Chapter 20: Attempting to Hypnotize Frieren and Her Master
[My Otherworldly Customs Illustrated Guide and Conquest System!]
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[Flamme]
[Race: Human]
[A human genius Magic user who pioneered the beginning of human Magic opportunities, a genius known as a trailblazer!]]
[Conquest Difficulty: Six stars! Because she is human, there is a possibility of conquest.]
[Frieren]
[Race, Elf]
[Frieren, sexually frigid female elf, an extremely obtuse woman, suspected to be unattainable within a human lifespan]
[Difficulty Level: Ten Stars]
...
Two girls who voluntarily revealed themselves—no, one mature woman and one child—emerged from the bushes, immediately surrounded and guarded by wary soldiers.
Due to years of ongoing chaos in the northern regions, most northern towns harbored some degree of xenophobia, remaining highly vigilant toward outsiders—especially those traveling alone or possessing striking looks.
There were even absurd rumors circulating that handsome men and beautiful women were all spies for the Demons—a clear indication of lingering backward superstitions.
"Who are you!"
"Raise your hands!"
"Big bro, they don't have weapons..."
"Shut up!"
"Why are you entering our territory? Are there others with you?"
...
These makeshift soldiers, composed of idle townsfolk hastily recruited as part-time hunters and guards, displayed abysmally low operational competence, forcing Fingal to bury his face in his hands in secondhand embarrassment.
So humiliating!
Their incompetence was practically written on their faces—nowhere near the caliber of the knights Lord Orden once led, who were capable of slaying magical beasts. Warriors in this otherworld truly had their merits—elite human Warriors could even potentially defeat Demons.
"Sorry, we mean no harm... I am Flamme. We just wish to enter the town to rest," Flamme raised her hands in a placating gesture, a faint smile on her face to convey her peaceful intentions.
"Do I have to do this too?"
Frieren also raised her hands, recalling that this was the universal gesture for surrender.
"Ah, so it's Lady Flamme... I've long heard of your reputation, an honor indeed."
"Is this your daughter? She's quite adorable."
Fingal acted as if he'd heard of her before, warmly welcoming them—now intensifying his approach. Hypnosis System, activate!
[Flamme feels puzzled by you...]
[Entry generated: Slightly weary, she desires to relax... What form might that take? Flamme wonders if it might be good food, or perhaps something else.]
[Flamme's favorability decreased by 1]
[Current Favorability: 100]
Huh?
Tired, are you? Tired is good—if you're exhausted, you can rest on my bed.
Though Fingal was reluctant to admit it, he had been somewhat degenerating lately... He'd developed an interest in every pretty girl in town. If not for his high standards and fear of catching something unsavory, he would have already made his move.
He was the type—if they were attractive, he damn well wanted to pursue them all!
Though it was only his first time meeting Flamme, Fingal was already fantasizing... Hmm, she might not be that young anymore, but wasn't that even better? The charm of a mature woman! By any measure, she was a stunning beauty!
And according to the backstory of this human prodigy Magician, she might even still be a virgin... And though it was somewhat despicable to admit, he had a thing for virgins, and he was also quite interested in Frieren.
The pressure is on!
Fingal swallowed hard. One month... no, one week—to make this master-disciple duo fall for me, betray me, I'd give ten billion! Anyway, go for it, Hypnotism!
He fell into an endless downward fantasy of degeneracy.
'Daughter?'
Flamme's smile stiffened slightly.... Huh? Did it really seem that way?
Even for someone like her, who was wholly dedicated to humanity and held grand ideals, she occasionally cared about her age. At the very least, saying she looked like the mother of such a grown child was a bit too much.
And why was this man's gaze so strange... She couldn't help but shrink her neck. Despite slaying Demons as effortlessly as slaughtering chickens, she instinctively felt a sense of threat.
Was it just her imagination?
She then turned to Frieren. Someone just said you're my daughter, aren't you going to say something?
"..."
Frieren merely tilted her head, eyelids drooping. So sleepy, so sleepy zzzzz, I'm about to die of exhaustion. Flamme, take me to bed already.
Flamme: ...Never mind.
Looking at Frieren's hibernating demeanor... Ah.
She sighed. In a way, it did feel like she was playing the role of a child's mother... Taking care of Frieren sometimes gave her that illusion.
"Her name is Frieren, and she is quite adorable..." Flamme stroked Frieren's head. The elf's smooth, long hair was truly pleasant to touch. "But she's my disciple, and don't be fooled by her appearance... She's an elf, you know? She might even be over a thousand years old."
...
Unexpectedly, Frieren, who had been on the verge of dozing off, suddenly perked up, her gaze sharpening slightly. She pulled away from her master, who was patting her head, and spoke earnestly to the humans present.
"I am not over a thousand years old! Flamme is lying."
I'm only a few hundred years old.
"...?"
Everyone: Who asked you? And who are you, anyway?
The soldiers of the hunting squad were somewhat baffled by this long-eared... 'human'? Why were her ears so long? And her skin seemed unusually fair? And the part about being over a thousand years old must be a joke, right?
Fingal stepped forward with a somewhat curious mindset and patted Frieren's head... This elf's temper was remarkably good, not resisting at all.
But honestly, Frieren did look rather cute. Despite her petite frame, she carried an air of classical elven beauty.
It's just... He tactically scanned and compared. Frieren was at the ironing board level. How pitiful, for an elf.
"I see... It's fine. Small is cute too."
Frieren: ????
[Frieren is mildly puzzled by your action.]