"Teacher, teacher."
"Look over there!"
The little girl accompanying her master on a walk through the forest suddenly grabbed the elf's hand, pointing excitedly at the flower bed in front of them.
Serie cast her gaze over there, then shook her head.
What was it but some roadside wildflowers.
But little Flamme was very interested in this. After releasing her master's hand, she quickly ran to the edge of the flower bed, crouched down and gently touched the petals.
However, the current season had reached autumn and winter, and the gradually cold temperature was no longer suitable for flower growth.
The small patch of flowers before them was the last bloom of wildflower vitality in the mountains and fields.
Like a candle swaying in the wind, though the light remained, anyone could see its fragility.
Little Flamme carefully caressed the curled wrinkles on the petals, as if wanting to smooth them out and recreate the vigorous scene of summer.
But the cycle of seasons was irreversible, and her actions were destined to be futile.
Looking at the petals she had accidentally pulled off in her hands, little Flamme's smile fell, and sad emotions welled up in her eyes.
"Sigh, really..."
The elf had somehow come to stand behind her disciple. After observing little Flamme's expression, she silently extended her palm.
As a magical glow lit up, on the gradually desolate land of autumn and winter, beautiful flowers bloomed one by one.
There were windmill grass from the Central Nations, Cecilia flowers from the Northern Highlands, and many, many beautiful flowers whose names she couldn't call.
The little girl immersed herself in this ocean of flowers, stretching out her arms as if wanting to gather all this beauty.
The elf still stood behind her disciple, but at this moment, an imperceptible smile also curved at the corners of her mouth.
"Teacher, is this magic?"
"Mm." Serie nodded and answered: "Magic of Blooming Flowers, a boring magic with no real use."
"How could it be boring, master?" Little Flamme raised an objection.
"Being able to create so many beautiful flowers—this magic is clearly wonderful."
"By the way, master."
"Are those beautiful flowers imagined through your magic? I've never seen them before."
Serie's gaze shifted downward. After seeing those flowers Flamme was pointing at, her expression became dazed for a moment.
After a moment, she shook her head in denial.
"No."
"What can be generated by Magic of Blooming Flowers are all flowers that have truly existed."
"At least, they existed in history."
"Among the disciples I've taken in the past, there were some who liked flowers just like you."
"Teacher, teacher."
"Are you there?"
The beautiful woman in the forest spoke with the little girl who accompanied her, her smile becoming brighter as they looked at the flowers together.
Serie looked at Flamme in something of a daze. The child was speaking with such innocent joy about the beautiful flowers.
What was it that she had said? She couldn't quite remember now.
Little Flamme paid little attention to her master's brief distraction as she was too busy looking at the splendid flowers blooming around them.
Only when her teacher reached down to pick up her hand did she finally look up with excitement and chattering.
"Look at the colors on those petals, teacher, they're so vibrant!"
Serie nodded her head, seeing the wonder in Flamme's eyes.
"Mm. It's true."
"The flowers that can be created by Magic of Blooming Flowers all once existed in reality."
"At least, they existed in history."
"In my past disciples, there were those who, like you, loved flowers."
"For the flowers they favored, I recorded them."
"So that's how it is." Little Flamme seemed to think of something, her expression suddenly becoming serious.
"Then... master."
"These flowers—don't some varieties no longer exist in the outside world?"
"Mm." Serie nodded.
"No matter how beautiful flowers are, they're ultimately just fragile plants, just like Magic of Blooming Flowers—both useless things."
"In this era of great warfare between humans and demons, no one will care whether a flower species eliminated by the environment has left behind seeds."
Serie spoke of these things matter-of-factly, as if discussing everyday topics.
"Master, you're lying."
"You keep saying this magic is useless, but you yourself use it to preserve all the flowers your disciples loved."
The elf paused for a moment, probably not expecting the usually obedient little Flamme to contradict her.
However, what her disciple said seemed to be the truth.
Mm...
To maintain her teacher's image, it seemed she could only use that method.
Serie's eyes darkened, still replying to little Flamme in a bland tone.
"It was just done on a whim... casually."
"Elves have long lifespans, so we need to find things to do."
"Mm... is that so?"
