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

As for talent, to be honest, even if you just read a book on your own, it's no different from what Frillian taught you.

The teacher's statement was just an excuse.

Reading books on your own is never as comfortable as having a beautiful elf girl teach you.

Chapter 8, Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window and fell onto the floor of the room.

Ronan has awakened and is preparing to fulfill his promise to travel to a nearby human town to purchase a batch of food.

He gently pushed open the door, trying not to make a sound.

However, when he entered the living room, he suddenly saw Frillie lying sprawled on the floor, fast asleep.

The sleeping posture was somewhat unseemly.

Her hair, which had been tied up, was now loose, with a few strands falling messily around her cheeks, and her belly was exposed without any warning.

Ronan glanced at these but paid them no heed.

His gaze was drawn to the thick notebook on the table.

It seems to be something she wrote down last night.

She's incredibly persistent; is this what her love for magic is all about?

Ronan felt a surge of admiration and a sense of emotion welled up within him. He then walked even more lightly to Frillie's side.

Looking at her sleeping face, Ronan bent down and gently picked up Frilian, preparing to place her on the sofa to keep her warm.

However, the moment she picked her up, Frilian seemed to sense something.

She suddenly turned slightly, her shoulders unconsciously shifting twice, as if trying to find a more comfortable position.

"Hmm~"

With a nasal sound filled with drowsiness, her eyelids twitched slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

My vision was still a little blurry, and I wasn't fully conscious.

But the moment she saw Ronan, her dazed mind seemed to freeze for a second.

Then, she realized that she was being held by him.

Even...her belly was showing.

The air fell silent instantly.

……

"What are you doing…"

In the living room, Frillie hurriedly straightened her somewhat disheveled clothes, her slightly lowered brows revealing a hint of speechlessness.

Even though she is too young to have much emotion, she is still an ordinary little girl in essence, having not yet experienced the massacre of her village.

So at this moment, even as an elf, the thought of this incident instinctively made her heart beat a little faster.

(During the Emperor's Wine era, her character design differed from that of a thousand years later. Details have been discussed in related posts. Frilian was emotionally dull and indifferent, largely due to the massacre of her village, and lived alone for five hundred years.)

Seeing the other person's awkwardness, not saying a word, only bowing their head and hurriedly tidying their clothes.

Ronan rubbed his forehead, feeling that he had gone too far.

I was just worried she'd catch a cold.

Of course, she didn't say much, and as time passed, Frilian quickly regained her composure.

Then he learned that Ronan had accepted the village chief's commission to go to the human town to buy food.

He carried the Hero's Sword just in case, since it was the only weapon he had.

If you encounter a monster, it's not a pretty sight to be seen unarmed and covered in blood.

"I want to go too. Take me with you. I've mostly finished learning about high-temperature magic."

Frillie's gaze fell on the notebook, her thoughts drifting back to yesterday's events, a hint of emotion in her voice.

"The rest simply requires testing and improvement through actual combat, but actual combat is not easy to conduct here."

"Also, I have some questions I'd like to ask you."

Ignition point is easy to understand; it simply means that when the surrounding air reaches a certain temperature, the object will spontaneously combust.

She had seen him a few times before, during the summer, but she hadn't paid much attention to him then.

Just as before Newton discovered universal gravitation, people wouldn't think about why an apple falls.

Looking back now, I feel quite guilty.

In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, she reflected deeply last night.

What if there's no air around? What if the enemy uses ice magic to cool down a large area?

In addition, if the temperature is too high, will it also hurt you?

It's important to know that some magic doesn't discriminate between friend and foe.

High-temperature magic is undoubtedly included.

Ronan smiled as he listened to Frillie's words. Although he was surprised by her thirst for knowledge, he did not discourage her.

"Want to ask you a question? No problem, it's good that you're eager to learn."

"No wonder the village chief said you are the most talented mage here."

“Actually, even if you hadn’t brought it up, I would have invited an elf to go with me.”

"Because I don't know where the nearby human towns are."

"Now that you've brought it up, let's do it together."

After saying that, Ronan got up from the sofa.

After tidying up their clothes, it was several tens of minutes later before the two officially set off.

……

Because this era was close to the ancient Roman and Greek periods in history, people mostly wore white cloth, which was simple yet elegant.

Ronan and Frilian walked along the cobblestone street, surrounded by a bustling crowd.

Sunlight filters through the dappled leaves.

Not far away, some passersby turned their gazes over, clearly observing Frillie.

Frillie completely ignored it; she was already used to such stares.

Compared to the ubiquitous humans, elves are undoubtedly a tiny minority.

At that moment, she was pondering a question: Doesn't casting high-temperature magic require a wand?

On her way to town, she paid extra attention to observing Ronan's magic several times.

Whether the attacking monster is a small bird the size of a palm or a griffin the size of a mountain.

Ronan could easily solve it with just a snap of his fingers.

Although she knew that this was a subconscious little action by Ronan, which could only enhance his aura but not his power.

But no matter what, the process was far too easy.

It gave her the impression that anyone could learn this magic...

Are you still dwelling on what happened earlier?

Ronan glanced sideways, seemingly noticing what Frillian was pondering, and spoke calmly as if recounting a trivial matter.

"Why bother? This kind of magic is special... no, all magic is special."

"Just like the water-summoning magic you taught me before."

Ronan looked up, lost in memories.

"Because it requires imagining the process of water vapor condensing into water, under normal circumstances, this type of magic is used as a water cannon to attack the enemy with a powerful impact."

"But there are exceptions, such as water needles and water bullets."

When asked about the changes in the water, Ronan pondered for a moment, then looked back at Frillie.

"I wonder if you still remember what I taught you yesterday."

"Under the same force, the smaller the surface area of ​​an object, the greater the damage it will cause to other substances."

"Water and temperature are no exception."

"Instead of expending a lot of magic to heat up the surrounding space."

It's far better to consume a small amount of magic to heat the interior of the creature.

"This approach not only increases the efficiency of killing monsters but also enhances one's own survivability..."

"Even if you are a genius, the amount of magic you can use should be limited."

Indeed, Frilian suddenly realized that because it consumed very little magic power, it could be cast without the aid of a wand.

She had previously fallen into a misconception, mistakenly believing that the more magic she used, the stronger the magic would be…

This statement is not wrong. Thousands of years ago, when magic was just born, who could have imagined the concepts of direct and inverse proportions?

The mistake was that she treated this idea as absolute authority, ignoring other possible approaches.

In other words, if this practice becomes widespread, it will inevitably be a major revolution in the history of magic…

—Wait, change…?

Upon realizing this, Frillie froze.

Why is there such a sudden change? What did Ronan do?

He simply reduced his magic output and then attacked the enemy's weaknesses.

Why does promoting something that seems so ordinary become so important?

Furthermore, why is it that such a simple thing remains unknown to this day?