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Fear Not The Elf Who Knows 10,000 Spells by Silver W. King
Anime » Frieren: Beyond Journey's End Rated: T, English, Adventure & Fantasy, OC, Words: 106k+, Favs: 362, Follows: 446, Published: Apr 17, 2025 Updated: Oct 10, 2025
105Chapter 9
I stood with a bow and arrows in my hands. Greenery and trees around me.
Old Schroff and I were hunting in the forest areas down from the mountain.
The fishes were capture is mostly for selling, and we need to eat different stuff from time to time. Also animal pelts are useful to sell as well. Or as Old Schroff would say, everything from an animal had its uses.
I lined up a shot on a deer, half a kilometer out, the image wavered.
I lowered the bow, closing my eyes as I took in a deep breath and let it out in frustration.
I cast the eyesight of a hawk spell again, Formed this time. The deer was clear in my eyes, not image wavering, nothing wrong.
I held up the bow as I lined up my shot again. My arm shook. The draw was too much on my eight, almost nine year old body. My body strengthening wouldn't hold.
Focus.Focus.I told myself.
My arms were steady.
Then I saw Rein die to my Zoltraak.
I lowered the bow, unloosing the string.
It's been happening ever since the Death Tunnel visit two weeks ago.
It's like I lost my ability to shape my mana as I please. I can cast spells just fine.
Formed Spells—'Correct Spell Casting' as Schroff would tell me—I can do just fine.
But Non-Formed Spells, spells built by nothing but my imagination and will, those just crumbled at the slightest sign of distraction? Hesitation? ...Reality.
When I try to use them in an actual situation, the structure just crumbles.
I glared at nothing. It was just an illusion. Of course there are things strong than me. Or rather... better at using mana control than me.
I knew that. I expected that. It's just... it turned out to be a monster. A mindless beast that wasn't mindless. I wanted to tell myself it was a demon, but those guys are distinct. And the wiki explicitly said Einsams weren't demons, regardless of their nickname.
Even the old exercises of freely controlling mana were more difficult. Except mana suppression. I got better and making my mana levels appear smaller, like a normal eight year old.
Like a coward.
"It's about to move." Schroff said as he appeared next to me, dropping five dead deers next to him. His sudden arrival startling me.
He looked at my surprise, then looked away frowning. Probably berating himself for taking me to the Death Tunnel. Since then I've been afraid of something else getting into my mind.
The world felt vibrant and dead without mana detection.
"I shouldn't have taken you there." Schroff muttered under his breath, likely not expecting me to hear.
"Not your fault. I'd probably would have went on my own if I didn't pester you." I spoke up. I wouldn't, but he doesn't need to know that. Better appear as some wildly kid that's been humbled. Not that far from the truth.
"You know, you can string that bow without using that Bärentatze-like spell of yours, right?" Schroff said.
Bärentatze was a spell that granted one's arms and hands the strength of a bear. Useful for archers.
Of course even my body strengthening was based on something. I need to stop being arrogant.
"I'm not so sure." I muttered, feeling ashamed that I gave Schroff such high expectations of me that I'm falling short of.
Schroff scoffed. Okay, my self pity is getting annoying even to me.
"Cast Wurfspeer and just fire. Don't think about it." He said. "You're good at controlling the arrow after its loose." That's only because I was good at telekinesis. I'm not sure now I'll— "Three. Two..."
I took a breath, closed my eyes.
And cast Wurfspeer, feeling my mana and the World's mana fused into the shape of the spell.
"One."
I opened my eyes, drew the arrow back and let go.
My eyes still had their hawk eyesight. That spell kept going given its duration.
The arrow flew and had I no control over it, it would have sailed over the deer's head by a few inches. I lower it's vector and the arrow went through the deer's chest and struck its heart without piercing through the other side of its body. No need to ruin the pelt.
The deer stumbled then fell in the next moments. It instantly died before realizing so.
"Alright, go get it now." Schroff nodded with a look of pride.
When I looked down in shame rather than dash up to get the deer at super speed, Schroff frowned looking aside as he ran a hand through his hair.
"You still didn't read it?" He asked slowly. I bite down on my embarrassment and shook my head. It must seem like I'm wasting his time. "You know, you might try to hide it, but you always looked so excited when it came to that spell in particular. I always feared what kind of hellion I'd unleash if I teach it to you." He said chuckling, trying to lighten the mood.
I just loathed myself even more. Loathed how weak I am.
"I just don't want to mess it up."
One Week Ago
"Trenn, come here." Schroff said as I was sword training. I've been neglecting it for a while now, only training one hour when I wake up and one before I go to bed.
The sword was still heavy all this time. Wielding it was uncoordinating. Like, I had to learn how to use a zweihander or something. Except it's like Siegfried's sword from Soul Calibur, or Guts from Berserk.
I stopped my training, feeling my body heated up. Even with it now starting to snow more regularly, I still felt hot from swinging this damn heavy thing around.
I wiped away my sweat with a towel, used a spell to summon water than washes you up quickly, got dressed then went inside the cabin.
Schroff was waiting for me there with surprise. A slight smirk on his lips as he held up a book for me.
A Grimoire.
Although it was more like a pamphlet. Ten to twenty pages long.
I took it with some trepidation and a sense of rejection. A wish in my heart that it wasn't what I thought it was. I wasn't ready. I'd taint my wish with my current self.
'The Spell of Shortened Travel and Rough Terrain Maneuvering'.
I opened the first page and to my dejection I read the name of the spell after some general description.
Jilwer.
Just like I expected. Just like I always wanted.
And right now, everything in me wanted to reject it.
"I figured after that encounter with the Einsam, you need something to help you escape. Not only that was in six months when we make our trip to sell our goods, you'll need that to keep up with me." Schroff explained, as I look up meeting his gaze. He smirked. "What? You didn't think I usually just walked the whole way did you?" He laughed and waved me off. "When you first traveled with me I wanted to see how resilient you are. You showed you are. Patience and dedicated as well. So I know you'll excel with it. I think you'll only need two months to learn it." He smiled wildly, expecting me to jump in joy at being given a help that can aid in combat.
Yet quieter I continued to be as I just stared blankly, maybe even with some trepidation at the grimoire, the more worried Schroff became.
"...I don't know if I'm ready." I finally said.
Schroff lost is smile and grunted, as he rubbed the back of his head, and looked away.
"No one knows when they are. You just gotta put in the work, and let the results speak of your effort." Schroff said. I wanted to give a rebuttal, ask him to take back the grimoire. "Take your time in learning it." He said, stopping any rejection or self-condemnation from leaving my mouth. "Hitting a snag or two normal. That's part of living. You'll figure it out."