Little Flamme looked at the brightly blooming flowers on the ground, then looked up at her master's unchanged expression. Unable to figure it out, she shook her head and simply stopped thinking about it, instead making a request to her master.
"Master, could you teach me this magic?"
"Teach you this meaningless magic?" The elf's brow furrowed. Clearly, Serie didn't want Flamme, who had good talent, to waste time on such magic.
Seeing her master frown, little Flamme immediately stepped forward, hugged the elf's arm with both hands, and gently shook it.
"Please, master, teach it to me."
Serie: ...
"Fine."
Against little Flamme's expression, the elf indeed had no resistance and quickly gave in.
However, Serie still set a strict standard for her disciple.
"I can teach you Magic of Blooming Flowers, but only during rest time after you complete your daily practice."
"Yes!"
Little Flamme readily agreed.
Seeing her disciple's joyful expression made even the elf somewhat curious, so she crouched down and asked:
"Why do you insist on learning this magic?"
"Hehe." Looking at her master whose gaze was now level with hers, Flamme said with a smile: "Because I like flowers."
"So I want to accompany master in passing down these beautiful things together."
"That way, even if master occasionally can't remember some flower species, I can help you recall them."
"Heh." Serie laughed coldly. "Forgetting such things rarely happens to elves."
"I won't forget what flowers my disciples loved."
"That's like saying..." Little Flamme pulled at the elf's hand, not arguing about this but instead gazing into her master's eyes and continuing to speak.
"Master, besides this, I actually have another idea, or rather... a dream."
"Let's hear it?"
Serie asked with interest, wanting to hear what this child's dream might be.
"Master, I want to establish an era where everyone can use magic."
The little girl's eyes sparkled like stars as she spoke seriously to her master.
However, Serie's brow furrowed imperceptibly. Her disciple's dream was somewhat too grand.
Even if she devoted her entire human lifespan to it, she probably couldn't achieve her dream.
An "era where everyone can practice magic" was indeed too distant from the present.
After all, she was still a child, always having some unrealistic fantasies.
However, the elf still asked her disciple:
"What made you develop this dream? Tell me about it."
"Of course, master." The little girl smiled in response. "The catalyst was just now."
"After seeing your magic, master, I thought of it."
"If everyone in the world could use such wonderful magic, then these beautiful flowers and the beautiful memories they carry would never disappear, right?"
Serie: ...
"Your dream will be very difficult to achieve."
"So I'll work twice as hard to try, master."
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny.
This should be how diary entries start, right? (That's right, I asked master)
Today, I finally learned Magic of Blooming Flowers. Although I'm tired, I'm very happy.
The first step of my dream is finally complete. Now I just need to think about how to teach this magic to everyone.
There's another matter.
To reward my progress during this period, master specially bought me a big diary book (happy!).
And at my request, master once again used Magic of Blooming Flowers, and I took this opportunity to analyze those flower species that have become extinct... extinct (that should be the right word?). This way, when master forgets in the future, she can ask me.
Hehe, I bet master definitely can't bear to forget those flowers.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: light rain
It's been drizzling on and off for almost a whole day. Autumn rain is really frequent.
And...
Master seems to have stayed in bed all day.
Every time senior sister went to wake her up, master said she'd get up when the rain stopped.
But today's rain never seemed to stop, so master never seemed to get up either...
Fine.
Master got up, just in the evening.
She even took us to eat lots of delicious food in the city. As expected, elves need to eat too!
"Also, isn't it a bit wasteful to preserve these useless memories just on a whim?" she said, but she still did it.
Little Flamme looked at the elf with bright eyes, and couldn't help but feel that this was somewhat contradictory.
"Master, apart from this, I won't really ask what made you think of this dream."
"What exactly is it?"
Serie looked at Flamme with interest, waiting for the girl to tell her what her dream was.
"Master, I want to establish an era where everyone can use magic."
The girl's eyes gleamed with starlight as she spoke seriously to her master.
However, Serie frowned slightly. This dream of her disciple's was somewhat too ambitious.
Even if she devoted her entire human lifespan to it, she probably couldn't reach such a dream.
An "era where everyone can practice magic" was indeed too far from the present.
After all, she was still just a child who always had some impractical fantasies.
But the elf still asked her disciple a question.
"What opportunity made you conceive this dream? Tell me."
