I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"Right now, I'm thinking about what kind of magic would be suitable for me to learn..."

"You can just learn magic whatever you like, right?" Frillie tilted her head, not quite understanding. "Don't you even know what you like?"

She didn't understand at all. Magic...you can just learn it, right? Learning the magic you like is a pleasure for Frillie. For example, recently she really enjoys the magic that makes flowers bloom.

I like to see your master's criticisms... How can you expect me to say something like that?

Ah, your master... how warm. To experience more warmth, I want to learn a magic called 'Family x Guidance'.

Will people really think I'm an idiot if I say this?

Even Fingel has his limits; saying that makes him seem intellectually challenged.

"Haha... I have things I like, but I don't have the magic to match them!" Fingel laughed somewhat awkwardly. "Do you have any recommendations? There are so many spellbooks here, I can't find any suitable spells at all..."

He truly hadn't expected to have this kind of trouble—not knowing which magic book to choose because there were so many.

"If I had to recommend something... a magic spell that can make clothes clean?" Frillian poked her cheek with her little finger, leaning back. "I've been finding washing clothes a bit of a hassle lately, so I'm thinking of learning this."

...

Ok.

Never mind if I didn't ask.

Fingel didn't expect magic to make him much stronger. Even if it wasn't a powerful combat spell, he wanted at least some magic that could assist in combat, right? What's with the magic that makes clothes clean?

I don't own a laundromat, you know.

"Never mind... go play over there, Frillie. Eat something good every day." Fingel sighed. "If your master comes, let me know. I have something to say to her."

The recent proposal to request the King to allow commoners to learn magic is likely to be submitted to the Imperial Council of Elders soon. With the support of the Kingdom's newly powerful noble family, the Orson family, along with a dozen or so smaller noble families along the way, this proposal is highly likely to pass.

The northern road from Orson to Selene occupies one-third of the kingdom's land area. Basically, wherever Finger goes, he takes Aura with him to control the local noble leaders. Now, nearly one-third of the noble family leaders in the kingdom are Aura's servants.

With this force united, even the king had no choice but to accept it, and other nobles would have to think twice before anyone stepped forward to challenge them.

"Flame? She's currently in the north gathering some information... but she'll probably be back soon."

When this was mentioned, Frilian's expression showed some worry; the demons had been quite rampant lately.

"It's alright. Your master is probably the strongest human mage. Even if he encounters a great demon and can't win, he can still escape unscathed."

"That's true."

Seeing that Frillie was in low spirits, Fingel, who wasn't very good at comforting people, thought for a moment and decided to use the simplest method.

In the dead of winter, warm food always makes people happy.

“Frilian…are you hungry?” Fingel suggested, as he was also a little hungry. “My men brought over my supplies for this week this morning, along with two fresh fish. If you don’t mind, could you cook them for me?”

"We have all the seasonings and stuff. By the way, do you know how to barbecue?"

Frillie has slight doubts about what you said...

[Favorability-enhancing keywords...Insertion successful!]

"You really know how to order people around..." Frillie agreed, "Leave it to me."

.....................................

Half an hour later.

“There’s a saying among us humans: if you observe a person for more than three days, you might have very different opinions.” Fingel ate his mother’s fragrant grilled fish, admitting it was better than his own. “I distinctly remember you couldn’t cook anything before, how come you’re so good at it now?”

"Because I'm so bored... and Flame won't let me go out." Frilian looked completely unmotivated. "She said I have to learn all the spells she taught me before I can go out freely."

"It seems you've adapted to human life very quickly...that's good."

Fingel tore off a piece of white bread and handed it to the female elf, who accepted it without hesitation and began to eat.

Because it was a noble spice, Frilian's mood improved noticeably—she found herself enjoying food more lately.

After spending some time in the town of Fingel.

After cheering up, the two surprisingly started chatting. Originally, Frillian didn't really like Fingel... after all, their first meeting wasn't exactly pleasant.

And isn't this person too frivolous?

This is what Frilian thinks. She and her master Flame had already kissed and were planning to have a baby, but she still had a baby with that demon. What would it mean if they had a baby together?

but...

'These spices are delicious!'

Frillie slurped up the grilled fish; the spices, a special treat for the nobility, were truly amazing.

She felt she would never forget this delicacy for at least two hundred years—so, out of a sense of gratitude, Frillian offered some advice on Fingel's magic.

"Actually, when it comes to learning magic... you don't need to have so many mental burdens. If you have a specific purpose in mind when you learn a new magic, it will be very troublesome."

"Um... how should I put it?"

"Just find the magic that interests you the most, it doesn't have to be the strongest or the most useful... just something you like." Frilian smacked her lips as she ate her grilled fish. "Or how about trying some illusion magic?"

Fingel paused, then thought, "Huh...? I don't think I've ever thought about that."

As a time traveler, his thought process was clearly different. He initially considered special kinds of magic, such as magnetism, gravity, attraction, and mental magic. Most of the books in Flame's collection contained related or similar magic, but he just couldn't learn them.