"What if I don't?" I asked.
"I don't think you'll let yourself quit. I've known you long enough to tell you're bullheaded." Schroff chuckled.
I found my lips twitching into a smile despite myself.
Yet it didn't change how I felt about finally having one of the two spells I longed for in my hand.
I don't want to learn it as I was now. I don't want to ruin this spell with my chains and limits.
I just don't know how to shed them, when the specter of that Einsam haunts my thoughts.
Schroff sighed and stayed quiet for a moment.
I need to get my shit together. I can't be a burden on the old man. Six months. Less now. I need to figure something out.
This isn't a guardianship, it's an apprenticeship. Well apprentice, go do your fucking job!
"I'll go get the deer." I said.
"No, I'll do it. It's faster that way." Schroff shook his head. "Watch the game while I get back. Keep your guard up. Forest is never a safe place."
"Got it." I nodded.
Between a blink of an eye and the next, Schroff vanished. A whistle in the wind signaled his movement.
I waited, just looking at the scenery around me, feeling the calm warm-ish air hit my face.
The forest was noisy, as it normally was. But there was something tranquil in that noise.
For a while I could just stop thinking, try and just focus on breathing, and let those dark emotions berating me, quieten and fall to the side for a bit.
Of course, such peace didn't dare last.
I didn't register what my eyes saw for a few seconds.
Rustle from the leaves, then a creature coming closer from the tree lines.
Then it appeared with a roar.
Giant stout body like a bear, orange fur with brown strips, a tiger's face along with claws and fangs dripping with acid.
Bäriger.
An aggressive monster with a terrifying appetite. It had a hard time eating due to all the acid it produced, but it killed its prey very quickly, so it could hunt many.
I didn't sense it until I could see it, and it could see me.
Because I didn't have mydamnmana detection on!
The Bäriger ran at me with a snarl.
I fumbled with the bow and arrows, trying to get the arrow nocked. I wouldn't make it in time.
The Bäriger neared with a growl, as it ran at speeds that belayed it's heavy mass. Just like a real bear.
I threw the bow and arrows aside and just grabbed at my magic.
A Defensive spell was thrown up immediately, just in time for the Bäriger to crash into the barrier.
As expected the monster stopped dead against the magical might of Defensive Magic.
Then it's acid began to melt it.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The acid is magic? Can affect magic?
What? Does this universe have some kind of daily reminder that I'm not hot shit?
I push more mana into the barrier and that stops it's deterioration.
Oh, so it's just a matter of sharpening up the foundation. Just make the barrier stronger.
That also meant it's taking more mana to maintain.
I readied a Zoltraak, maybe I can used this opportunity to focus my imagination and convection once more. Right here and now, I create the spell shape with my mana alone. I imagine the beam piercing through everything like a heated rod breaking through a sheet of ice.
Unlike the direwolf from that one time, the Bäriger wasn't slow in its attack frenzy.
The monster began breaking the barrier one piece at a time, as hexagons started to shatter one by one.
The upper half of the barrier broke under it's relentless assault much faster.
"Don't get fancy, your life is more important."Schroff's words echoed in my mind.
The Zoltraak spell structure that was trying to stay held together, snapped into place instantly with the addition of World mana. A correct casting.
The Bäriger roared in my face. I fired the beam into its face.
It dodged.
My eyes widened in shock. This thing had much sharper instincts than I thought.
The Phaitagurd broke completely, as the Bäriger lunged at me.
There was no time I had to think. I cast Zoltraak without thinking, just to kill this beast.
The beam fired from my hand as an idle thought came to mind.
Why am I rooted in place? Why didn't I just run? Why am I a lousy fighter?
Body strengthening is on? I realized much to my shock. When did I do that?
...I cast Zoltraak in a Non-Formed way.
I felt a bit of elation that when it was do or die, I succeeded into shaping magic by my will, visualization and conviction.
The Zoltraak slammed into the Bäriger's shoulder blowing up its arm off.
I missed?!
The monster shouted in pain, yet was still relentlessly dashing at me.
It's other arm, sharp claws and acidic goo still heading to my head.
You're kidding me? Am I... gonna die from something this stupid? Because I missed? My adventured ended before it even began—
The Bäriger's arm went missing, along with its head.
I heard the sound of something cause a bang as it passed in front of me. A sonic boom.
The headless monster stopped dead in its tracks, as its body began disintegrating before it even hit the ground.
Distantly I heard Schroff coming up to us, shouting for me, worried about me.
"Kid, you're okay!" Schroff said as he kneeled next to me.
Huh? When did I fall and sit down on the ground? My legs are shaking. Oh, I guess I'm in shock.
"Dammit, boy. Your life isn't worth some stupid game meat, you should have ran and moved around!" Schroff said, yet I was a bit transfixed by my savor.
"I'm just glad I got here in time." Said the hooded man.
The large man looked at us with concern, his large muscled frame showed someone that trained a lot and fought a lot.
He removed his hood, making Schroff's eyes widened in surprise.
It was an elf.
"Hello, good hunters. I wish you well on this day. You made a great showing against such a powerful mighty beast as the Bäriger. Its truly a shock that you haven't so much as a scratch upon your frame, young child. You should be proud of such accomplishment."
"Bah! Proud my ass." Schroff waved him off. "It will just get to the head of this little shit-stirrer."
The blond elf laughed.
"I am Flink the Archer. Might I know who you two are? It must be quite the story for how a Mountain Hunter and an Aspiring Mage came to each other's company?" He said in good-nature.
"'Mountain Hunter'? That's an old title." Schroff muttered. "I'm Schroff, an Archer of the Weißer Berg tribelike my father and his father before him." He said as he gestured for me, his hand extended. I took it and he pulled me up to my feet. "This little one is Trenn. My apprentice. Not sure about being a mage. I'm not one and he doesn't have anyone to learn from."
"Truly?" Flink asked in surprise.
I was still mostly silent as I was stunned by the random appearance of this elf.
Schroff dope slapped the back of my head.
"Boy, stop being rude and introduce yourself."
"Ow! Right, sorry, I'm Trenn."
Excuse me for being shocked, because this universe seems to have a sense of humor.
The first elf I met in this new life wasn't some cute waifu. No.
Rather it's some bro that's a member of the Church of Swole! What the fuck!?
