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

As she approached Ronan, Frillie subconsciously ignored what Ronan had just said, paused, and continued to ask:

"So, now that you've seen it, do you know what kind of magic is recorded on it?"

"I know." Ronan turned his head and nodded slightly.

"If my translation is correct, it should be—the magic of igniting everything without fire."

Chapter 7.7, Concept Warming Up

"Can everything be ignited without fire?"

Upon hearing about the effects of the magic, Frillie blinked blankly, a look of confusion slowly spreading across her delicate face.

—What kind of magic is this?

I've never heard of it before.

She couldn't even understand it, because in her understanding, it was simply an impossible thing to happen.

The burning of anything depends on the presence of flame.

From starting a fire by rubbing sticks together to causing a forest fire... how could anything possibly catch fire without a spark or flame as a starting point?

It's important to know that even fire magic converts magical energy into flames for output.

Not needing fire means that things can spontaneously combust using only elemental magic...

Why?

Magic is indeed based on imagination, but that doesn't mean it can defy reality.

Similar to cutting magic, it is theoretically possible to cut through space, but in reality, no one has been able to achieve this feat to this day.

The reason is simple: neither elves nor humans can imagine what it would look like if space were cut open.

Fire... is the same.

Frillie took a deep breath, trying to calm her somewhat chaotic thoughts. She wondered if she had misheard, or if Ronan had said something wrong.

But when she came to her senses, she saw Ronan's confident expression...

The words of doubt that were about to come out of Frillie's mouth were swallowed back down.

At this moment, Frilian probably understood why the village chief wouldn't let her learn this magic.

Since I can't learn it anyway, and it will only damage my self-confidence, I might as well keep it a mystery.

Ronan had been watching the subtle changes in Frilian's expression, noticing her somewhat disappointed look...

Snapped.

He gently closed the book, his tone tinged with concern:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or do you not quite understand this magic? Are you surprised that I can analyze this kind of magic?"

“Of course not.” Frillie had snapped out of her reverie and gently shook her head.

She slowly sat down opposite Ronan, her heart churning, but her tone remained calm:

"I'm just wondering, in today's world, could anyone really learn this kind of magic that defies the laws of reality?"

"To be honest, there are some things I don't quite understand. After all, I just can't imagine what it's like for something to burn without fire."

Can you imagine it?

She looked up at Ronan, feeling that he couldn't imagine it either.

Just when Frilian thought that this magic was destined to be lost, Ronan unexpectedly revealed a leisurely smile.

He calmly placed the spellbook on the table, faced Frilian, and chuckled:

"You mean the idea for this magic? It's very simple, just treat matter as flammable material."

"Not using fire means relying on indirect temperature."

"Rather than saying it's magic that can ignite everything without fire."

"In other words, it's a magic that uses magic to instantly heat up matter."

"It's important to know that every substance has a ignition point."

"Because it uses an invisible medium like magic, it appears to outsiders as if matter has suddenly been ignited."

"Similar to..."

Ronan looked around and then spotted a small green leaf floating in from the window on the table in front of him.

He snapped his fingers lightly.

"Snapped".

A crisp sound.

The leaves instantly turned yellow and twisted, burning to ashes at a visible speed before disappearing completely.

Only a faint smell of burning remained in the air, a testament to its existence.

“That’s it.” Ronan nodded. From selecting the target to casting the spell, the entire process took less than a second.

What seemed like an extremely short time to others was, in Frillie's eyes, a tremendous shock.

It took her several seconds to come to her senses, her eyes widening in surprise as she exclaimed, "Eh!"

—What? What did she see?

Why did the leaves spontaneously combust?

Was there a magical fluctuation just now?

Frillie tried hard to recall the moment just now, but found that she hadn't sensed it at all.

Did Ronan do it?

It's no wonder she was so surprised, because Ronan used magic almost without any warning.

Taking a slight breath, Frillie looked at Ronan with a hint of curiosity and asked:

"How did you do that? Ignition point... what is ignition point? Have you learned this kind of magic? In such a short time?"

"If I remember correctly, didn't you just get this magic book this morning?"

Why so fast?

She had many questions in her mind. Although elves are not good with words, they can be selective about who they are dealing with and what the situation is.

Just like how she is naturally afraid of the dark and enclosed environments, she needs to have a light on at night to fall asleep.

If one day the lights are forgotten and the surroundings feel closed and oppressive, she will definitely be unable to hold back her tears.

"Is it fast?" Ronan smiled, his tone relaxed. "It's alright."

"If it weren't for researching how to use less magic to heat up objects without others noticing."

"I can be even faster."

"As for the ignition point... I forgot. You don't know much about this, and it's hard to explain in a short time."

How about this?

"I'll teach you this knowledge, and you'll pass on the magic you've mastered to me."

"After what just happened, you should now understand my talent for magic."

"We are each other's teachers, young lady, you won't be at a disadvantage."

Frillie hesitated for a moment after hearing this.

indeed.

Ronan's talent was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

In just a few hours, she mastered magic that she might never have been able to learn in her entire life.

Logically, she should have agreed, because magic was what she loved, and she was willing to give up anything for it.

But, can they be each other's teachers?

This was a path she had never considered. Ronan was so talented; what if she couldn't teach him well?

Frillie was very worried about this.

Yesterday is yesterday; Ronan was just talking back then. If it actually happened now, the situation would be very different…

My mind is in turmoil.

Seeing Frillie's conflicted expression, Ronan did not urge her on.

He knew this couldn't be rushed, so he simply crossed his arms and sat quietly on the sofa made of animal fur, waiting patiently for her reply.

After a long while, Frilian finally raised her head.

She took a deep breath and then nodded firmly:

"Okay, I agree, but I have one condition."

"Because you are a hero, you certainly won't stay here for long."

"So, the day you set off will be the day our relationship ends."

"At that time, no matter how much magic we have learned, we will have to give it up with a heavy heart."

"Can you accept these conditions?"

At this point, she took another deep breath, her voice becoming somewhat hesitant.

"It's okay if you can't accept it. You can definitely find a better teacher than me, I know that."

"Your talent, even on a global scale, is..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ronan's voice, tinged with a hint of comfort and agreement, suddenly rang out:

“No problem, Frilian, you don’t have to look down on yourself like that.”

"In my eyes, you are the best teacher I have ever met."

Since I've only ever met her, she must be number one.