Was it because I was too greedy and rushed?

As a time traveler, he thought far too much. However, if he didn't know something, he didn't know it; if he didn't have it, he didn't have it. It's like forcing someone to do math problems from their past life with a knife in hand—if they don't know it, they still won't know it.

“Illusion magic?” Fingel repeated. “That makes sense.”

If I learned illusion magic, how would I use it?

Frillie waved the wooden stick around, trying to give examples.

"Recently, Flame and I encountered a monster in the forest... It can use magic to create illusions of people you knew, your relatives or friends from your previous life."

"Since you enjoy lying so much, why don't you give it a try?"

...

"I never lie, please don't slander me."

Fingel interrupted, somewhat speechless. "You're badmouthing me again? That's going too far!"

"fraud."

Frillie finished the grilled fish in one bite, then proudly raised her head, ready to make her escape.

It's so delicious!

[The phrase "stimulates...the appetite" is used to describe something that...is enjoyed.]

[Activation successful!]

"Thank you for the grilled fish, I'm going to bed now."

After finishing her meal, Frilian dusted off her small bowl of food and walked away happily... She set up a small campsite at the edge of the ruins to shelter from the wind and snow.

"Eat, sleep, sleep, eat, are you a pig?"

Fingel couldn't help but complain.

After finishing his meal, he tried to find illusion magic... and he found it.

According to the spellbook, illusion magic is a very weak spell with limited practicality, and few people usually choose it... because it is difficult to create illusions that people can believe.

Like the monster Frilian mentioned, which she encountered in the forest and could create illusions of her deceased lover, making it terrifying... But Fingel clearly couldn't see into other people's minds.

Therefore, few people learn illusion magic, which is limited by their imagination, making it a useless magic.

But... it's different for some people.

"Huh... you can understand it?"

Fingel's eyes lit up; he realized he had found something—at least something he was good at.

Illusion magic.

Now we really have to do Tsukuyomi.

No... Tsukuyomi? No, it should be the Dark Dungeon, but a mental military training version?

Chapter 82: Illusion? No, PS! One-click clothing removal function!

After saying goodbye to Frilian, Fingel found Seria—this girl was like a statue, forever studying magic books.

Golden hair, like moonlight, flowed onto the mottled throne. Celia sat there quietly, as still as a sculpture. Her face remained expressionless, as if she cared nothing for anything. Her dark eyes held the detachment of years gone by.

Like a princess who has been lonely for a thousand years after being released from her slumber.

Fingertips gently turn the pages of the book.

"Wow---"

The pages turned as Celia flipped through the magic book.

A sly laugh broke the silence.

"Hello! My dear master, Lady Celie!"

"I am coming!"

...

Celia's hand froze for a moment, then she continued turning the pages of the book.

Pretend you didn't see it.

Imagine, who would want to see a cockroach that's always trying to fly onto them?

It's disgusting.

"Master... uh, I'm here. Can't you see me?" Fingel looked at himself with some confusion. He looked at his body, but he wasn't invisible.

"Moses Moses?"

"If you don't speak, I won't be polite..."

Without hesitation, he strode forward and reached out—within just a few meters, he was in front of Celie, his hands about to reach for her feet.

To be honest, Celia's skin is really good. How come it's so clean even though she walks barefoot all the time? It's really strange. Is it some kind of 'foot-washing' magic?

Fingel is a person with a scientific spirit. When faced with scientific phenomena that he cannot understand, he must conduct in-depth investigations and understandings, giving full play to his spirit of not being afraid of hard work and enduring hardship. He also thinks that even if Celie's foot kicks over, the fragrance will come over first.

That's really great!

His technique was skillful yet firm, full of determination.

Celia is doubtful of your words.

Celia has doubts about your behavior.

[Generate entry for "...the desire for food and drink"]

[Generates an entry...Affection level entry]

[The insertion of the "Desire for Food" keyword failed... but the insertion of the "Favorability" keyword was successful.]

[Seria's Affection Level: 105]

A cold voice interrupted Fingel's actions.

"Do you want to die?"

Selie, sitting on the throne in the ruins reading a book, tilted her head slightly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and stared at him with a strange look—as if asking, 'Are you out of your mind?'

"Misunderstanding."

"Really, look at the mess this has made... I was just worried something had happened because you weren't moving at all."

Fingel laughed heartily, completely unperturbed.

They can't kill me, can they? Strictly speaking, Celia is a good person—at least to those around her.

Although he disliked Fingel and couldn't accept his perverted behavior, after becoming his mentor, Celia's favorability towards him skyrocketed to over 100—even faster than Frilian's, which to be honest surprised Fingel a little.

When faced with his words, Celia responded in a calm tone, yet it was tinged with a hidden murderous intent.

"You have three seconds to get back five meters away... three..."

"Hey, hey, hey, that's going too far, Celia! I'm your obedient, handsome, and cute disciple! Am I some kind of terrible person?"