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Fear Not The Elf Who Knows 10,000 Spells by Silver W. King
Anime » Frieren: Beyond Journey's End Rated: T, English, Adventure & Fantasy, OC, Words: 106k+, Favs: 362, Follows: 446, Published: Apr 17, 2025 Updated: Oct 10, 2025
105Chapter 10
"By the Goddess's divine light, young Trenn, you truly have a talent for cooking these skewers." Flink said as he took another piece of deer meat from his skewers and bite into it with clear joy.
"Yeah, he complained about my food sometime, I told him if he didn't like it to make his own, and he said 'bet', before he cooked a fish all on his own. Damn this felt like a tavern girl who worked the kitchen had made it."
I grinned at that memory.
"Bet what?" Flink asked, as I blushed a little at my use of modern slang.
"I dunno, some young kids slang of these days. Something like 'I bet I could do it', or the like." Schroff scoffed.
"I know humans are always in a hurry, but shortening words now?" Flink asked in mild shock.
"Bah, I dunno, what kids do these days. Probably it's just some fun they have between themselves and then will grow out of it, to speak proper like an adult." Schroff said.
"Hmm, depends on what writings survive for a few centuries." Flink nodded.
Okay, this is getting a little bit too silly, with these old folk focusing on my wording. Also it's kind of a hilarious image to see an old man, and a young-ish elf, while knowing the elf is likely older than both our ages combined and multiplied a few times.
"So!" I said out loud to cut this embarrassing discussion short. "Flink, you're religious? I didn't think elves believed in the Goddess?"
"Hmm," Flink paused in thought. "I can not say if I do or I don't, but it is one of the human traditions that stood the test of time, thus I appreciate it."
...When an elf says 'stood the test of time' how fucking long are we talking about?
"And what do you think, young Trenn? Do you think the goddess is real?" Flink asked.
Schroff raised an eyebrow at such a question being asked to someone so young.
"She's probably real." I said, shrugging. I mean, I reincarnated into this world from another.
Gods are most definitely real, so odds are, so was the Goddess of Creation, given how old her religion was, given what Flink said about it.
"Hmm, really?" Schroff now looked at me, curious.
"Oh?" Flink also looked intrigued.
"What?" I frowned (pouted) at their reaction.
"You're a brat, and you sound like you're speaking from evidence." Schroff chuckled.
"What Schroff here says, rings true. You do not speak from faith, and it is intriguing to hear such from one so young." Flink added.
"Hmmm..." I held my chin in thought as I looked to the sky. How do I bullshit this wasn't making myself look weird? "Sir Flink, you're old enough to have travelled enough to acquire some common or basic knowledge about different topics, right?"
"I'd like to think so, yes." Flink nodded with an amused smile.
"Don't tell me but, do you know how the Goddess's magic works?" I asked.
"I am familiar with the basics, yes." He nodded again.
"Well, here's my theory." I began to replay, as this was something I thought about before. "Normal magic, at least the most commonly accepted and known form of it, is about combining one's own mana, with the mana of the World to form a Spell. The distribution is fifty-fifty. Then the spell can only be fed mana from the user to be sustained."
"Correct so far." Flink eyes widened momentarily as his amusement turned to appreciation.
"So!" I raised a finger like a teacher explaining something, or a scholar. "I theorize that a Goddess's magic work by making it so that based on one's faith, the World supplies mana for the spell after it's formed, rather than you needing to supply it yourself."
Schroff raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head in exasperation for some reason.
Flink's smile however widened.
"Schroff, has young Trenn ever studied with a priest?" Flink asked.
"No. That old lady Gütig never mentioned it, nor has he. We have yet to visit any towns for my trade." Schroff shook his head.
"Trenn?" Flink asked.
"Nope. I was too busy training while living in Schwanz to bother with that. Life as a Priest just isn't for me. I wanna get married when I'm older." I said. Flink and Schroff chortled a laugh out loud. "Likewayolder." I pouted.
"And..." Flink took a moment to calm down. "How did you come to such conclusion?"
"When Mr. Schroff here taught me how spells worked, I figured it out from there. Magic is magic, but if there's such a strong distinction between normal magic and Goddess magic, then it has to be something fundamental." I explained.
Flink just looked at Schroff with a raised eyebrow, which was weird.
Schroff shook his head with a chuckle.
"No, I didn't teach him that fancy way of talking." Schroff said.
"I'm speaking normal." I huffed and crossed my arms.
"Do not mind the jest, young friend. It is simply that you sound beyond your tiny years." Flink said, good-naturedly.
"Didn't have to say 'tiny'." I muttered.
"You know, there is still a theological debate on whether this phenomena of how Goddess magic works, truly means the Goddess is real or not in the Royal Academy, in the Kingdom last time I was there." Flink said. I didn't feel like asking when was that, this time. "I wonder, what make you sure the Goddess is 'probably real' as you said."
"Well," I thought for a moment. "Faith and prayer, well, they're a conversation. Can't have one person in a conversation, someone has to be answering from the other side."
Flink's smile widened, as if he was fascinated by what a human child was saying, and that he hadn't heard this before.
"And if it's simply a natural phenomena of World mana?" Flink asked.
"Faith is still a deciding factor. I assume the more faithful Priests tend to have stronger spells, right?" I asked, and Flink nodded. "If that's the case thensomethinghas to be listening and responding to that faith."
"It could be a cast of magic visualization. The more belief one has that a spell can work, can cause it to work better." Flink argued, looking like he was having fun.
"Visualization for Mages, faith for Priests?" I said, thinking out loud to myself. "Huh, wonder if you can combine both." I muttered. "I dunno." I shrugged as a final answer. "It's just that gut feeling, there being a Goddess makes more sense."
"A surprisingly mature answer that many have taken on." Flink said, before slapping his knees and standing up. "So, what adventures do you two seek next?" Flink asked, as we finished up the meal.
I began to clean up the impromptu campsite, while Schroff gathered up our hunt rewards for the day.
"Not much of an adventure. Just back home from another day of work, rinse and repeat." Schroff said.
"All parts of life are an adventure to those who see it as such." Flink replied back with a nod.
"Hmm," Schroff grunted. "What about you? As an elf, surely you know that the Southern Lands are, well, little bit of a shit show right now."
"Well, it's because I heard of its current turmoil that I wandered here to check on something." Flink said. "Tell me, Mr. Schroff, have you travelled the Froststaub Mountains before?"
"Bah! Of course I have. I live there." Schroff scoffed.
"Oh!" Flink's eyes widened in delight. "Then have you heard of the Schneeleute Tribe?"
