Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

Actually, it's fair to say that Yevlit was a skilled marksman.

But to say he's invincible is a stretch.

At the very least, it doesn't even qualify as top-tier.

Is it possible to find someone stronger than him in a city?

Yes, definitely, and it won't be very rare.

But Sidrina is different. She is the city lord's daughter and a beauty. Many men would surely choose to lose to her for various reasons.

This gave Sidrina the illusion that she was very capable.

Actually, she is accurate, but with that slow speed, if she were to duel a cowboy, she would lose all ten rounds.

at this time.

Sidrina rode her horse faster and faster.

If you can't beat them in a gunfight, then beat them in horsemanship!

She rode past Yefried like the wind, leaving a trail of fragrance in her wake.

'Snapped'

This time, the new target was very close to her, and Sidrina finally fired first, but missed the target. After all, the horse was running too fast, and she couldn't keep up with it at all.

"Miss, slow down," Yefrit reminded her as the other woman passed by her again.

"You admit defeat?" Sidrina said, then rode off on her horse a long way away.

"It's just a little girl throwing a tantrum," Yefrit said with a smile, shaking her head. She gradually slowed the horse down, knowing it would be impolite to continue suppressing it, and besides, it's not good to play games with someone who can't accept defeat.

Seeing Yefrit slow down, Sidrina became smug and, seeing a hurdle ahead, wanted to show off her skills.

'Snapped'

Just then, a target shot out.

To be honest, she had never tried such a difficult move before.

But then, to show off, she pulled the rope, making the horse leap up, and struck a cool pose, as if trying to hit the target.

A shot 'bang'.

The target was hit, though.

But when the horse landed, she couldn't sit still.

"what--"

She cried out in surprise and fell off her horse.

"Miss Sidrina!" The staff member in the distance was terrified and rushed over.

But there are others who are much faster than him.

Yefried immediately rode over at full speed. Before the horse could slow down, he dismounted and saw Sidrina's pained expression as she tried to get up. He quickly said, "Don't move!"

Sidrina was stunned by the shout.

Yefrit said, "If you break a bone, taking any rash actions will only worsen the injury."

"So, miss, please don't move."

"If you don't mind, I can examine you, or you can hold on a little longer and wait for the doctor to come."

"..." Sidrina snapped out of her daze and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not that fragile. I'm a mage, you know. Besides, sir, you can't examine me if I'm injured in this area."

She tried to stand up, but felt pain in her buttocks and thighs, and staggered.

Yefried quickly reached out to support her.

"Thank you." Sidrina was covered in cold sweat, as if she were really hurt.

She felt pain in her buttocks and thighs, but she couldn't rub them in front of a strange man.

“It seems he really is injured,” Yefrit said.

When the staff came running over, he said, "What are you doing here empty-handed? What good are you? Go and get a doctor right away!"

"Okay, okay, sir!" The staff member then realized what use he had come here for.

So he quickly said, "Then please take care of Miss Sidrina, sir. I'll go and fetch a doctor right away."

After saying that, he ran away.

Sidrina gradually got used to the pain. She looked at Yefrit with some curiosity and said, "Sir, are you from out of town?"

“Yes, I am a scholar who travels the continent, and also a street magician who earns my travel expenses by performing magic on the streets,” Yevlit said.

"How romantic!" Sidrina exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.

He earns his own living as a street magician and travels across the continent.

Isn't this just like the protagonist of a typical adventure story in the novels she reads?

“Often, it’s not romantic,” Yevlit laughed. “And often it’s quite embarrassing.”

"but."

Overall, I'm very fortunate that I dared to think and act, which allowed me to see many beautiful landscapes.

“You’re such a romantic gentleman, and you must be a poet too,” Sidrina said.

“That’s really not it.” Yefrit knew himself well. He read a lot, but when it came to writing poetry, he really didn’t have the inspiration. It depended on talent. He was a pure science student.

On the contrary, Emily has a real talent for it.

Chapter 199, Yefried: I am sincere, I never lie.

The two chatted and introduced themselves.

