Chapter 247: The Window Paper That Was Pierced
Kurtz and Serie's kiss still held no significance, and Flamme had no intention of watching any further.
'My magic has recovered a little, and I can barely stand up.'
Before the two could notice, Flamme dragged her legs and slowly left, beginning to search for Ayla and Frieren's presence in the forest.
Fortunately, the two were on their way back after seeing that the magical energy here had subsided, and Flamme met them not far away.
"Sister Ayla... Frieren," she called out in a hoarse voice, barely managing to stand by leaning against a large tree.
When Ayla saw Flamme, whose face was as pale as paper, her expression immediately changed slightly.
"Flamme?" She rushed forward to support her. "What happened to you?!"
Long before the battle between Flamme and Serie escalated, she had led Frieren away from the area where the two were sparring. Especially after seeing the entire sky change because of their battle, she took Frieren even further away.
When Flamme first proposed the sparring match, Ayla already sensed something was wrong. She wanted to stop her, but was stopped by a glare from Lady Serie.
As the battle between the two escalated, there was no chance to stop them, so she could only place her hopes on Kurtz.
Now it seemed even Kurtz couldn't stop them? Or had he already tried to dissuade them?
"What was that loud noise just now? Could it be that Lady Serie used the highest-level attack magic?" Ayla asked repeatedly.
Although she and Frieren had hidden far enough away, she still clearly sensed the terrifying pressure before the two world-destroying magical forces collided.
Frieren also looked at Flamme, a faint trace of worry appearing in her eyes, but it was hard to detect because of her unchanging expression.
Flamme leaned against Ayla, shaking her head wearily. "It's alright, it's over." She paused, then added, "I just lost this sparring match."
"A sparring match!?" Ayla asked incredulously. "What kind of sparring match can cause such a commotion? This is already a clash of forbidden magic...Luckily, Teacher Kurtz arrived in time."
She stopped halfway through her sentence.
Because there was more than one forbidden magical aura, she initially thought it was Teacher Kurtz who had intervened.
But if it wasn't like that...
A startling conjecture suddenly popped into her mind.
Has her junior sister already been able to cast such terrifying forbidden magic?
But what exactly did she do to anger Lady Serie to the point of casting such a forbidden spell?
Ayla gasped, completely bewildered.
But when she saw Flamme's pale profile, she chose not to ask any more questions. Instead, she helped her up and said softly: "Alright, alright, stop talking now. You're severely depleted of your magic and need to rest. Come sit down here."
She carefully helped Flamme to a clean grassy spot to sit down, then took out a potion to restore magic from her bag and handed it to Flamme.
Flamme did not refuse and took the medicine, drinking it in small sips.
The bitter medicine, along with that sentiment, was swallowed, ultimately vanishing like a bubble.
Frieren also came over. "Are you alright, Flamme?"
Looking into the elven girl's worried eyes, Flamme felt a warmth welling up inside her.
She forced a smile. "Thank you, I'm fine. I just need some time to recover."
Ayla sat down beside her and sighed. "You silly girl, you're really going too far. That's Lady Serie, after all..."
There was no blame in her tone, only lingering fear and helplessness.
Ayla didn't understand why Flamme suddenly wanted to challenge Lady Serie, especially in such a radical way.
Flamme lowered her head, looking at her still trembling hands, and said softly: "I know. I overestimated myself." There wasn't much emotion in her voice. "But I don't regret it."
Ayla looked at her, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only patting her head to comfort her.
Flamme lowered her head again, closed her eyes, and began to rely on meditation to restore her magic.
No one knew that beneath her calm exterior, a persistent thought had been planted deep in her heart like a seed.
'Live on.'
'To find a way to transcend the limitations of ordinary people with a mortal body.'
'Even if it's impossible, I'll still go and find it!'
Meanwhile, on that scorched clearing, the long kiss finally came to an end.
Serie was breathing heavily, her once clear golden eyes were now veiled with a hazy sheen, and her cheeks were flushed.
She didn't seem to have fully recovered from the sudden kiss and was still instinctively clutching Kurtz's clothes.
Kurtz stepped back slightly, looking at Serie's alluring blush, and resisted the urge to kiss her again.
"Do you understand now?" Kurtz's voice held a hint of lingering emotion. "That's my answer."
Serie blinked, as if she wanted to say something, but found that her thoughts were already in a mess.
She felt her heart beating very fast, and even the temperature on her face was not normal.
"...Mm."
In the end, she only uttered a muffled syllable as a response.
A sense of immense satisfaction and security enveloped her, making her temporarily too lazy to think about those complex issues.
'As long as this man is by my side, that's enough.'
Kurtz smiled at her unusually docile appearance and couldn't help but give her another light peck on the lips before finally letting her go.
Serie subconsciously touched her lips, where a trace of the touch still lingered.
She looked up at Kurtz, her gaze sweeping over the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and her brows furrowed slightly.
She reached out, her fingertips gathering a healing magic glow, and gently stroked the corner of his mouth.
Kurtz didn't move, letting her treat him.
Looking at the other person's focused expression, the gloom in his heart caused by self-blame seemed to be dispelled a lot by this gentle gesture.
"Next time..." Serie withdrew her hand, staring at him intently. Her voice regained some of its usual coolness, but seemed to have something else in it as well. "Don't do such a stupid thing."
Kurtz knew she was referring to the punch he had thrown at himself.
He smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and said: "Then you must promise me that next time you won't spar with your disciple to the point of having to use forbidden spells."
Serie pursed her lips, which was taken as tacit agreement.
The atmosphere between the two became somewhat awkward.
The barrier that had stood for millennia was finally torn down, bringing not only intimacy but also a sense of unfamiliarity that needed to be re-adapted to and redefined.
"Let's go find Ayla and the others," Kurtz broke the silence first. "Flamme is badly injured and needs care. And..." He paused, then sighed, "We also need to have a serious talk about what to do next."
"Hmm" Serie nodded.
[End of Chapter]
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