"Hmm?" Schroff's expression scrunched in thought. "'Snow people'? I think my tribe were called that at time, when they were only a handful."
"Truly? How fortuitous. They were a group of people I helped a while ago settle upon that mountain. Aided them with making spells to help their lifestyle as hunters." Flink grinned.
"...Oh!" Schroff stood straighter. "You'reGreat AncestorFlink. Books kinda failed to mention you were an elf. Or maybe it was forgotten."
"When you say a while ago, you mean...?" I asked.
"About, hmm, three hundred, three hundred and twenty years ago." Flink said after some thought.
"Sounds about right." Schroff nodded.
"Hmm." I nodded seriously before something more important come to mind. "I thought you were an Archer?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
We finished gathering up our things, campsite broken up and all, and now we're ready to head on our way.
"Ah, I had a phase were I tried to be a Mage, but didn't find a passion for it." Flink said sheepishly.
"...And when you say a phase, how long was that?" I wondered.
"Just a little century." Flink said casually.
"Ah, of course." I nodded solemnly.
"Tell me, Mr. Schroff." Flink turned to the old human with a kind smile. "How fares your people? I feared what this human war would do to them, that it would pull them into its relentless maw."
Schroff sighed and looked crestfallen.
"I do not know." He said, and Flink lost his smile, looking commiserative. "About, what was it now, twenty years ago as the tension between the Anti-Elf Coalition and the Elves Shield started to be visible, the Head of the Tribe predicted that our people would be seen as a military assets in that situation, and decided that they'd all leave the Southern Lands."
"But you stayed." Flink said.
"What's the use of a heating spell for cold weather, if you don't live in the cold?" Schroff shrugged. "It's my home. The memories of where I grew up and lived at there on that mountain. I can't leave it. Someone has to remember."
"And now you have someone to remember?" Flink said with a small smile looking at me.
"Nah," Schroff waved him off, surprising Flink. "Kid wants to be a Mage. He just didn't want to learn magic from those stuck up weirdos in his town. Kept bugging me to learn folk spells." Schroff snorted before he smiled. "I got a helper around for a while, and he gets to practice magic, without those Shield fanatics breathing down his neck."
"How wondrous young Trenn. It seems your apprenticeship is baring much fruit. Standing before the Bäriger earlier and having enough of a mind to cast those spells, is a courage and focus those many times your age fail to grasp." Flink said easily.
"Y-Yeah, I guess." I gave a fake smile and looked down, not really feeling all that proud of my 'achievement'.
"Do you feel you have not done enough? That you could have done more?" Flink asked, making me snap my head to him.
I looked at his understanding expression, and remembered at that moment that this was a person who lived for hundreds of years. Of course he can easily see through me.
"I could have defeated it if I'd just..." How can I explain my problem in a simple manner that makes sense?
"A Bäriger isn't something a novice Warrior can vanquish, young Trenn. Even for a Mage, it's a surprisingly agile beast." He said in a supporting manner, and I don't want to insult his kindness but the disappointment I feel in myself wasn't easy to brush off.
"..." I didn't know what to say. Surprisingly help came from an unexpected place.
"The boy wants to be a Mage using Non-Formed Spells." Schroff interjected.
"What?" Flink let out a laugh of surprise. Upon seeing Schroff's serious face, he looked at me with a smile of subtle amazement. "Trenn, trying to master magic that way would be like building a foundation made of air." Yet his tone somehow didn't sound admonishing.
"Maybe." I started to say, sure surety entering my voice. "But if I focus on Formed Spells... Every Formed Spell comes with a baseline of what it can do. A Phaitagurd even at the lowest level will stop an arrow. A Gluthalt will light a campfire or just a log of wood on fire and keep it going for an hour without input. These baseline, these Certainties in Formed Spells might be good for normal Mages to use and depend on, but I see them as a trap. An invisible chain that limits what you can imagine or visualize a Spell can do.
"That's why I want to master Non-Formed Spells. Yes, keeping the spell structure just so it would be cast would be on me, but..." I smiled as I remembered the simple dream, the image I held onto for too long of what I'd be able to do with Jilwer and Reelseiden once I finally got them. Then frown because I had the grimoire for Jilwer back home but feared opening it.
"Trenn," Flink spoke up, getting my attention back on him. "Can you indulge my curiosity and tell me what you were training in? I might be able to offer an insight."
"Well..." I shrugged and decided why not. Free advice is free advice, especially when it comes from elves. Like imagine if there was a consultant agency ran by elves in this world, it would likely make infinite money or something.
So I told Flink about my usual training, my daily routine, all mana exercises I usually carried out and all that. Flink throughout my description held a patient smile on his face.
"And that's about it." I said after I finished telling him about my sword training which I sadly wasn't doing as much in.
I didn't tell him or Schroff about my visualization training for Jilwer and Reelseiden, only that I did mediation and visualization training in general before bed and when I wake up in the morning.
Flink turned his head to look at Schroff.
Schroff nodded.
"Yeah, the kid's a workaholic."
"Young Trenn." Flink turned back to me, looking like he was struggling not to laugh. "Truthfully I'd tell you that you are pulling yourself in too many different directions. That you should spend a few years on each individual skill till mastery." Flink said and I looked down because I expected that advice. "That is what I would tell an elf." I looked back up intrigued. "But you are human, your time isn't the same as ours. So rather my advice would be..." Flink thought for a moment, before he let out a laugh. "Have you heard the story of Gesang and Stein?"
Schroff and I looked at each other, then shook our heads.
"Oh, it's a great story. Gesang and Stein were dwarfs who were brothers. One day Stein goes to Gesang and says 'Brother, I found a mine under my house. I think there might be riches there, but I fear it would collapse my house if I dig in it'.
"Gesang without looking tells him 'Riches await! Riches await!'. Encouraged by his brothers words, Stein goes and digs into the mine. A year passes, and indeed his home did collapse from the unstable foundation it gained. Stein goes to his brother and says 'Brother, I dug the mine, yet I have found no treasures and my home is in ruins'.
"Gesang tells him again without looking 'The path is forwards! The path is forwards!'. Stein renewed by these words goes and digs into the mine for another five years. He grew stronger and more hearty from the work, yet became more poor for he still found no treasures. So Stein goes to his brother angry and in sorrow. 'Brother, I have followed your words and they did nothing my lead me to ruin. My home is gone and my wealth is ashes. What more must I do?'
