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"Flame..."

Frilian stood in the wilderness, surrounded by an army of undead surging like a tide.

Her thoughts, however, drifted back to the distant past at that moment.

Her master.

Flame, a great human magician.

On the ruins of the destroyed elven tribe, Flame found the small figure huddled beside the charred wood.

"What's your name?"

"...Frilian."

"Frilian".

Flame crouched down to look her in the eye.

"From today onwards, you are my disciple."

"I will teach you magic."

"as well as--"

She paused.

"How to survive in this world."

Young Frilian looked up, her eyes reflecting Flame's kind face.

"Demons are masters of magic."

"They are born with powerful magic, and they are proud of it."

"That's why—"

Flame raised his index finger.

"They never hide their magic."

"Because they believe it's a privilege of the strong and a sign of the depravity of the weak."

"But listen carefully, Frilian."

Her voice lowered.

"So-called strength is not the end of life."

"Living itself is the most important thing."

"so--"

A wisp of light gathered at her fingertips.

"The first lesson I will teach you is called—"

"[Hidden Magic]".

Frillie opened her eyes again.

Her gaze remained fixed on Awula.

Aura chuckled and raised her hand.

"Frilian, your magic... is almost gone, isn't it?"

"You've worked so hard for so long, I'm really touched."

She slowly stood up.

In his hand, an exquisite golden scale appeared.

On each side of the balance scale, there is an empty tray.

"This is a magical artifact I've treasured—"

Aura said.

"Submit to the scales of justice."

"If you place the souls of the two upon it, the one with stronger magic will absolutely dominate the one with weaker magic."

"What a fair and elegant way to duel!"

She looked at Frilian, her eyes filled with a merciful confidence.

"Frilian, have you been practicing magic... for a hundred years?"

"For an elf's lifespan, this is considered very young."

"And I—"

She gently lifted her chin.

"Five hundred years of magic practice."

"Among the demons, he's considered to be in his prime."

The comments section at this moment.

"A 500-year-old mage vs. a 100-year-old mage"

"Awula, are you sure?"

"Hahaha, I'm already laughing!"

"Aura: I am five hundred years old, the advantage is mine."

"Domination Magic—"

Aura lifted the scales.

"launch!"

An invisible force of contract draws the souls of Frilian and Aura to opposite ends of the scales!

On the tray.

Aura's soul transformed into a thick, inky black flame, pressing down heavily!

The balance pointer began to tilt sharply toward Aura's side!

"I won."

Aura said softly, a victorious smile spreading across his lips.

"Even if you are an elven mage who has cultivated for hundreds of years, you have no chance of winning against me who has accumulated five hundred years of pure magic power."

"Magic is the creation my people are most proud of."

However, at this moment, the comments section was completely bursting with laughter:

"Hahaha! Here it comes! This is going to be a classic scene!"

"Aura: How can you withstand my five hundred years of power! Frilian: Oh, I have over a thousand years of power."

"Respectfully bidding farewell to Lord Awula in advance! (Offering incense)"

"So that's where Frillie's trump card was hidden! A mage who's cultivated for thousands of years, where did Aura get her confidence?! (laughing and crying)"

"Alright, alright, I can't wait to see Aura's face crack!"

"Even at this point, Frillie is still acting! She's a veteran actress! Look at how weak she looks, I almost believed it!"

Aura drew closer, her two-handed longsword gleaming coldly, ready to personally execute this threat whose magic was inferior to her own.

"Awula".

Frillie suddenly spoke.

"You just said that demons never hide their magic."

"right."

"That's... the arrogance of the demon race."

"yes."

Frillie lowered her eyes slightly.

"My master Flame would probably say—"

She paused.

"Demons are really easy to fool."

next second.

The black end that had been steadily pressing down began to tremble slightly.

Then... it rose incredibly slowly!

Aura's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Are you kidding me!"

Aura cried out, his voice filled with panic for the first time.

"I am a great demon who has lived for five hundred years! How could my magic power possibly be..."

"Awula".

Frillie spoke,

"Standing before you..."

"He is a magician who has lived for over a thousand years."

She let out a soft breath.

boom--!!!

An invisible torrent of magic, centered on Frilian, swept across the land like a raging wave!

Awula's body stiffened.

She gazed at the almost tangible magic, and for the first time, a glimmer of light appeared in her pupils.

fear.

That was an emotion she had never felt in her five hundred years as a demon.

"You...you..."

The radiant soul representing Frilian overwhelmingly suppressed Aura's dark soul!

Frillie, a complete victory!

"Awula".

Frilian reduced some of her outward magical pressure, but her millennia-old majesty remained.

"Take your own life."

After saying that, she took a step and walked back the way she came.

It was as if the demon king's army "Seven Sages of Collapse" behind him, which struck fear into the hearts of the human kingdoms, was no different from the pebbles on the roadside.

Aura's body moved uncontrollably under the absolute force of the "Obey the Balance" magic.

The sword's edge was pressed against his neck.

"How... is this possible..."

Her tears fell silently.

"I can't believe it..."

"Lost to...this kind of..."

The words were left unsaid.

A flash of sword light.

Blood splattered.

A high-ranking member of the Demon King's army, one of the "Seven Sages of Collapse," and the "Great Demon Clan" Aura, died.

"Awesome!!!!!!!!! This is exactly the feeling I've been looking for!!!"

"Ahhh, Lady Frillien is so cool! I got goosebumps the moment she unleashed her magic!"

"Aura: I thought I was in the first layer and Frilian was in the atmosphere, but it turns out she's in the stratosphere!"

"Awula, so you're a violinist too~"

"Hilarious! What kind of violinist is this?! Why didn't you just say we'd split up?!"

"It was worth following this for so long! Today's episode was so satisfying! The hidden master finally revealed himself!"

"So, what's it like to constantly restrict your magic power? Can someone give a simple example?"

"Is that roughly equivalent to 24-hour anal sphincter clamping?"

"Holy crap, your analogy upstairs... But thinking about it now, Frillian is really amazing! She's been suppressing her true power all along!"

"What self-discipline and self-control! A thousand years!"

"Hero Simmel: Isn't my wife amazing? (Proudly)"

The battlefield fell silent.

Philon stood not far away, watching Frilian return.

"Lord Frilian."

She said softly.

"Liuguna... has been resolved."

Frillie nodded.

"Um."

"Did you know this would happen?"

Philon asked.

Frillie stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head and looked at her only disciple.

"Philen".

"Yes."

"The demons are very strong."

"Frilian said."

"But they have a fatal weakness."

"What?"

Frillie smiled slightly.

"They never doubt their own common sense."

"They believe humans are weak because they have short lifespans."

"They believe elves live long lives, therefore they are strong."

"I believe that demons don't hide their magic power, so all demons don't hide their magic power."

She paused.

Flame said that's called arrogance.

"And arrogance—"

"It's a more fatal flaw than weakness."

Philen remained silent for a long time.

"……I see."

She lowered her head.

"I will remember that."

Frillie didn't say anything more.

She simply raised her hand and gently ruffled the top of Philon's hair.

Just as Simmel often did to her eighty years ago.

"I'm moved to tears... Masters pass on their knowledge to their disciples, and disciples pass it on to their disciples."

"Flame → Frilian → Philon, this is the bond between three generations of magicians."

"Simmel rubs Fleur's head, Fleur rubs Philon's head, what a gentle cycle!"

"Waaaaah, I miss Simmel so much..."