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The reception room.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Count Orden quietly looked outside.
Sunlight shone on him through the window.
Yet, his entire being felt very heavy.
"It's over, Gabel."
Count Orden's tone was unreadable, but tinged with loss.
It was over, meaning the troops had recovered, and the commission was finished.
It meant Stark was leaving.
"Yes, my lord."
Gabel lowered his head, smiling bitterly.
After spending this time together, how could he not see that Count Orden had already treated Stark like Wirt?
Paternal love is silent, but over the past few months, Count Orden had turned this silent paternal love into audible actions.
His meticulous care for Yulian, Frieren, Fern, and Sein.
Seeing that Stark seemed to have something going on with Fern, he deliberately put on a serious facade and asked Fern to attend the same training as Stark as his dance partner, creating a topic of conversation.
This allowed the two to dance gracefully together at the banquet quite naturally.
Noticing Stark's timidity, he then encouraged him...
One thing after another.
Gabel saw it all.
"Truly..."
"It's hard to let go."
Count Orden touched his injured eye area, sighing softly.
"If it weren't for this injury, the one standing on the front line should have been me."
"And Wirt wouldn't have..."
"No... Wirt might not have died."
"My lord."
Gabel lowered his head, offering comfort.
But he could only say so much.
"Knock knock~"
The door to the reception room was gently knocked.
"Come in."
Count Orden returned to his usual resolute appearance.
His stern, scowling face was imposing without anger, making people feel quite helpless.
"The commission ended yesterday, right?"
Frieren walked into the room and spoke.
Following behind her were Fern, Stark, Yulian, and Sein.
"Yes, it's finished."
Count Orden looked at Stark, who was hiding behind them, and spoke.
"Gabel, settle the reward."
"Also, take Frieren to find the Grimoires."
"Yes, my lord."
Gabel responded and led Frieren away.
Frieren, before leaving, pulled Yulian to go with her.
"As for Fern and Sein..."
Count Orden pondered how to speak and send the two away.
"What?"
Fern looked curiously at Count Orden's face.
Hesitating?
Hesitating about what?
This was completely contrary to his usual strong-willed style.
"I understand this."
Sein smiled, pulled Fern, and walked towards the door.
"We're going to grab a bite to eat, see you later."
"Wait, I want to go too!"
Stark looked at the two who had already reached the door and quickly shouted.
"Bang!"
However, Sein had already slammed the door shut.
"What the..."
Stark lowered his head, muttering.
He was still wearing yesterday's red and gold noble attire, although his hair was styled as usual, he still looked exceptionally handsome.
"Stark..."
Count Orden mustered his courage and spoke.
"You are a powerful warrior if you are willing..."
...
"No."
Frieren's clear, cold voice rang out.
"What about this one?"
"Magic that makes liquids dance?"
Yulian found another Grimoire and placed it in front of Frieren.
"Water Magic: Water Dance."
Frieren looked at the Grimoire Yulian handed her and read it aloud.
"How about that, it's great, right!"
Yulian was secretly pleased.
If used well, this Magic should be able to summon a water giant to participate in battle.
"No."
The next second, Frieren casually threw the Grimoire onto the floor beside her.
"What the, is there a better Grimoire than this?"
Yulian looked at Frieren's action in shock.
Count Orden's library did have many good Grimoires.
But besides books on Magic history, there weren't many books detailing Magic itself.
Only a few hundred.
And more of them were Magic used by knights, such as acceleration, sharpness, sword aura slashes, and so on!
There weren't many Magic used by magic users at all!
And Frieren was even disliking the Water Dance Magic, which could be considered summoning Magic!
"What are you spacing out for, hurry up and look."
Frieren glanced at Yulian indifferently, her movements not pausing for a moment.
Attack Magic?
No.
Defense Magic?
No.
Magic for making food?
Hmm...
Frieren thought about Fern and Yulian, then shook her head again.
No.
"I don't get it!"
Yulian looked at the Grimoires being casually thrown aside by Frieren, his eyes full of confusion.
He even saw several other Grimoires that were no weaker than the Water Dance Magic, such as barrier Magic or penetration Magic.
But Frieren just didn't like them!
Frieren naturally heard Yulian's complaining shout, but she just pursed her lips and smiled slightly.
"Found it."
Frieren held the Grimoire in her hand, smiling with satisfaction, revealing two charming dimples.
"What Magic?"
Yulian curiously leaned closer to Frieren.
He could even smell Frieren's light, elegant fragrance.
"Water Mirror Magic."
Frieren proudly handed the Grimoire to Yulian.
Her happy emotions were clearly visible.
"Water Mirror Magic?"
Magic that can replicate the reflection in the water/
It couldn't be such an overpowered Magic, could it?
Yulian seriously looked at the Magic's description.
As soon as he finished reading, Yulian's mouth instantly twitched uncontrollably.
"How about that, isn't it amazing!"
Frieren proudly leaned closer to Yulian, gently nudging him with her elbow.
"Am... amazing."
Yulian forced a smile.
Water Mirror Magic, as the name suggests, is Magic that makes the water surface smoother, with a reflection effect comparable to a mirror...
Yulian covered his head.
He suddenly remembered another title for Frieren - the Mage of the age of peace.
She didn't choose those high-power attack Magic or defense Magic with full defensive capabilities, but instead chose the most useless Water Mirror Magic...
"Hey, say it sincerely."
Frieren rolled her eyes at Yulian, pouting while hugging her beloved Grimoire.
The next second, Frieren felt a large hand approach her small head.
Frieren instinctively shrunk her head, but found that Yulian merely gently reached out and ruffled her hair.
Hmm... ruffled her hair...
"What are you doing?"
Frieren pouted, looking at Yulian calmly.
"Ahem, I couldn't help myself, couldn't help myself."
Yulian awkwardly withdrew his hand, smiling sheepishly.
In short, after seeing Frieren choose such a useless Magic just now, Yulian subconsciously ruffled Frieren's head out of frustration.
"Really."
"Let's go."
Frieren showed the Grimoire to Gabel, then got up and walked towards the door.
However, what Yulian didn't hear was Frieren muttering softly afterwards.
"My hair is all messed up..."
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