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Magic is naturally not something sacred and holy; magic is just magic, merely one of people's tools.
Then, Goddess Magic, which is named after the Goddess and gives magic sacred attributes, and the magic said to only be usable by monks who believe in the Goddess, aren't they actually not that sacred either?
Sitting cross-legged on the large rock in the water, Fern thought of this, and her control over her Magic couldn't help but fluctuate slightly.
But the next second, a thin green bamboo pole gently pointed at Fern's head.
"It fluctuated, your mana."
Frieren emotionlessly opened her eyes, gently pointed the bamboo pole she held at Fern's head once, and then took it away like a dragonfly skimming the water.
"Mhm."
Fern nodded, and after taking a slight breath, her somewhat disordered Magic began to smooth out.
"Were you thinking about something?"
Fern's talent is absolutely unique.
Controlling Magic to the point of almost complete concealment, something as difficult as ascending to heaven for others, was for Fern merely the second after Frieren taught her the method of concealing mana.
What could make even a genius make a mistake?
Frieren asked curiously.
"Uh..."
Fern slightly controlled the frequency of her breathing.
"I don't know what Magic is."
"Grandpa Heiter said Magic is a gift bestowed upon people by the Goddess."
"Mr. Yulian said Magic is merely a tool for people to understand, control, and create to serve themselves."
Fern calmly stated her thoughts, trying her best to control the subtle fluctuations in her Magic.
"I see..."
Frieren nodded, sat up cross-legged, and began to think quietly.
Noble Magic?
Beloved Magic?
[Frieren, two despicable people who insult noble Magic are enough with just the two of us.]
[I like Magic.]
[Me too.]
In her memory, that shadow in front of her guided her forward with warmth and light.
[Flamme... Master...]
Nearly half an hour passed.
"Mistress Frieren?"
Fern's Magic fluctuated slightly again.
Mistress Frieren... she fell asleep?
Fern stared blankly at Frieren beside her, from whom faint breathing sounds came, her pupils widening involuntarily, her face full of disbelief.
"Sorry."
Hearing Fern's call, Frieren shook her head, blinked a few times, and woke up.
"So amazing!"
Fern's mouth slightly agape, she exclaimed in surprise and admiration.
"Do you mean falling asleep while training?"
Frieren hugged her legs and sat quietly beside Fern.
No joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness could be seen in her eyes.
"It's that even when you're asleep, your mana doesn't fluctuate at all."
Fern corrected Frieren's mistaken understanding.
"As soon as I get distracted, Mistress Frieren can easily detect it."
Fern gently touched her forehead.
It had been gently poked many times by Frieren with a bamboo pole during this time.
"You can do it too."
A faint smile curved Frieren's lips.
"Just calm your heart."
"Calm my heart?"
Fern imitated Frieren and gently placed her hand on her chest, only feeling something soft.
The sound of her heartbeat was very faint.
Fern looked strangely again at Frieren, who had her hand on her chest, and lowered her head thoughtfully.
It seems my heart isn't quiet enough, I should calm my heart.
"Frieren, Fern!"
Yulian's shout came from the Forest.
Since Frieren had been Fern's teacher for some time, Yulian had been responsible for their meals.
Fuleina, on the other hand, was at home taking care of Heiter's diet.
"It's mountain chicken today!"
Yulian shook his hand.
In his hand were several huge things resembling demons, with wings, large size, and the only common point with creatures like chickens was their slender necks.
"So ugly."
Frieren said bluntly, her face full of distaste.
"Ugly? I spent a lot of effort catching these in the mountain Forest."
While pouting, Yulian also showed off several red marks on his arm.
He was accidentally scratched by this mountain chicken. Yulian thought it would disappear soon, but unexpectedly, it became red and swollen after a while.
Uncomfortable...
"Well, but,"
Fern looked at the snake-like, chicken-like thing in Yulian's hand, her expression conflicted.
Girls really don't like ugly things...
"Thank you, Mr. Yulian!"
Fern, uncharacteristically calm in her breathing, gathered her courage and reached out to Yulian.
"Mr. Yulian, do you need my help?"
It's true that Yulian is responsible for their meals, but this isn't an obligation, it's love.
Fern would naturally be willing to contribute to their lunch!
"Fern~"
Yulian looked at Fern, moved.
Let's just say Fern is a good child. Even if the food this time is a bit strange, she doesn't dislike me!
But how could Yulian possibly force Fern to help him handle this strange-looking thing?
Although Yulian caught this ugly thing, he himself disliked it.
"Fern, you continue practicing Magic, Frieren, come and work with me."
Noticing the subtle Magic fluctuations on Fern and Frieren, Yulian knew perfectly well that the two were practicing shameless methods of concealing Magic.
But Demon Race who underestimate their enemies deserve to die, so Yulian had no complaints about the two practicing this.
He could only say that letting Frieren do some work would satisfy his mischievous intentions.
"No way~"
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Frieren had a face full of despair, pleading bitterly.
"If you don't work, you don't eat."
Yulian tilted his head back, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards.
This was one of the few moments he could get the better of Frieren.
"Wahhh~"
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Frieren wanted to cry but had no tears, yet she agreed with tears in her eyes and began processing this high-end ingredient with Yulian on the other side of the pool.
"Pull that hair out completely!"
"No, no, no, Big Sister!"
"Be quicker with your hands, give Brother Chicken a quick death!"
"Forget it, let me do it, you're almost blasting Brother Chicken into smithereens!"
On one side of the pool, Yulian was busy shouting and working.
While accusing Frieren, he was also busily processing this hard-earned high-end ingredient.
Strangely enough, although this thing was indeed ugly, it smelled incredibly fragrant when cooked!
The iron pot stew was finished, and the rich aroma of meat instantly spread out with an enticing fragrance as the lid was lifted.
Yulian gently poked the chicken with chopsticks, and after confirming it was indeed tender and well-cooked, he took out a plate from the vegetable basket, put rice on it, and generously scooped a large spoonful of chicken broth over it.
Sprinkled with chopped green onions, and adding Yulian's secret pickled radish, a colorful, fragrant, and delicious chicken rice with sauce was instantly ready.
"Fern, here you go."
"Thank you, Mr. Yulian."
[Thank you, Brother Yulian!]
The moment Yulian handed the plate in his hand to Fern, listening to Fern's sweet thanks, Yulian's mind suddenly felt a little hazy.
It was as if the Fern in front of him was still the same little pink-haired girl who used to chase after him all the time.
Nico...
I miss you...
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