[Reward Emotion Points Acquired: 500,000]
The notification that flashed through her mind filled Fíliya with delight.
As expected of a living god. Just by surprising her a little, I can reap so many points.
Her system operated by rewarding her whenever she provoked any emotional fluctuation in a target—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, and so on. The reward was based on the intensity of the emotion and the difficulty of inducing that change.
Therefore, when facing this "living god," even the most minuscule emotional shift could earn Fíliya a bountiful reward.
......
"You are quite impressive, Fíliya."
From Fíliya's perspective, Serie, who had been sitting cross-legged, straightened her posture slightly. The look in her eyes contained something akin to admiration, she thought.
"Your understanding of mana, your comprehension of combat—both are truly outstanding. The human race is never lacking in geniuses. Even Lernen, at your age, was nowhere near this level... You will become a mage whose name is recorded in history."
The last part of her statement wasn't an expression of hope, but a declaration of clear judgment.
The Elf Serie had truly taken a liking to the young mage before her; she was thoroughly pleased with everything Fíliya had demonstrated. If she had to find a fault, it would be that the young mage's mana was a bit too scarce... But that wasn't an issue. There were many ways in this world to rapidly increase one's mana. Compared to mana, what this young mage possessed was a perspective that transcended her age, perhaps even her era. That was far more valuable than mere mana.
She could see it: burning in the young human mage's eyes was the fierce fire of [Ambition].
This child is so interesting, far more so than that boring Frieren, who only knows how to waste time, she thought.
Receiving praise from a "god" naturally made Fíliya very happy herself.
What made her even more ecstatic was that, almost at the exact moment Serie's words fell, she received another five hundred thousand points as a reward from her system.
In the span of just a few breaths, she had earned more than she had on her entire previous mission.
And so, Fíliya made up her mind.
Today, she was going to fleece this living god for all she was worth.
...
After settling her little plan, Fíliya saw Serie stand up and, with slow, gentle steps, descend from her stone throne.
She only stopped when she stood directly in front of Fíliya.
"Name a magic you desire. Any magic at all."
Serie's tone was soft, her words spoken slowly.
Hearing this, not only Fíliya but also Lernen, who had remained silent at the side, was utterly stunned. Of course, his shock also became nourishment for Miss Fíliya's point collection.
"Lady Serie? Isn't this a [privilege] one can only receive from you after becoming a First-Class Mage?"
Fíliya asked, tilting her head with a puzzled expression.
"It's only a matter of time. The selection for First-Class Mages will be held in another two years anyway. As you know, the world of mages is a world of [imagination]. And I simply cannot imagine a future where you fail to become a [First-Class Mage]."
"Even so... the privilege should be granted to Lady Fíliya at that time."
Old man Lernen finally seemed unable to hold back.
He truly couldn't understand why his master held this girl, Fíliya, in such high regard.
And this feeling of his... Could it be jealousy? No, he was an old man with one foot in the grave, how could it be...
He refused to admit it.
"Hm?"
Serie turned her head and glanced at her disciple with a puzzled look.
Today was truly a curious day. It wasn't just Fíliya... she was finally seeing something different in this disappointing disciple of hers.
"But I'm in a good mood today, so what if I insist on granting the privilege now?"
Serie narrowed her eyes slightly, as if trying to discern something more from Lernen.
"Then I can only abide by your will... In any case, it's not the first or second day you've been willful, Lady Serie."
Oh my... how sour.
Fíliya watched the old man who always gave her trouble with an excited expression. If a fourth person had been present, they would have surely seen the delight on her face.
To hear something that sounded like a petulant complaint from such an old man was just too novel and interesting. For Fíliya, the value of the emotion itself already surpassed the points rewarded by the system.
Unfortunately, the Elf, who did not understand the human heart, didn't seem to savor the strange flavor in his words as Fíliya did.
The Elf, who had lived for who knows how many ages, seemed to simply think that her disciple was truly no longer objecting.
Thus, Serie turned her gaze back to Fíliya.
"Speak. No one will interrupt our conversation now."
Serie looked at Fíliya calmly.
But Fíliya's mind was on something else entirely.
I see... It's exactly as the books say. Elves... are truly a race indifferent to emotions.
But it makes sense. If Elves, with their long lifespans, were still sensitive to emotions, they probably wouldn't be able to survive, would they? Fíliya thought to herself that this was likely a kind of biological self-preservation mechanism.
Sigh...
For a moment, she even felt a little sorry for old man Lernen. But in the face of a greater temptation, she quickly cast his somewhat lonely expression to the back of her mind.
To ask this living god of magic for a spell—this held an undeniable allure for any mage. Fíliya was no exception. She, too, had a magic she was willing to spend her entire life trying to learn.
It was... one of the highest-tier magics, lying quietly in the system's shop.
[Magic to transform humans into the Demon Race]
And its exchange cost was... 100 million emotion points.
Such an astronomical figure—Fíliya had always felt she could save up emotion points for a lifetime and still might not be able to afford it.
But in this moment, was she about to obtain this long-coveted magic ahead of schedule?
So, after composing herself, she tentatively made her wish to Serie.
"I want—[the magic to transform humans into Elves]."
Fíliya stated.
She was a very cunning person. If she had foolishly blurted out that she wanted [the magic to transform humans into the Demon Race], the consequences would be severe. Lady Serie would undoubtedly press her on why she had such an idea... and old man Lernen over there would definitely not let her off the hook.
After all, on this continent, the Demon Race was the mortal enemy of humanity—an existence humans were willing to pay any price to exterminate.
But [the magic to transform humans into Elves] was much easier to explain. Yes... perfect for a test.
Just as Fíliya had anticipated, after she stated her wish, Lady Serie was visibly stunned for a moment, then shook her head helplessly.
"I see... Come to think of it, I also feel that human lifespans are indeed too short. I have seen countless human prodigies, each with talent far surpassing that of the Elves. Unfortunately, they grow old and die in the blink of an eye. Limited by their lifespans, even the most exceptional genius is of little significance. If humans could be given an eternal life like the Elves... no, perhaps with just four or five hundred years, a champion would emerge from humanity, one strong enough to rival me."
"That's what you were thinking too, right, Fíliya... That's why you made such a strange wish."
"But you are destined for disappointment, Fíliya."
"I am an elven mage who has lived since ancient times. I can promise you, on my name."
"That kind of magic does not exist in this world."
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