I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 153

She said to Frieren, “Tell me what magic you desire.”

“I can grant you one.”

Frieren asked, puzzled, “Magic I desire?”

Her gaze passed through Serie, seeing the mountain of books piled up in the hall behind Serie.

“I possess the knowledge from most grimoires throughout history,” Serie looked at Frieren. “A mage, so-called.”

“Is someone who spends their entire life seeking the magic they desire.”

[Grandmaster is so doting, directly giving magic! Giving a big red packet to her grand-disciple!]

Serie looked at Frieren, “Speak, I will grant it to you.”

At that time, young Frieren said, “No need.”

Serie froze for a moment, then lifted her head, a smile playing on her lips.

Frieren looked at her, “The greatest joy of magic is the process of seeking it.”

Beside them, Flamme smiled upon hearing this.

“Flamme.” Serie’s voice was low, her eyes devoid of a smile, her tone decisive: “This child will not achieve greatness.”

“She lacks burning ambition.”

[My academic tyrant grandmaster.]

[If Fufu also learned combat for combat, she might have become stronger than grandmaster, but as she said, magic is for exploration.]

A clear smile was on Flamme’s face, she said to Serie, “Master.”

“She will be able to defeat the Demon King in the future.”

Flamme stood up, looking at Frieren beside her.

“A mage like her will surely usher in an era of peace.”

Flamme’s gaze was gentle and firm.

Her eyes, as she looked at Frieren, were full of praise.

“Are you saying I can’t do it?” Serie glanced at Flamme.

“You crave combat,” Flamme saw clearly, “so you cannot kill the Demon King.”

“We cannot do it.”

Flamme herself was the same; she also couldn’t kill the Demon King.

She looked at Serie, “Master, can you imagine.”

“What it would be like to live in an era of peace?”

Serie was nonchalant, she glanced at Frieren.

Flamme’s eyes held a smile, she said firmly:

“Frieren is a mage born for an era of peace.”

At that time, Frieren was still young and didn’t understand her master’s meaning.

Her innocent gaze looked at Serie.

The scene shifted.

Frieren’s innocent gaze was replaced by a smiling one.

She looked at Duncan opposite her, her staff pointed at him.

“Well said, a mage should be like this.”

[Help, this transition, it feels like ages have passed…]

[Frieren is different from before.]

[She has become composed, wise, sagacious, carrying the feeling of the hero Himmel.]

Above.

The sound of ice shattering came from the cliff.

On the divided battlefield.

Lawine knelt, breathing heavily.

She and Kanne held their staves, facing Richter’s attacks, both clearly struggling.

‘Clop, clop’ footsteps, treading on the thin ice.

Richter shattered the ice, his steps confident as he walked on the ground.

[Ah, my whole life has been like walking on thin ice.]

[Frost shattering.]

“Damn it.” Lawine frowned, her breath turning into white mist, “Can’t freeze him at all.”

“The magic power difference is too great.”

Lawine exerted her power, forming sharp, rhomboid ice shards in mid-air, “Ice Arrow Magic.”

Countless rhomboid ice arrows shot towards the opponent.

The ice arrows struck Richter, creating a huge booming sound.

Smoke filled the air.

The ice arrows struck a semi-circular earth shield.

Not a single scratch on Richter.

“Too weak.” Richter didn’t even frown.

He placed his hand on the ground.

‘Boom—’

Lawine immediately felt a bad premonition and quickly said, “Kanne, defense!”

Kanne stood in front, “I know!”

‘Rumble—’

Large masses of earth rushed towards them.

Kanne’s defensive magic held firm in front, blocking the attack.

Richter spoke, “You two made a lot of noise earlier.”

“I think I’ve figured out your capabilities.”

His tone was calm, as if these two young women before him couldn’t possibly defend against his attacks.

‘Thump!’

As he spoke, Richter used Earth Manipulation magic to block the ice arrow attacks.

On the opposite side, Lawine was surrounded by ice arrows.

“Ice magic lacking destructive power.” Richter looked at Lawine.

Then he looked at Kanne beside her, “And a mage who can’t fight without water.”

Kanne was alert, using defensive magic to block the incoming earth chunks.

Richter’s tone was displeased, “What am I being sent here to do?”

He raised a semi-circular earth shield, blocking the ‘powerless’ ice arrows.

With a wave of his hand, he used Earth Manipulation magic, attacking Lawine.

Kanne stood in front of Lawine, using defensive magic to shield Lawine from the attack.

Numerous earth spikes were blocked in front.

“Such big talk.” Lawine couldn’t help but retort with a cold tone.

“Your magic also makes a lot of noise.”

She and Kanne looked across, Lawine tapped a nearby earth chunk.

“Playing like this, is your magic power enough?”

Richter semi-squatted on the ground, “You graduated from a magic school, right?”

“Are the old folks still teaching attrition warfare centered around defensive magic?”

Richter stood up, seeing a fighting style on the two young female mages that was too familiar.

“What do you mean?” Kanne asked.

Richter saw that the two girls didn’t seem to understand, and spoke with a teaching tone: “Let me explain the history of magic to you.”

“The defensive magic developed against offensive magic back then.”

“Possesses strong resistance to magic itself.”

Kanne and Lawine, seeing that the opponent wasn’t preparing to attack, retracted their staff-holding arms.

[You’re really babysitting them.]

[It feels like Kanne’s magic reserves are pretty good, with such continuous large-scale defense.]

Richter extended his hand, illustrating a small defensive magic in the air.

“But the defensive capability against physical matter hasn’t improved.”

[Giving lessons to the enemy, alright.]

“Of course, there’s a clear reason for this,” Richter continued to explain, holding a small defensive magic in his hand.

“Because in terms of performance, it’s already sufficient to defend against the physical attacks of monsters and warriors.”

In the scene, a wolf-shaped monster attacked, its sharp claws striking at the mage, barely hitting the shield of the defensive magic.

It didn’t even shatter the shield.

“The performance of defensive magic cannot be excessive.” Richter looked at the defensive magic in his hand.

The honeycomb-shaped shield of the defensive magic changed.

It refined and split.

Arranged and combined.

“If perfection is pursued, the spell formula will become more complex.”

“Thereby causing a fatal impact on activation speed.”

Lawine and Kanne both looked at the defensive magic shield in Richter’s hand.

[One serious lecturer, two serious listeners.]

Richter squatted, his hand resting on the ground.

“The history of magic is the history of offense and defense.”

Kanne and Lawine, seeing this, immediately became alert.