reached this point, she angrily pounded the table.
As a teacher, she had had many disciples throughout her long history who had proper attitudes and diligent research habits.
But they were either limited by magical talent or by brief lifespans. Despite lifelong diligent effort, they could only helplessly stop at their limits.
Therefore, whenever Frieren was ntioned, Serie would think of these disciples' unwillingness, so her attitude toward Frieren was always sowhat dissatisfied.
"I don't understand why the always-diligent Flam would teach such a lazy disciple as Frieren, and what kind of illness the forr Demon King had to be defeated by her?"
Gut listened to his teacher's continuous muttering, feeling sowhat helpless and wanting to laugh.
Indeed, whenever Frieren was ntioned, Teacher Serie's emotions inevitably beca sowhat agitated.
However, his teacher's "defense" wasn't unreasonable. As she said, she and Frieren had essential differences.
At most, his teacher daily just slept in and visited antique stalls to buy so modern crafts. The vast majority of each day was still devoted to magical research.
Even when occasionally going out for relaxation, she would use travel ti for magical power ditation or flip through magic books.
Looking at "Slacking Frieren" in contrast, perhaps slacking was her main profession, with magic being rely a "side job" she invested more heavily in.
Therefore, Gut could understand his teacher's unique "disdain" for Frieren.
It was like a world-renowned academician in his previous life extending an olive branch to a doctoral student brought by his prized disciple, wanting to lead her to publish in top journals like Cell and Science to advance human civilization.
But the doctoral student disdained this, decisively refusing this precious opportunity and turning to pursue "doctoral-to-specialist degree" studies. After three years, she published a paper in the Journal of Island City Hotel Managent Vocational and Technical College.
Thinking about it this way, Teacher Serie's "anger" wasn't unreasonable.
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