"Gesang stood up and shouted with his eyes closed. 'DIG THE HOLE! DIG THE HOLE!' Seeing the passion and fury in his brother words, Stein stood up once more, resolute, grabbed his pickaxe and went back into the mine. For ten years more he kept digging, and miraculously he discovered a vein of gold, silver, mithril and many other precious and magical metals. Stein goes to his brother, hugged him and say, 'Brother! Through your wise words I have not only gained unparalleled strength but treasures for a thousand lifetimes. I have my pick of the lovely maiden of our hometown. I could not have done it without your wise words.'
"In response Gesang shook himself as he focused on Stein and said 'I'm sorry brother, I was singing, what were you talking about?'"
Flink laughed his ass off as he finished his tale, while Schroff look confused and I awkwardly smiled.
Seeing our reaction Flink pouted.
"What? Not even a chuckle? That story used to be a knee slapper not three centuries ago." Flink whined.
"That story has a lot of context the listener is suppose to have known beforehand, isn't it?" I asked, having gotten the idea from context clues.
"That's right, all the response Gesang said to his brothers were phrases from popular songs at the time." Flink smiled and nodded. "The point that I'm saying is, it's fine if your feeling stuck, but are you truly so? Have your efforts really not brought on any results?"
"Oh they did. They definitely did." Schroff commented, surprising me. "Trenn here managed to perfectly cast Offensive and Defensive Magic from the first time, even if he took longer to learn then. He learned how to sense World mana in literally less than an hour, after I explained that it exists, and that's likely because he trained his mana detection diligently before I ever took him in." On and on Schroff went, telling Flink of every accomplishment I ever did.
My ears were burning. Schroff isn't one for praise. He isn't someone that would make a remark on everything I did. He'd just say 'good job' and move on. Seeing him talking about me like that, with... with such pride, I couldn't help but want to cry.
I really had been berating myself when I had someone who believed in it that much?
"I see. Your diligence truly is amazing, young Trenn. And it has not gone unnoticed." Flink said, and Schorff grumbled and said nothing. "I don't need to tell you that path of mastery that you want isn't gonna be easy, you already know that. But I do want to tell you that it isn't going to be uniformly pleasing. You will stumble, you will end up with blocks and limitations, there's nothing wrong with that. Even if the Formed version of spells end up giving you a mental block, that doesn't mean you can't overcome it later on. The mind can flourish like a garden if you dedicate time to it, and you have been a loyal gardener returning to it everyday to water it with your dedication." Flink said with a simple smile. "So take heart, Trenn. And keep digging that hole."
I laughed out loud at the joke this time.
Flink, The Archer POV:
The boy will be a monster once all grown up.Flink couldn't help but think.
People generally stick to a single discipline, a single Class as it were, due to simply the limited time they have in their life, and that any Class skills require dedication to master.
A Warrior needs to practice their chosen fighting path, swords, spear, axe, whatever weapon they use, and their hand to hand combat daily.
A Priest needs to pray and keep their faith burning bright.
And a Mage needs to study and memorize their spells and tomes.
And due to that dedication to a single Class, a person can excel but they form habits that have them see their Class as all they need to dedicate their time to.
Some individuals have walked different paths of disciplines before, but they couldn't bring out their full potential in either path. Rarely did some succeed, yet they were still known for their primary Class.
Of course, a Class such as Hero is beyond this simple classification.
The human boy, Trenn however, seemed to be one, that in the future will break this mold. All because of his dedication.
In the future, a Mixed-Class might end up more known, all due to this boy.
Flink stumbled upon quite the unexpected surprise. The blond elf had been traveling the Southern Lands in search of the Snow People he helped those centuries ago
To find a descendant of them was good fortune, and from little Schroff's story, there are likely more of them out there that fled before things could get bad in the Southern Lands.
There was still a chance to find them out in the rest of the continent.
For now, he decided he might stay for a little while to care of little Schroff of the Schneeleute, before heading off.
Also, he was curious about little Trenn. The human child astonished him with his dedication and what he managed to learn and accomplish in what little time he had lived.
Flink was a young elf of two thousand years, he had seen quite a lot of the world already. Yet, the boy Trenn might be something new. Another human that might leave their mark on history that sticks to humanity's myths and legends.
It would be interesting to witness the start of that.
"You're staying with us?" Trenn asked, with that adorable crunched expression of incredulousness and curiosity.
"Aye, if Mr. Schroff and you would have me as company?" Flink nodded toward them respectfully, after all they are to be his hosts if they accept.
"I don't think we have the space in the cabin." Trenn said, looking toward little Schroff.
Schroff looked to be disgruntled as he mentally debated with something.
"I'll show you Eisdorf. You can find a place to stay there." Schroff accepted.
"What Eisdorf?" Trenn asked.
"The village were my tribe used to live. I moved out when they did and build that cabin to be able to live on my own without looking at all the empty houses." Schroff said bluntly.
He was a prickly human, Flink decided, but that was understandable. Some got like that in their old age.
"We have a whole village next to us and you never told me!" Trenn cried out.
Flink noticed the subtle twitch of Schroff's lips and mentally agreed. Trenn's reactions were amusing.
Once we were back home I immediately went to my room. I had nothing else to do for the day. No tasks, chores, whatever, and I gave my self a break from training today.
I went to my nightstand, and opened the drawer.
The Grimoire was there.
I took a deep breath and picked it up.
No more moping. No more running.
Time to take the first step of my dream come hell or high water.
And if my fears or imagination limited what I wanted Jilwer to be, or what it could be?
Well, as a legendary digger once said.
Row row, fight the power.
I turned the book cover and began to read.
It was night time where Old Schroff expects me to train outside, or do my own thing, since we were done with the chores of the day.
Flink was a nice addition to have around, and even offered to teach me a little swordsmanship himself.
Which made it all work out for what I now planned to add to my training routine.
I stood before Death Tunnel, facing it with all its creepy glory.
I could tell the Einsam was there. Even without mana detection I could just feel it in my guts.
I took the rope from the wooden post, that stood before the entrance. I cast the spell to strength ropes, Seilstark, in its Formed Spell shape. It doesn't matter if that would affect my mental image of spells or imagination power. Live, survive and improve.
I did focus on the mental image of carbon nanotubes while casting the spell, focusing on making the rope as strong as possible. In theory, a single spider's thread of carbon nanotubes could carry 6 tons.
So a whole rope should be able to do much more, even if it can't fully replicate that feat.
I tied the rope around my waist.
Closed my eyes.
And blasted my mana detection in full force. Not just the normal mana detection, but the one that granted full sight of the world. It was like synesthesia, I could feel/see/hear the totality of space within my mana detection.
