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A week passed quickly.
But in this short week, Frieren and Stark both had their own goals.
After tidying up the dishes, Yulian lowered his head and smiled.
It took Yulian a month to develop the Magic of farming.
Now a week has passed, and everyone is about to embark on their journey.
Yulian couldn't help but wonder how Mistress Frieren's progress was.
Had she developed the so-called farming Magic?
What was the difference between the farming Magic Frieren developed and his own Magic?
Thinking of this, Yulian couldn't help but call out.
"Frieren, your..."
But halfway through his sentence, Yulian looked towards the table in the living room but did not see Frieren.
"Strange, where is Frieren?"
Yulian looked around but didn't find where Mistress Frieren had gone.
"Mr. Yulian, are you talking about Frieren?"
Fern was sitting at the table reading a Grimoire at this moment, and when she heard Yulian ask, she immediately replied.
"Mistress Frieren seems to have gone out with Grandpa Voll."
"Gone out?"
Yulian looked towards the door.
It was already getting dark at this moment.
The night covered this small Village, making it appear quiet and peaceful.
The sound of rustling footsteps could be heard, it was Frieren and Grandpa Voll climbing the small hill beside the Village at this moment.
Green fluorescent light glowed faintly on the mountain, illuminating the path ahead for the two of them.
The chirping of cicadas that came from time to time added a few more touches of tranquility out of nowhere.
In movement, there is stillness.
Frieren smiled slightly.
"How has Stark been learning with you recently?"
"Not bad..."
Grandpa Voll replied without hesitation.
"Besides being occasionally strangely timid..."
"The red-haired boy is now a very qualified warrior."
"Is that so?"
Frieren smiled slightly.
"To receive your affirmation proves that he has indeed made a lot of progress."
"Haha..."
Grandpa Voll chuckled.
"I didn't expect even Frieren to start saying complimentary words."
"No, just telling the truth."
Frieren turned around and tilted her head with a smile at Grandpa Voll.
"I had a very happy week, Grandpa Voll."
"Thank you."
"Hmm?"
Grandpa Voll squinted, seemingly deep in thought.
"Although you basically spent this week with Stark..."
"And I was also researching farming with the villagers..."
"But..."
Frieren stood among the fireflies covering the sky.
The gentle breeze lifted her beautiful hair.
"But I don't know why..."
"Just knowing that the people I am familiar with, the things I am familiar with, are still here..."
"Makes me feel very happy, very joyful."
"I see..."
Grandpa Voll seemed to understand Frieren's thoughts and nodded slightly.
"However, if we're talking about who should really be thanking who..."
"I'm afraid I should be thanking you, Frieren."
Grandpa Voll looked at Frieren with a serious gaze.
"You should probably know that I am already old and confused..."
"Many things, many things I can't remember."
"Even..."
Grandpa Voll lowered his head with some guilt as he spoke.
"Even when you first arrived at the Village, I still thought it was a stranger from somewhere else."
"Grandpa Voll..."
Frieren spoke softly.
"I know I'm very sorry, Frieren."
"But after allowing me to finish saying I'm sorry..."
"Let me express my heartfelt gratitude to you."
"It was you, Frieren, who made me recall everything from the past!"
Having said this, Grandpa Voll paused.
"I dreamt of her yesterday..."
Grandpa Voll's lips held a happy smile.
"I can't remember how many years it's been."
"I originally thought I would never, ever be able to remember her voice, her smile, her appearance..."
"But ever since you came to the Village, I've gradually started remembering."
"My dear wife."
Did he remember?
Frieren pursed her lips, listening quietly to Grandpa Voll's words.
But she had a bad feeling in her heart.
"Her face, her voice, her gaze, were so gentle..."
"My heart, which had been worn away by time, seemed to glow with brilliance again."
"It's you, Frieren."
Grandpa Voll opened his eyes, which had been squinted for a long time.
It was astonishing how bright these eyes were.
"Your existence told me..."
"My wife, that gentle and beautiful woman in my memory, was a person who truly existed."
"And my hundred years of perseverance were meaningful!"
"Cough cough!"
As Grandpa Voll spoke, a cold wind seemed to hit him, causing him to cough a few times uncontrollably.
"Grandpa Voll, let's go back."
Frieren reached out to Grandpa Voll, supporting this powerful warrior.
"No..."
"No, Frieren."
"Almost there."
Grandpa Voll reached out, pointing towards the top of the hill.
"Grandpa Voll."
Frieren bit her silver teeth, tears flashing in her eyes.
"Frieren, help me over."
"Frieren."
Grandpa Voll's vitality was rapidly dissipating.
But in the end, he still stubbornly wanted to walk towards the top of the hill.
"Okay!"
Frieren's tears fell, and she held back her sobs, supporting Grandpa Voll step by step towards the top of the mountain.
Saying she was supporting him, but it was more like Frieren was pulling Grandpa Voll forward with effort.
The chirping of cicadas gradually quieted down, and the heavy footsteps steadily moved towards the top of the mountain.
"We're here."
Finally arrived.
At the top of the mountain, beside a small mound of earth.
Grandpa Voll leaned against it contentedly.
He gently stroked the mound beside him, a satisfied smile on his face.
"We're here..."
Grandpa Voll murmured softly.
Finally, with a peaceful smile, he passed away.
"What..."
"What is this..."
Frieren looked at the scene unfolding before her and couldn't help but cover her eyes and cry loudly.
She didn't have few friends, but she definitely didn't have many either.
But in these long years, one friend after another had left her.
Why, now even Grandpa Voll!
"Drip—"
"Drip—"
Large tears fell to the ground with Frieren's cries as she covered her face.
It hurts so much!
My heart hurts so much!
But why!
Frieren cried loudly and freely.
Her body trembled slightly, uncontrollably.
"Hmm..."
At the top of the hill, Yulian, behind Frieren, quietly watched this scene, feeling a bit helpless.
He saw that Frieren and Grandpa Voll had been out for a long time and hadn't returned, so he followed the path they took.
But he didn't expect to see them again in this state.
"Grandpa Voll!"
"Why, why am I alone again!"
Frieren cried out loudly.
A long lifespan often represents the torment of endless loneliness!
"Frieren..."
Yulian spoke softly, finally unable to help but step forward and gently pulled Frieren into his arms.
There were no other thoughts.
Only because she was crying like a child...
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