Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

After she came out carrying a pile of books that were half her height.

She then said:

"These are the theoretical foundations of magic. You must read and master these first before you can learn magic in theory."

"It took me nearly ten years to master this knowledge."

Are you going to stay here for ten years?

Upon hearing the number ten, Ronan frowned slightly.

No wonder the village chief let him stay here and even let him stay in Frilian's house.

At first, I thought it was just politeness or thanks.

Now it seems...

This is probably an attempt to urge him to get back to work.

If he were an ordinary hero, he would have to leave soon to fight the Demon King.

Because theoretical learning is too boring.

--fine.

He is no ordinary person.

Ronan murmured, “Ten years? No need. Give me a pen, and I can create miracles in a single night.”

"Just you wait and see."

Chapter 4, No, it's overflowing!

Ronan's voice was deep, and Frillie was affected by his emotions. Her lips parted slightly, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

She slightly raised her palm, then lowered it again, and sighed.

"It's good that you have confidence. Before you start learning, I have to remind you that magic is a world based on imagination."

"Therefore, confidence is a very important emotion in the process of learning magic."

"If you lose faith, it's unimaginable..."

"Then no matter how simple the magic is, no matter how much effort you put in, you will never be able to cast it."

With that, Frillie walked barefoot to the door.

The dim yellow candlelight flickered, casting shadows on her fair face, adding a touch of mystery to her appearance.

She paused slightly, placed one hand gently on the wooden doorknob, and then said:

"That's about it. Take a look for now."

"I have some things to take care of here, so I'll be leaving now."

"The food is in the first room on the left..."

boom.

With a soft click, the door closed.

Once Frilian had disappeared from sight, Ronan slowly sat back down in his chair.

He looked at the magic books in front of him and shook his head slightly.

"I wonder how MAX's talent will perform. Speaking of which... what are those white energies floating around Frillian?"

"Battle aura? Or magic?"

Knowing very little about this world, Ronan pondered for a while before giving up on his desire to investigate further.

He can appear slow-witted, but he cannot appear ignorant, like a modern person asking what a car is on the street…

Saying something like that makes you either an idiot or have something wrong with your head. There's no such thing as short videos in this world.

"call…"

As his thoughts gradually returned to normal, Ronan exhaled and refocused his attention on the book.

With a hint of curiosity, he gently turned the book open.

I thought the contents of the book would be very obscure, and that I might not even be able to understand the words.

did not expect…

"Hmm... I can actually recognize these words. It seems that the Elven race isn't all ancient. They probably did a second translation."

Ronan examined the cover and paper closely and found that they were all new... No wonder.

If ancient texts are not translated, the difficulty for modern elves to learn magic will increase several times over.

"Not bad," he nodded slightly, very satisfied, and continued reading, then discovered something else.

Perhaps influenced by his maxed-out talent, Ronan felt like he had become a genius.

He only glanced at one line of text, and all that knowledge was imprinted into his mind, impossible to forget.

This… Despite being somewhat surprised, Ronan quickly composed himself and avoided losing his composure.

However, even so, a smile still inadvertently appeared on his face.

In the time that followed, he became completely absorbed in the knowledge, oblivious to the passage of time, absorbing it rapidly like a sponge.

At the same time, the magical power within him was constantly increasing.

--until.

squeak~

Frillie gently pushed open the door and returned, only to be taken aback by the sight before her.

The magical power emanating from Ronan was so intense it seemed to threaten to destroy the room…

She quickly reminded him:

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't do such dangerous things in the room."

"Can't you control your magic?"

"Magic?" Frilian's words brought Ronan back to his senses.

He reluctantly looked away from the magic book, thinking to himself, "Just as I thought."

The enhancement of talents is comprehensive, including magical talent, magical power talent, and magical perception talent.

He took a slight control and found that he could even control the output of magic power.

It seems he also has a talent for controlling magic.

This feeling is so comfortable, it's like I can do anything.

Although Ronan knew this was just his imagination, he had only improved his talent and not his magical abilities.

—Because he hasn't learned a single spell yet.

Even so, it is still a remarkable achievement.

after all…

Within just a few hours of Frillian leaving, he had read almost a third of the books in front of him.

Compared to Frillie's ten years...

At that moment, Ronan had only one thought in his mind.

—Cheat codes, they really don't make any sense.

……

"Honestly, thank goodness I came back in time. If you had broken my house, what would you have used to compensate me?"

Frillie muttered to herself.

Holding her staff, she swiftly and skillfully tidied the room, which had become somewhat messy due to the magical impact.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the spellbook in front of Ronan.

With just one glance, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Have you finished reading all of this? Honestly, it's obvious you didn't read it properly.

Even if it was only a few pages, she felt that Ronan was seriously learning magic.

One-third at once...

She's an elf, not a lunatic, how could anyone believe that?

He shook his head slightly inwardly. Although he was disappointed by Ronan's laxity, he thought about it carefully and realized that even he himself hadn't been able to calm down and concentrate on reading so many books in the past few days.

It's perfectly normal to just browse around.

Don't have too many expectations.

Because humans are a species with a very short lifespan, they often change their goals in order to enrich their lives.

Ronan... this unreliable hero, is probably no exception.

—The above is what some elders told her in the past.

Frillie blinked slightly, a complex mix of thoughts flashing beneath her indifferent expression.

After she tidied up the room, she solemnly told Ronan not to do such dangerous things again.

The study of magic cannot be rushed. Losing the house is a minor matter, but if she gets hurt and it affects the plan to defeat the Demon King, then she will be held responsible.

Ronan nodded slightly, his face full of helplessness.

In the afternoon, he thought Frillie was just an innocent little girl, but now she clearly seems like a nagging old woman…

By the way... how old is she exactly?

Forget it.

This issue cannot be investigated too deeply.