So I also instantly felt the mental hit by the Einsam's mental thread.
It broke through the mental barrier I constructed right away.
I grinned. The fact that it interacted with that mental barrier, meant it can be affected at all. It can be stopped. Eventually.
So now it was just a matter of practice.
"I'M BACK, BITCH!" I shouted as I took my first step into the tunnel.
I could feel the monster's surprise at my attitude and mental state.
I didn't care for its illusions. This time I was studying it and fighting it. The illusions felt like someone colored the world around me in a wave of buckets of paint.
It was an interesting case study of mana control if you can detach mentally from the whole thing.
I did so. And I did so with a song.
"I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole~! Diggy diggy hole~! Diggy diggy hole~!"
Would this be considered racially insensitive in this world?
Aaah, who the fuck cares?
"BROTHERS OF THE MINE, REJOICE! SWING! SWING! SWING WITH ME!"
The Death Tunnel was filled with dozens of Zoltraak beams fired at the same time.
I 'killed' Schroff, Rein and everyone I knew dozens of times, but I didn't care. The Einsam panicked this time, and I will celebrate it's death throes in the end.
AN: I'd like to tell everyone I have up to 10 chapters ahead on Patron with an E.
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Fear Not The Elf Who Knows 10,000 Spells by Silver W. King
Anime » Frieren: Beyond Journey's End Rated: T, English, Adventure & Fantasy, OC, Words: 106k+, Favs: 362, Follows: 446, Published: Apr 17, 2025 Updated: Oct 10, 2025
105Chapter 11
61 HPV
Wake up.
Keep my eyes closed as I cast Jilwer, and feel my mind speed up. The world slows down around me, even if I don't see it.
I visualize a world frozen in time, and as I traverse it, with every swing I cut the world like it's a picture in a book.
I do this long enough to feel my mana fall down a quarter, then I get up.
The more I improve in the speed spell, the less morning time I technically spend in real time. Meaning more time for other training.
First cardio and weight lifting using boulder. A mount has many of those.
I even used the enchanted sword Löwenjunges gave me as an extra way to train. For me as it's wielder, it's always heavy even if I'm not swinging it.
So I used it to hold it over my back, while doing one-handed push-ups.
Training with the enchanted sword was never easy. I constantly have to keep up body strengthening up to move it around. Thus its enchantment activates and makes it heavier once more. As I improved in body strengthening, and as my body naturally becomes stronger from all the mana I have daily pumped into it, the enchantment compensates to keep the weight the same, so I am always struggling with this blade.
Thus I am always improving.
Also according to Flink turns out my body strengthening does have a Formed Spell version called Vigorkern. Although it fell out of use, because what use does a mage have, for physical strength.
It was a good reference as I could mentally compare notes on how my mana feels with either my method, or the spell. Turns out mine was better. The baseline improvement of Vigorkern were just much lower than mine. Like it made one twice as strong, but mine was like jumping from an average person's physical ability to someone a bit above peak human physical ability.
So whenIuse body strengthening, that effect is much more pronounced.
So after three hours of sword training, I go back to my magic training.
I already have all the folk spells Schroff knows memorized. I may not have mastered them all, but I know what they are, and can practice them one by one in my own time.
I keep up the full world sight version of mana detection around half a day now. I don't need my eyes to see the world, Ifeelit with my whole being.
Sadly I can only do this outside of combat. In an actual combat scenario with stakes, and need to focus and cast other spells, I can only hold onto the full world sight mana detection for around ten minutes at most.
While I do that, I completely suppress my mana till nothing is leaking. Yes it makes more sense to keep up the restraint to a level that makes me feel like a warrior, but I do that all the time anyways.
This is to go further beyond that. You never know when you might need to be a ghost against mages.
From there I either run around the mountain, or do deliveries for Old Schroff when he needs it.
The closest town at the base of the mountain was a Wolfsruh, a town that was six hours away by foot.
With Jilwer I can reach it in ten minutes. Yeah, I'm a fucking car baby.
Still not enough to be a speedster where I'm running in a world frozen in time, but like Flink advised me, my journey to my goal doesn't have to be perfect, neat and tidy.
Then after I return from any chores, or running around the mountain while trying to zero down my mana levels, I go back to sword training, then at night, I venture into the Death Tunnel and fight the Einsam, while having the lifeline rope around me.
The moment I feel my mana drop to a tenth left, or feel the rope digging into me, thus meaning I went too far into the tunnel, I Jilwer out of there, and out of the Einsam's range.
Important thing I learn was that while it's illusion can affect what I see and feel around me, they don't affect my directional perception. Forward is still forward, right is right, left is left and backwards is backwards. And if the rope is digging into me, the direction of heading to where the rope was pulling from was the correct one, regardless of what my senses told me.
Haven't gotten a hit on that fucker yet, but I'm pretty sure I'm pretty sure I scared it a few time. At least that's what I like to imagine.
It's been six month since Schroff showed me why the Death Tunnel was a no-go zone.
Five and a half since Flink came and lived with us on the mountain—The home he took up was an hour normal walk away. I still can't believe Schroff didn't tell me about a whole village right next to us.
Although I did visit the place and it was eerie with how silent it was.
Regardless, even with everything I did in these past six-ish month, the most outstanding was the times Flink interjected into my training and I gained a sparring partner.
Thank god for elves with long lives, because I finally know how to use a sword, beyond blind swinging.
I dash forward enhanced blade pulled back. Flink stood with a simple wooden sword that he carved himself. And strengthened by magic so that I can't break it easily.
I lunged and spun, using the momentum of my spin to actually add some momentum to the slash.
THUNK!
The hit is angle to the side. The weight of my sword carried my momentum. I jumped with it to throw a knee hit to the elf's stomach.
Flink easily dodged by jumping back and away.
I landed on the ground, angled myself to face him again, and rush forward dragging. Normally when one uses a heavy weapon, they try to create a fighting style to accommodate, that focuses on delivering massively powerful attacks, even if they are slow, so one hit would be all they need.
Those people are quitters.
I took a deep breath, a habit that sadly I can't help, and Flink already knows about. Body strengthening and Jilwer were cast at once.
The air whined as I dashed forward, I moved like my body was light as air, and my arm swung with the speed of a sparrow. At least that's what I like to imagine it looked like.
Flink of course already anticipated this tactic, raised his sword and prepared.
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
A strike from the left. Flink block with a back block,
A follow up of pulled back followed by an upward slash, Flink moved his blade down and out, diverting the momentum away.
