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Zoltraak!
"Biu~ Peng!"
Zoltraak!
"Biu— Peng!"
On the cliff, the little girl with purple hair held the Magic staff in her hand and tirelessly launched powerful Magic beams at the distant boulder.
It was just a pity that every time the light beam was about to hit the boulder, it would dissipate the moment before.
"Fern~"
"Come home for dinner~"
Yulian's panting figure emerged from behind the tree.
"Mr. Yulian, I still can't do it."
Fern said with sadness in her eyes, looking disappointed.
"Fern, you're already doing great."
Yulian calmed the disordered breathing caused by climbing the mountain, walked forward, and gently patted Fern's head.
Fern was only a nine-year-old little girl now; to have such astonishing mana and extremely high Magic control at this age could already be called a genius among geniuses!
"Mr. Yulian, what should I do to keep the flowing Magic gathered?"
Fern didn't mind Mr. Yulian patting her head, but while asking, she looked at the boulder with determined eyes.
"Fern,"
Yulian was a little helpless.
Too impatient.
Although Fern's talent was outstanding, age was always a barrier.
Until the time was right, no matter how diligent and hard she practiced, she would still be a little short.
"Zoltraak."
"Biu-- Peng!"
The magnificent purple light beam dissipated in the sky, like brilliant fireworks.
She was as stubborn as a mule.
"I can help you ask Frieren,"
"Compared to me, she is an excellent Mage."
Yulian offered a suggestion.
"Mistress Frieren?"
Fern stopped what she was doing and gently held the Magic staff in her hand.
Her lowered eyebrows seemed to be thinking.
"Yes, Frieren."
"I'll help you ask."
Yulian breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his shriveled stomach.
It seemed that he could finally make it in time for dinner tonight.
"Thank you, Mr. Yulian!"
Fern looked at Yulian with very serious eyes.
"You're welcome, let's go."
Taking Fern's small hand, Mr. Yulian led Fern down the mountain.
Perhaps because Frieren was engrossed in studying Magic books, Yulian had a better relationship with Fern.
It was precisely because of this that even when she had questions about Magic, Fern chose to ask Yulian instead of Frieren.
As for Frieren...
"Thank you, I'm starting!"
Under the light, Frieren, wearing the white dress Frieren gave her, happily picked up her rice bowl and started eating.
Yulian was resting his chin in his hand, deep in thought.
As for Frieren, this fellow seemed to be eating a lot lately, and after eating her fill, she would run upstairs to sleep.
It felt like a child going through a growth spurt.
Yulian lowered his eyebrows and looked at Frieren.
She did seem to have gotten bigger?
"Hoho—"
"Eat slowly, there's more if it's not enough."
Heiter, who had taken the Fountain of Youth, was clearly much more energetic.
The most obvious change was that he, who previously needed to rely on a cane to walk, could now walk normally.
He could even make a table of delicious food when Fern was busy practicing Magic and Yulian occasionally wanted to rest.
In contrast, Frieren had returned to her usual tranquility.
Eating, studying Magic books, sleeping; a three-point line life seemed to fit an elf's routine well.
Despite doing this every day, she enjoyed it.
Yulian smiled knowingly at such a life, finding it very beautiful.
"Time to eat, Mr. Yulian."
Fern gently called out.
"Mm-hmm."
Yulian nodded and also started eating.
Occasionally listening to Heiter and Frieren reminisce about the past, telling stories that now seemed almost legendary, the meal was nearing its end.
"Um, I'm going to the Holy City tomorrow."
"I'll trouble Heiter to take care of everyone."
Yulian and Fern finished cleaning up the dishes and spoke to Heiter.
"Going to the Holy City?"
"Is there something going on?"
Heiter was clearly stunned for a moment, but then he said that Yulian should go without worry, and he would take good care of everyone.
"Going to the Holy City again?"
Frieren stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at Yulian with suspicious eyes.
"De..."
"Sir Yulian, I want to eat the dessert you and Miss Frieren ate a few days ago!"
Frieren happily started ordering.
Fern, who was quietly washing dishes in the kitchen, secretly poked her little head out.
Hey, no way!
Yulian guessed that his going out might be noticed by a few people, but he didn't expect such a big reaction!
"Well, I promised the City Lord that I would be his bodyguard."
"I haven't been back to see him after being back for so many days, and it feels bad to take a hundred gold coins for nothing."
Yulian lied guiltily.
"So that's how it is."
Heiter nodded, then asked Yulian with some concern.
"Is the City Lord still Dragufil?"
"I think that's the name, is there anything wrong?"
This was the first time Yulian saw Heiter being serious, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Hmm," Heiter adjusted his glasses and sighed.
"Although it's a bit late, I should still remind Yulian."
"The selection of the heir to the throne is currently underway, and these important figures are all in the eye of the storm."
"It's better for Yulian to stay away."
"Whether as a Demon Race or a human, it's the right thing to do to stay away from trouble."
Yulian pursed his lips.
"I know that, but who asked him to offer a high price of a hundred gold coins?"
"?"
Heiter had just breathed a sigh of relief, but after hearing Yulian's latter half of the answer, the glasses he had just adjusted almost fell off.
"Just kidding, it's actually because of Baron Corist's matter,"
"I can't refuse."
Yulian explained helplessly.
"Me too," Frieren called out seriously, and Yulian looked at her serious little face.
"I want to do that too."
"Huh!"
"Frieren, you too!"
Heiter couldn't help but cover his head.
"Because I don't have any gold coins either."
=ω=
Frieren took out her shriveled wallet, shook it, and put a few scattered silver coins into her clean palm.
"Hmm... I'll ask the City Lord tomorrow."
Yulian remembered the few gold coins Frieren had freeloaded from him before.
"You remember to pay me back if you earn money."
"As long as I succeed, I will return it to you."
Frieren rarely showed the sweetest smile she had in the past few days, with a hint of playfulness.
"Really..."
It's hard to describe...
Heiter's face was full of worry, and his mood could not simply be described as depressed.
He had just promised him to be careful and not get caught in the vortex!
"It's getting late, so I'll go to bed first~"
Yulian waved his hand sheepishly and went upstairs first.
"Sir Yulian, don't forget my dessert when you come back tomorrow~"
Flenna's resentful voice sounded, and only then did Mr. Yulian remember that he had forgotten about her while focusing on lying.
"Okay, I won't forget!"
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