If you don't want to just drift through life, you have to go through time.

043 No matter how funny it is, we won't laugh.

Truman and his companions headed towards the northern continent.

As they drew closer, the danger intensified.

Truman began to instill his academic knowledge in Philon.

It's not that Frilian's is bad, but rather that his is more imaginative and unconventional.

To some extent

It is actually more suitable for novices whose minds have not been confined by the magic of this world.

"For example, although magicians in this world follow this order of spellcasting as an ironclad rule, it's actually possible to construct a portion of the magic circle within the body through the circulation of magical energy, thereby assisting in the activation of the spell. Don't you think this could significantly shorten the steps and be widely applicable in various situations?"

"Yes, that's definitely true..."

Phyllen's forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and she vaguely felt that this idea was somewhat unorthodox.

Perhaps, as Truman said, that's true.

This is perhaps why magicians in this world treat this order of spellcasting as an ironclad rule.

"Philan, how many kinds of magic do you know?"

"The magic to turn sour grapes sweet, the magic to clean bronze statues, the magic of X-ray vision..."

"No, I'm not talking about that kind of magic, but offensive magic."

"……A sort of."

Normal attack magic.

This is a spell that almost all magicians must learn nowadays. Even if some magicians are unwilling to learn spells that can kill, they will learn defensive spells that are improved upon this.

Rather, the first lesson for a magician is learning defensive magic.

For some unknown reason, Frilian did not teach Philon any other offensive magic.

Truman, on the other hand, consciously selected a few spells from his meager magical abilities. However, perhaps due to differences in systems or understanding, Philon didn't learn a single one, which made her feel very disappointed and guilty.

"That's right." Truman shook his finger, drawing circles in the air. "Philan, your magic is incredibly fast, so fast that even Frilian and I can't keep up."

"How could this be...?"

"That's an undeniable fact. Just like I told you before, every mage needs to have a strength that no one else can surpass. Philon, you're very lucky to have found it at such a young age."

Frillie said the same thing.

Since even a magician who has lived for thousands of years has praised it so highly, it would seem hypocritical for Philon to refute it further.

Of course, she wasn't arrogant.

After all, being fast doesn't guarantee a win; at least Truman and Frillie are people she can't fool.

"That's it, Philon, you can be proud of that." Truman gave her a thumbs up and said, "But you should carefully consider the idea I just mentioned."

"To construct a magic circle within the body beforehand?"

"That's right. It sounds like a good thing, but just like people have habitual thinking, once magic flows unconsciously, it becomes more awkward and difficult to release other spells in battle. This is the fundamental reason why Frilian and I didn't conceive of magic circles in our bodies."

Even ordinary people have experienced this.

Over a decade of work, there are routine procedures that you only realize you've made a mistake after you've finished. But in a real battle, you don't get that chance.

The Truman Show has a wide variety of magic, and Frilian's magic is even more bizarre.

For them, constructing a magic circle within their bodies now would be like cutting off their own arm, which is also a sore point for the old school of magicians.

But the new magicians are different.

In the magician exam, many magicians prefer to use one or more spells of the same nature to complement each other, so that they can exert greater strength in battle.

Of course, one will also be helpless when faced with someone who can control themselves.

"Philan, we're not asking you to make a decision right now. This is just a fallback plan that Frilian and I are giving you: 'Focus on one thing and reach the pinnacle.'"

Who says that being quick to attack makes you weak?

And who says normal attack magic is weak?

If it were truly weak, it wouldn't have become a universally used magic on the continent, much less have defensive magic been developed based on it and made it a must-learn for every new mage.

Furthermore, everything that followed Philon was paved.

The magic is made to spin at high speed, increasing its penetrating power, and then further amplified to expand the attack range.

—A small comet.

This is undoubtedly one of the top offensive spells, even among the spells Frillian has learned.

"...Yes, I will seriously consider it."

Philon nodded.

Frillie patted her head.

Philon is still young and has plenty of time to think about the way forward, and she will guide him until then.

"...That's wonderful."

"What's wrong, Shutark? Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the way you guys discussed magic made you seem like a family."

Hugh Tarek looked at them and said this out of the blue.

family……

That's not entirely wrong, it's just that—

Frillie was somewhat pleased and said, "Really? Is that how Hugh Tarker sees it? Then Truman is the father, I'm the mother, and Philon is the child, right?"

"No, Truman is the father, that's true, but to me, Philon is more like the mother, and Frilian, you are the child."

"Hmm!"

Frillie was deeply hurt. She leaned against a large tree, unable to accept it, and muttered softly, "It's nice not to be called a stinky old woman, but what's it like to be treated like a child? My feelings are suddenly very conflicted."

"Lord Shutark, no matter what, Lady Frilian is an elf much older than me. Please show her basic respect." Although Philen said this, the slight upturn of her lips seemed to indicate that she was in a good mood.

"Yeah?"

Shutark, true to his warrior nature, remarked with a complete lack of emotional intelligence: "But in my opinion, Frilian has a hard time getting out of bed every day, loves to sleep in, has to be taken care of by Philon, and does many things she doesn't want to do but is ultimately dragged into doing by Philon... Isn't that just like a mother and child?"

"Lord Shutark...you...can't...say such...things...it's...too...rude...!"

"Philan, it's even more rude of you to cover your mouth and giggle."

When Shutark saw Philen trying to suppress her laughter, she quickly covered her mouth, but her trembling shoulders betrayed her true feelings.

Unlike Philon, who was trying hard to hold back his laughter, Truman burst into laughter on the spot.

Frillie was a little unhappy.

"Truman, what are you laughing at?"

"I remembered something happy."

"What's so happy about it?"

"There was an old woman who was clearly over a thousand years old, but the younger generation said she was pretending to be young... *cough*"

Truman was sanctioned.

He was tapped on the head by a magic wand.

"Sorry it's that old hag," Frillian snorted, then abruptly turned her head. "Shutark!"