My arms carried the momentum up. I readied a direct downward slash.
Flink moved and met my swing. The blades clashed and I struggled not to have my sword fly out of my gripe from the force it pushed against. Seriously why is that wooden sword not breaking yet. I swear he makes them stronger every time.
We both pulled back and clashed again. Over and over I tried to find an opening, to gain even one strike even if it was futile. I pulled the sword back with one hand, poised for a stab and thrust forward.
Pull and thrust. Pull and thrust.
Flink maneuvered between the stabs like he'd fucking Neo or something, simply taking the smallest movement, or diverting the sword with the quickest and smallest act of his wooden sword to parry.
Yet as the battle flow got going, that is when the enchanted sword's magic reacted, as if now realizing that the weight was lighter for me, and thus began increasing.
I overcompensated by increasing the mana on the body strengthening, yet I knew I didn't have long before the weight grew abominably heavy that I'd have to drop the enchanted sword from my hand to reset the enchantment.
My muscles strained to keep swinging the sword at the speed I was at. My stomach and core muscles were clenching too hard from me, rooting myself on my feet and not letting the growing weigh carry me off my balance. Even my legs struggled with having to keep moving, keep up my footwork back and forth and not stay still like a statue.
Flink was working up a sweat, so I was pushing him, good.
Then he jumped up high in the air, using the fact that he's afucking adult and this is cheating!
Flink summersault in the air turning it into a spinning slash. I brought up my blade in to block as it was too fast to parry, or for me to jump out of the way.
The wooden sword shattered from striking my enchanted sword that I held up horizontally to block the attack. The sheer weight of my sword now, made it drop from my fingers, almost snapping them. Flink finished his summersault over me, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he threw a kick at my back.
I grunted in pain at the hit threw me forward, but it wasn't something that would take me out of the fight. I rolling forward with the momentum, and spun around to face the elf, and launched myself forward.
Without the enchanted sword to weigh me down, I blasted off like a rocket, appearing in front of him from a lunge into the air, and throwing a punch at his face, with the wind hugging my fist.
Flink turned his head to the side, and deflected the punch with an arm block while punching with the other.
I quickly brought up my arm and 'caught' a punch to the stomach with my other hand.
I may have said 'caught' but it was more like being hit by the cannon ball, and launched me away across the training field.
My hand hurts, my stomach hurts, and as I hit the ground, not my back hurts, yet I couldn't lay still, as I rolled back up to my feet.
Flink was onto me, and came and threw one punch after another, each making the air scream from their speed. I swear, every one of his punches had the force and speed of a shotgun.
No longer was I on the offensive, Flink let me have my fun earlier, and now it was Dodge Training. Capitalization required.
Again and again I pushed Jilwer to not just increase my speed but also my reaction time. I didn't think in terms of speeding myself up by improving my physiological functions like nerves firing faster, or blood moving quicker.
Rather I thought of the world slowing down, as my perception sped up, as if a wave of lightning was moving threw me. Hey, if I unlock speedster Flash power, it would be a complete coincidence. Totally not because I want it.
But its only because of that spell that I could avoid the onslaught of punches that wailed on me.
I was bobbing and weaving, seeing the pattern in this strikes. Finally after six bloody months I could dance this rhythm, I could see,I could fight—
So of course Flink, the bloody cheating elf who cheats, at that moment used Jilwer.
My legs were lost from under me, as I found myself staring at the oncoming ground.
The ground smacked into me like a jilted lover wanting a kiss. Meaning it was just an excuse to give me pain.
Ow! If only I could have avoided this.
Wait, I could use flight magic, I could have avoided this. Double ow.
"Hahahahaha! Excellent warm up, young Trenn. You really are in excellent form this day." Flink said with a hearty laugh. "Now, what say you we spar for real."
He knows I'm fighting for real.
HeknowsI'm fighting with all I've got.
Yet he always says that at the start of every training session.
Stupid smug elves, that won't let me punch their stupid smug smiles, from their stupid smug faces.
I got up and we sparred for another hour.
Then we sparred at full, me with my full magic arsenal, and Flink with his bow and arrows. The point of this specific spar is to be able to use everything I know in a fight, integrating everything, without being confused, or have decision paralysis in a real battle.
And finally after all that I got trained in archery before taking a rest for an hour and getting on with my day.
Every muscle in my body ached. It was awesome.
Today was the day Schroff made his round trip across Anfang.
First we head to Wolfsruh at the base of the mountain. Well, I say base, but the town is six hours away by foot. Ten minutes by Jilwer.
Then from there we head to Hochfeld, which was two weeks on foot. Two weeks and bit? I think it was sixteen to seventeen days maybe. I didn't care to remember.
Then from there its two weeks exactly to Ackerheim, I remember that because that part of the trip ended after two weekends, and we stayed their for two days before moving on.
Finally there's nine to ten days between Ackerheim and Schwanz.
This is all not counting the day or two taken at each town to rest up at an inn.
Jilwer cuts all that time out by an insane degree.
With Jilwer it would be ten minutes to Wolfsruh, six hours to Hochfeld, five to Ackerheim, and finally three hours to Schwanz.
A two month trip cut down to only one day. Fuck I love Jilwer!
Of course neither Schroff nor I have infinite mana, so with rest and pacing between each Jilwer sprint, we'd make the trip in three to four days.
Three or four days not counting staying at an inn in each town to rest for the day.
So more like a week to make the trip all the way to Schwanz, then one week back.
With mine and Schroff's preparation complete, game and fish meat secure and Lastfrei, the spell to make thing weigh less cast (not useful on the enchanted sword), we were ready to head out.
"You're not coming with us?" I asked Flink, trying not to show my disappointment. It was expected that now that Schroff and I were heading out, he'd continue his own travels again.
"I'm afraid so, young Trenn." Flink looked at us with a sad smile. Absentmindedly, he was rubbing his forearms from our spars earlier. "This had been a wonderful short rest," of fucking course six months are a short rest. I didn't roll my eyes, but Flink laughed as if reading my thoughts all the same. "But I'm afraid I must head on my path. Schroff," he addressed the old man. "I will search for your kin in the other Lands, and should I find them I will bring news of it. Ten years and I will return here regardless of the results of my search."
"I'm not holding my breath." Schroff grunted, but gave Flink a grateful nod.
I kind wished he's stayed with us some more.
"Why would your hold your breath? No creature can hold its breath for ten years?" Flink looked at us in confusion.
We look back just as thrown off.
"It's a saying." Schroff said slowly.