"Of course, master." The little girl answered with a smile. "The opportunity was just now."
"After seeing your magic, master."
"If everyone in the world could use such wonderful magic, then wouldn't these beautiful flowers and the beautiful memories they carry never disappear?"
Serie: ...
"Your dream will be very difficult to realize."
"So I'll work twice as hard to try, master."
"..."
"Your dream sounds quite good, but it's unrealistic."
"So I'll work even harder, master."
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny.
Should diary entries start like this? (Right, I asked master)
Today, I finally learned Magic of Blooming Flowers. Although I'm very tired, I'm very happy.
The first step of my dream is finally complete. Next I just need to consider how to teach this magic to everyone.
There's another matter.
To reward my progress during this time, master specially bought me a big diary book (happy!).
And at my request, master used Magic of Blooming Flowers once more, and I took this opportunity to analyze those flower species that have become extinct... extinct (that should be the right word?). This way, if master forgets later, she can ask me.
Hehe, I bet master definitely can't bear to forget those flowers.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: light rain
It's been drizzling intermittently for almost a whole day. Autumn rain is really frequent.
And...
Master seems to have stayed in bed all day.
Every time senior sister went to call her up, master said she'd get up when the rain stopped.
But today's rain seemed to never stop, so master seemed to never get up either...
Fine.
Master got up, in the evening.
She even took us to eat lots of delicious food in town. As expected, elves need to eat too!
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
Master stayed in bed again today.
There are demon attacks near the city. Although master always says it's troublesome and doesn't want too much contact with the outside world, she still sent senior sister to solve this trouble.
So senior sister isn't here today, and the task of waking master falls to me.
Come on, I'll definitely make master get up early and not stay in bed!
Mm...
Master's sleeping posture... so cute.
I want to sleep holding master.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: cloudy
Senior sister is back, the city's crisis was successfully resolved.
But...
Senior sister seems to be hiding something from us. Her practice state hasn't been good recently, and master has reminded her several times to focus.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: XX (forgot to write)
Case solved, senior sister has a lover.
He's a warrior she encountered while subjugating demons some time ago.
Her recent absent-mindedness was also because she was thinking about correspondence with him.
Also, master fell asleep reading in her chair today. So cute, I want to keep one.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: light rain
Yesterday's diary was seen by master, tragic.
Today's practice intensity was so high, tired.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: don't remember
I forgot to write my diary yesterday, making it up today.
Senior sister resigned to master, saying she wants to pursue her own love.
But master seems somewhat unhappy, especially when senior sister woke her up for the last time, she actually wrapped herself in the blanket and refused to get up no matter what.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
Senior sister left yesterday, so today it's my job to wake master up.
Master never forces us disciples' personal choices.
But I can clearly feel that after senior sister left, master's mood is somewhat low.
Also...
The master who stays in bed is so cute, I want to keep one.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: forgot
I actually haven't written my diary for two days, mm... Flamme, how can you be so lazy.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
Today master went to buy books.
The city nearby had demon attacks again. Although master always says it's troublesome and doesn't want to get involved with external affairs, she still sent me to solve this trouble this time.
So today master wasn't there, and when master came back in the evening, she had new books on her head.
Also, I must make master get up early and not stay in bed!
Mm...
Master's sleeping expression... so adorable.
I want to raise master.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: bright
Senior sister came back, the city's situation was successfully resolved.
But...
Senior sister seems to be hiding something from us. Her practice state recently hasn't been good, and she's been reminded by master several times to focus.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: XX (forgot to write)
Figured it out, senior sister has a lover.
He's a warrior she met while subjugating demons.
Her recent distraction was also because she was thinking about their correspondence.
Also, master fell asleep reading in a chair today. Cute, I want to keep one.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: light rain
Yesterday's diary was seen by master, sad.
Today's practice was so intense, tired.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: don't remember
I forgot to write yesterday's diary, making up for it today.
Senior sister asked to leave master, saying she wanted to pursue her own love.
But master seemed somewhat displeased, especially when senior sister woke her up for the last time, she wrapped herself in blankets and refused to get up no matter what.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
Senior sister left yesterday, so today waking master became my job.
Master never forces our personal choices as disciples.
