Chapter 310: The Legend, Kraft
"I am Flamme." Flamme stated her name, then after a moment of thought, dropped another, even more resounding title. "I am an apprentice of Master Serie."
"I see!" The Dwarven King's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh. "I heard long ago that the Elven Saint took a human apprentice. I didn't expect it to be you. No wonder you possess such power; being the disciple of that existence explains it."
Hek became even more enthusiastic. "Lady Serie's fame is thunderous even among us dwarves. Not to mention my ancestor was the Dwarven King Somme, a former companion of Lady Serie. Truly an amazing coincidence. I just wonder... will Lady Serie personally take action this time?"
He looked at Flamme with expectation.
As long as the Elven Saint Serie was willing to act, everything would be fine.
Flamme's heart moved slightly, but she kept a calm face and shook her head. "I am not clear on my teacher's thoughts. She has always been elusive."
She deftly avoided answering directly and changed the subject. "Your Majesty, I came here to find a human mage named Carlo. He might be on the front lines. Have you heard any news of him?"
King Hek stroked his prized fiery red beard and shook his head. "Carlo? No impression. The front lines are a mix of personnel, with casualties and transfers happening daily. Finding a specific person isn't easy. However, I will pass down orders to keep an eye out."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
After expressing her thanks, Flamme politely declined the Dwarven King's banquet invitation and left directly.
She only wanted to find Carlo as soon as possible and didn't wish to linger.
Moreover, calculating the time, Master Rhodes and Master Serie had probably already returned to the Magic Association. Once they discovered her absence, they might very likely come to the front lines to find her.
She had to cover everything up before it was exposed.
However, on her way back, a figure appeared silently on the path ahead, blocking her way.
It was a male elf.
He had short, neat green hair and a resolute face. His age was indiscernible, but his eyes held a vicissitude that only long years could bring.
He wore a simple monk-style cloth robe suitable for movement, without any gorgeous ornaments or armor. Yet, just standing there, he gave off an unshakable feeling.
There were no energy fluctuations around him, but Flamme instinctively felt immense pressure.
Clearly, this was an extremely powerful warrior.
What shocked Flamme even more was that she recognized this face—or rather, she recognized the resemblance to the descriptions she had accidentally seen while researching knowledge of the Mythical Era, and the likeness to the legendary figure.
Kraft!
After the First God-slayer Rhodes, the hero who saved the world a second time.
He had personally slain the first Demon King, Asmodeus, extinguishing the possibility of the demons reigniting the war once again.
A living legend who had disappeared into the river of human history!
Why is he here? And why is he blocking me?
Flamme became vigilant instantly, mana flowing quietly within her. A legendary warrior like this was undoubtedly the bane of mages like her.
Especially at such close range, Flamme didn't even have the reaction time to deploy defensive magic.
However, she kept her face impassive and asked, "Who might you be, sir?"
Kraft looked at Flamme calmly.
Just now, upon hearing that the vanguard unit was surrounded by demons, he had taken the initiative to lead people to resolve it, only to arrive a step late. Most of the demons had already been dealt with by Flamme.
At that time, Kraft had observed Flamme's combat performance.
He saw a familiar flavor in it.
Kraft spoke slowly. "I am Kraft. Forgive me for stopping you; I have no ill intentions." He paused, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes. "It is just that from your fighting style just now, and the mana aura flowing around you, I felt a very familiar trace. Very much like... the style of two old friends of mine."
Flamme's heart skipped a violent beat!
Two old friends?
Given Kraft's age and status, the old friends he spoke of... Flamme almost instantly associated them with her two teachers, Serie and Rhodes.
suppressing the turmoil in her heart, she probed tentatively, "The old friends you speak of... could they be Master Serie, and...?"
"It seems you do know Serie." A look of understanding appeared on Kraft's face as he admitted it directly. "That is correct. Her and another one. Judging by your magic spells and some details in your combat habits just now, you should be Serie's disciple, right? She actually took a human disciple? That surprises me a little."
He was indeed surprised.
In his impression, although Serie was powerful, she didn't have much special affection for humans—or even her fellow elves—preferring to act alone.
In his memory, the only one who could stay by Serie's side, and as a human no less, was Rhodes.
Now that Rhodes was no longer in this world, for Serie to take a human as an apprentice—and such an outstanding one at that—really didn't seem like something the Serie he knew would do.
Flamme thought to herself: I am not just Master Serie's disciple, but also Master Rhodes's disciple!
But she dared not speak Rhodes's name, especially in front of this legend from the same era whose relationship with Rhodes was unclear.
She could only go along with his words and admit, "Yes, I am Master Serie's disciple."
Hearing Flamme confirm it personally, the emotion in Kraft's eyes deepened. "I see. I didn't expect her to have taken a disciple, and a human at that. I haven't seen her... for a thousand years."
His tone carried a barely perceptible melancholy.
For the long life of an elf, a thousand years might not be much. But for an elf like Kraft who had experienced tumultuous times and even "understood" human emotions to some extent, a thousand years of separation was indeed a long time.
Seeing this, Flamme actively offered, "Master Serie is doing well. She has founded the Continental Magic Association in the Royal Capital of Ersten, dedicated to spreading magical knowledge and cultivating mages."
"Founded a Magic Association? Spreading knowledge?" Hearing this, Kraft showed obvious astonishment and disbelief. He frowned slightly. "That does not sound like something she would do."
It sounded more like Rhodes's style.
Could it be that Serie was following his path? But isn't it a bit too late to learn?
Moreover, in his memory, Serie preferred researching magic and staying with Rhodes. Even when Rhodes taught Norne and Eirik magic back then, she had only watched from the side without intervening.
He looked at Flamme carefully, confirming she didn't seem to be lying. Finally, he could only sigh softly, whispering with a mix of self-mockery and relief:
"Perhaps even she has changed. True, a thousand years is enough to change many things. Elves are no exception."
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