Sidrina covered her mouth and laughed when Yefrit said she was nineteen.

"What are you laughing at?" Yefried asked, puzzled.

“You look so mature, I thought you were older than me,” Sidrina said. “I’m already twenty.”

“I can’t believe it. I thought she was only sixteen,” Yefrit said.

"I don't look that young at all." Although she was denying it, judging from Sidrina's happy expression, it was clear that this denial was not sincere.

“I’m not good at lying,” Yefrit said. “Whether as a scholar or a magician, I’m not good at lying. If it weren’t for you…”

He glanced at Sidrina's chest, a glance that she caught. The girl blushed slightly, and Yefrit mustered his courage to say, "Your figure is so good, otherwise I would think your face is only fourteen years old. You are so exquisite and beautiful."

"To be honest, I have traveled to many countries, but a beauty like you is very rare."

"That's an exaggeration!" Sidrina covered her face in embarrassment.

On weekdays, boys come to pursue her.

I would never say such a thing to her.

Experienced Casanovas always spout cheesy, oily talk, making her feel like she was drinking oily soup just by breathing the air.

And inexperienced, naive boys always say things like—

Your face is like the moon. Does that mean her face is like a large plate?

Your smile is as beautiful as a flower. What flower? Can you tell me?

What's most infuriating are some people.

Sidrina wanted to complain: Can you guys please stop buying the same magazine all the time? God knows how helpless she felt every week when she finished reading the magazine and then the following week a boy praised her using the words from the magazine.

But things are different now.

In fact, Yevlith's words were not necessarily clever; they could even be described as bland flattery.

But in the current situation, it is exceptionally suitable.

First, Yefried easily defeated Sidrina in the area where she was most arrogant. The romance novels Sidrina frequently read, a popular genre in the country, typically featured strong, independent women as the female leads, but the male leads were even stronger.

This is exactly the plot of the novel she's reading—a powerful female protagonist is defeated by a handsome and even stronger male protagonist. Because of her stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat, she challenges him again and again but fails repeatedly. Finally, she realizes that her opponent not only wins easily but also has a lot of control. Usually, by this point, the novel is in its middle stage, and it's time for them to fall in love. Then the male protagonist becomes neurotic, and the female protagonist becomes a weak woman.

Secondly, Cidelina was in pain on one side of her body, and was crookedly sitting on one side of her buttocks, with the weight of the other half of her body resting on Yefrit, who was supporting her arm. She had never been so close to a stranger's body. It was a unique experience; she felt that her body was stronger and more powerful than that of her fellow noblewomen, but now she found that this man was stronger and more powerful than her.

The masculine scent wasn't foul, but rather an indescribable fragrance that filled my nostrils. And his voice was gentle and steady.

It's so good it makes you feel drunk even without drinking.

[Yeflit: This smells like Magnolia supermarket shampoo]

After a moment of shyness, Sidrina suddenly found a flaw: "You lied, just now."

“What?” Yefried asked.

“You say that as a magician, you don’t lie,” Sidrina said smugly. “How can a magician not lie? Magicians are big liars, okay?”

"so--"

She pouted slightly: "Were those things you said just to make me happy? Were they the truth?"

She believed it to be true.

She has double standards on this issue.

Jefried's first statement was a lie, but her subsequent praise was absolutely true!

But who wouldn't want more nice words?

Yefried laughed and said, "A magician uses techniques and skills with a sincere heart to make the audience happy. A magician doesn't lie; what he says is what he means. If he tells the audience something, he will do it to that extent. And if he promises the audience something, he will definitely do it."

Yeffert said earnestly, "Magic is about fulfilling the audience's wishes to the greatest extent possible. How can a magician deceive the audience?"

“…” Sidrina’s eyes widened.

While at home, Mr. Baz shivered. He wondered, "I'm not cold, so why am I shivering?" He got up and put on a coat.

The elderly father often couldn't understand why his carefully pampered little darling, who he could never coax, would always be so easily fooled by a few words from a young punk.

At that moment, Yefrit's eyes were practically shining in Sidrina's!

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