But I can clearly sense that after senior sister left, master's mood is somewhat depressed.
Also...
Master who stays in bed is cute, I want to keep one.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: forgot
I actually haven't written my diary for two days now, mm... Flamme, how can you be so lazy?
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
Today master bought books again.
Nearby the city there were demon attacks again. Although master says it's troublesome every day and doesn't want too much contact with the outside world, she still sent me out to solve the problem.
So master wasn't there today. When I came back in the evening, I found many new books on her bedside.
Also, I must make master wake up early and not stay in bed!
Mm...
Master's sleeping posture... adorable.
I want to keep master.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
Master stayed in bed again today.
She even set up a barrier at the door to prevent me from going in and calling her.
Mm... Although master says she doesn't interfere with disciples' choices, in her heart she actually hopes disciples can develop according to her plans.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
I take back what I said about master yesterday. Master came after all.
Although she didn't show herself directly, she watched from a distance using magic.
I caught this magical fluctuation.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: cloudy, rain
Two months later.
Today, we attended senior sister and her husband's funeral.
They died at the hands of a demon they should have been able to easily kill.
But due to its cunning and treachery, they ended up perishing together.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: cloudy, rain
The church's priests and monks held the farewell ceremony.
Before the wooden coffin was buried, master closed senior sister's eyes and said to me beside the coffin:
"Flamme, learn to be cunning and mean."
"At least, don't be easily calculated like her."
"I understand, master."
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
I seem to have stopped updating my diary for a long time.
But today has extraordinary meaning for me, so I'll make an exception and record it.
I'm also leaving master's side to travel the continent.
After all, staying by master's side won't accomplish my dream.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: forgot
Leave note (going to accompany teacher on a week-long countryside relaxation trip. Also, forget about the day before yesterday's promise)
Also, master's sleeping posture is so cute.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: heavy rain
About me accompanying master to the countryside for relaxation, only to get soaked like drowned rats on the first day.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: cloudy
We disciples all received invitations to senior sister's wedding.
Senior sister really moved fast...
But master doesn't seem to have accepted the invitation. She just glanced at the invitation senior sister gave her and put it back on the table.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
Master indeed isn't going.
She even set up a barrier at the entrance to prevent me from calling her.
Mm... Although master says she doesn't interfere with disciples' choices, in her heart she actually hopes disciples can develop according to her plans.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
I take back yesterday's words about master. Master came.
Although she didn't show herself directly, she used magic to watch from afar.
I detected this magical fluctuation.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: cloudy, rain
Two months have passed.
Today, we attended senior sister and her husband's funeral.
They died at the hands of a demon they should have easily defeated.
Due to its despicable cunning, they met a mutual destruction end.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: cloudy, rain
The church's priests and monks presided over the farewell ceremony.
Before the coffins were buried, master closed senior sister's eyes and said to me beside the grave:
"Flamme, learn to be cunning and despicable."
"At least, don't be easily schemed against like she was."
"I understand, master."
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
I seem to have stopped writing my diary for a long time.
But today is extraordinary for me, so I'll record it as an exception.
I'm also leaving master's side to travel the continent.
After all, staying by master's side won't accomplish my dream.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: sunny
Fortunately I recorded the departure diary, because I suddenly realized tonight that I've actually been traveling the continent for a whole year.
Time passes so quickly.
Now, I've accumulated experience destroying over a dozen demons, and found my own "despicable" fighting style.
Namely, constantly suppressing my magical power output to one-tenth normal levels, making it as natural as biological instinct. Even opponents extremely sensitive to magical power like demons find it difficult to know my true capabilities.
Demons judge opponent difficulty based on magical power quantity. Facing me, they always underestimate me due to my externally displayed magical fluctuations.
Thanks to this "underestimation," I've already used it to achieve victory against stronger opponents, defeating several demons whose strength exceeded mine.
As for whether this method is too despicable and disgraces the mage profession...
Senior sister used her life to teach me this "final lesson." I only know this lesson must be worthwhile.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, weather: overcast
Today.
I tracked a Demon General from the Demon King's army for a whole day.
Following its residual magical traces, I traced it to an elf village at night.
There, I discovered the Demon General - Bazalt of the Throne had already been eliminated, and the one who killed it was an elf mage named Frieren.
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