"It's not even that new, it's really old!" I added.
"Hahahaha! Fellas, fellas, I jest, I jest is all." Flink laughed us off.
This frickin' dork elf.
We said our good byes and each went on our way.
Looks like I'm finally going back to Schwanz. Wonder if anything changed at all?
AN: 61 HPV, Trenn is now 9 years old. His birthday is the equivalent of January 1st. Unless Frieren world uses Gregorian calendar then it's just that.
Also Flink is never appearing again in this fic, as would be expected (I think) of a Frieren story.
You meet an elf once and never again, unless you're part of their story.
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Anime » Frieren: Beyond Journey's End Rated: T, English, Adventure & Fantasy, OC, Words: 106k+, Favs: 362, Follows: 446, Published: Apr 17, 2025 Updated: Oct 10, 2025
105Chapter 12
The trip to Wolfsruh was uneventful since I went to it every other day.
Schroff and I left immediately after we sold our bounty, fish meat, game meat, pelts and other items made from animals.
The trip to Hochfeld made me feel fired up a bit. Something about running with Jilwer on an open field just felt... right. Like the world opened up to me. Something clicked, and it's like my strides were greater.
A few times I noticed Schroff was falling behind and I had to 'slow' down. The old man took a break a few times on the road, but soon enough we reached Hochfeld with time to spare. Even Schroff commented that today was a good day, as we reached the second town early.
After that we rented a storage room for our bounty, and booked an inn room for the night.
Schroff went to the tavern, and I walked around Hochfeld. A peaceful farming town on elevated plains. Nothing much going on with this place, same as when I came here last time.
Hmm?
There was something odd I noticed as I walked around town, and looked at the people. Those living here, and those traveling and passing by like me and Schroff were.
The people moving around in general, there was this... foreboding feel in the air. Nothing much was happening, but it's like people's easy going or cheerful expressions were forced. Like someone anticipating bad news, but thinking that if they ignore and don't hear it, it won't come.
"Still no news from your friend?" One merchant asked another.
"He told me he'd hire bodyguards to travel from Ackerheim to Schwanz. They say monster attacks along the road have gotten particularly fearsome." Said the other merchant.
"I heard it was bandits gathered from villages ruined by the Coalition." Said some village fool.
"Sheeesh, stop talking about that nonsense. You'll jinx us with your doom sayings." Said the first merchant.
These were the kind of talks circulating in the market.
It was a bit foreboding, but it's just the beginning of bad news, not necessarily that bad news did occur.
Maybe if things look tense when I visit Schwanz I can ask the matron that she takes everyone and head to a different town. I'm basically rich (for a kid) since all money I've made, I don't spend. Any food I need I hunt, and any items I need I make (even clothes). Man, making money in medieval fantasy Europe was easy. Heh.
I blinked at something came to my senses that I haven't felt in a while.
A mage.
Not someone using mana at an increased rate, like an archer like Flink or Schroff, but someone that specializes in using mana.
They had just entered the town. I noticed because of how fast their mana moves compared to the average person. But its size, it's... huh.
It felt like a dark tower of mana. The largest I've ever seen on another person thus far. I say 'dark' not because it feels 'evil' but just something to be wary of.
I know my mana when fully released it shoot out of me like water directly out of a fire hydrant.
That dark tower is easily, hmmm, twenty maybe? Thirty times my mana volume?
Hmm, I wonder how I can beat this person without Reelseiden?
It was clearly an elf. Beyond the size of the mana, due to all the mana reading I did while living with Schroff and Flink I could now tell the difference in how the mana of a human and the mana of an elf felt like.
But only in general terms. I can identify someone by their mana yet.
...Oh. They're heading towards me.
Okay, watching that tower of mana maneuvering through the town streets at a steady pace and heading toward me, was kinda terrifying.
I could imagine the Jaws theme music in my head.
Daaaa rum! Daaaa rum! Daaaa rum! Dud dud dud dud! Dud dud dud dud! Darara~!
"Oh? How unexpected?" Said the mage, their head covered by a cloak hood.
Neat thing about my height as a kid? That type of disguise doesn't work against me. I can just see through that by looking up.
"I was wondering how was staring at me so intently. To think what I thought was a Mage was just a child?" Said the lady mage.
"Mage?" I pouted and crossed my arms.
My mana is suppressed, it should be perfectly stable for now, and it's at the size of a warrior.
Heh. Let's bluff and see if it works!
"Lady, I don't know what you're talking about! I'm a Warrior!" I said pumping my fist in the air. "Well, future Warrior. One day I'll be as strong as the great Eisen!" I declared whole heartedly.
"Oh? Truly," Said the lady that under her hood I could see was slightly dark skinned and...
Okay I can see that she has elf ear and that's what I should focus on, and be amazed that I met the second elf in my life and so soon, but... the whites of her eyes are black!
Judge, I swear it's not a racism thing. It's just freaky to look at.
"What a surprise." Continued the hidden elf lady. "Normally a child of your age would have a third of your mana, even when training to be a Warrior."
"Ah, shit. Really?" I grumbled.
Dammit, Flink! Why didn't you say anything!?
Then again he wasn't a mage, so how could he know but still!
No wait. He's an elf and is centuries old at minimum, he should have known better.
The elf lady giggled as she lightly laughed in her palm.
"Quite the jester, young one. I suppose I can excuse the rudeness from earlier as ignorance." Said the creepy elf lady.
"Rudeness?" I tilted my head in confusion at her.
"Why yes." Smiled the elf lady. "To use mana detection due to sensing something unusual is normal. But to keep up the detection afterwards? Why, it's like declaring that I am someone you are hostile towards."
"Eeeeum," I grimaced and let out a whine at discovering that. It made sense, in the anime no one had their mana detection always on twenty four seven. Except maybe Serie. "I guess I can see how that can be the case, but I don't wanna shut off mana detection. You never know when you might need it. Plus I might miss something cool."
The elf lady giggled some more.
Lady... you're pretty. And creepy. And pretty creepy.
"I suppose I can take the time to educate you on these manner, child. What is your name?" She said.
"Trenn. Nice to meet you." I said with a wide grin.
Something shifted in the elf lady's mana. Her face showed nothing, yet her mana felt, as if... not dangerous like it's about to be used, but alert?
Maybe I'm reading it wrong. I can't full tell people's emotions from mana yet, but her shrugged a tiny bit at the mention of my name. It's weird.
"Likewise," she said with a smile. "My name is Minus, Trenn."
AN: This is a short chapter, but I think this is the only one like that.
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