I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Fingel was genuinely a little sad.

Celia, you're really high and mighty.

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Celia questions your words.

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Celia gripped the book so tightly she almost pierced the paper... Couldn't this guy take his hand away before telling such a lie?

Her eyes glanced away from the hand reaching towards her body, unable to understand what was going on with this guy.

"two..."

"Okay, okay, I'll step aside now."

Fingel had no choice but to retreat a few meters. Unfortunately, he couldn't beat Celie... Just wait, one day he will be crowned king, become a god, and then he will definitely beat Celie to her knees as a god!

Begin! My mental hell of illusions! Accept your punishment along with your apprentice!

So exciting!

No, not master and disciple, it should be... grandmaster, master, and disciple!

That's great!

Unable to defeat his enemy in person, Fingel decides to overcome him psychologically. As he thinks about it, he unconsciously reveals an extremely infatuated smile... which makes Celie feel uncomfortable.

I always feel like I'm being defiled just by being looked at.

"You were just cursing me in your mind, weren't you?"

Fed up!

Celia slammed the book shut and glared fiercely at Fingel... If this bastard disciple didn't give her a reasonable explanation today, she would definitely teach Fingel a lesson he would never forget!

"No? If that's not true, please don't slander me."

Fingel raised both hands in protest; honestly, he hadn't sworn at anyone.

It's just a simple story of a master, apprentice, and grandmaster playing together. Honestly, it's so appealing!

Unfortunately, I don't know if my wish will be fulfilled in my lifetime.

"Speaking of which... you've been my disciple for a month now, haven't you? I think it's necessary to give you some lessons... how about a combat magic class?"

A kind smile suddenly appeared on Celia's face—it was hard to imagine how eerie it was for an elf with a perpetually deadpan expression to show such an expression; at least Fingel felt his scalp tingle.

You're clearly just using teaching magic as an excuse to get back at me, aren't you? You're using this as a pretext to settle scores, you bastard master!

"What?!"

"Forget it, my dear master, you know I don't know a single spell yet." Fingel started to stall, somewhat regretting teasing his master. "Isn't it unnecessary to give a magic combat lesson to someone who can't use magic?"

Garlic birds, garlic birds, life isn't easy for anyone.

“How can that be? I’m your master…” Celia stood up with a smile. “You don’t need to know magic, you just need to know how to dodge magic.”

"No, Master! I'm your obedient disciple!" Fingel was a little numb. Damn it, he'd gone too far!

Why would he stay here and get beaten if he's planning to run away?

Unfortunately it was too late.

"I'm doing this for your own good, my foolish apprentice!"

"If you don't know magic, you should at least know how to fight against mages, right?"

Without a word, Celia raised her hand—one finger pointing to the sky.

In an instant, terrifying heat gathered together as if going mad, and in just one second, a huge fireball with a diameter of more than five meters appeared at her fingertips, burning fiercely.

It was like divine punishment descending from the gods—from afar, Fingel felt the air become scorching hot.

"You'd better accept your master's teachings properly!"

not good! !

Run at ten times the speed!

Fingel's pupils contracted, and his survival instincts compelled him to immediately activate his time-reduction ability.

"BOOM!!!!!"

The next second, the area beneath the altar of the ruins was instantly engulfed in flames, and a slight tremor was felt within a radius of several kilometers, as if a magnitude 3 earthquake had occurred.

.....

"..........Um?"

Inside the makeshift shelter, Frillie, who had been sleeping soundly by the campfire, furrowed her brow slightly... Her mind cleared up a little, and after a brief moment of reflection, she relaxed.

"Seria... is throwing a tantrum again."

Frillie rolled over and continued sleeping soundly—even elves want to hibernate.

As long as the demons don't attack, she feels she can sleep forever.

Let's just take a short nap for two days this time?

.......

After the farce was over, Fingel's appearance became somewhat sloppy, with several burn holes appearing in his thick clothes.

But that's it.

Seria only wanted to teach Fingel a lesson, so she didn't use magic seriously. Instead, she used spells that were 'slow' but powerful, which Fingel easily dodged.

Slowing down time is not just about making yourself appear faster to others; what's more terrifying is that it provides far more time to handle emergencies than normal.

"Tsk tsk... What a convenient ability, is it magic to manipulate time?" Celia clicked her tongue in displeasure. "How can you use such an ability? It's such a waste."

"Unfortunately, Lady Celie—some people are just lucky enough to possess all these qualities at once: nobility, handsomeness, strength, and justice." Fingel dusted himself off, somewhat smugly. "However, Lady Celie, I think you should compensate your disciple for the cost of his robes; they're quite expensive, you know?"

This is a special supply for nobles; he only dares to burn it like this because he's made some money from tobacco.

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Celia has doubts about your brain.

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"Seriously! You're a nobleman, aren't you? Do you need me to give you money?"

Celia rolled her eyes. This kid was richer than her, wasn't he? Honestly, he was getting cocky. A handsome face, a noble status (noble), and magic that even she was somewhat intrigued by—the magic to manipulate time.

She had also tried to study time magic this past month... but she had no clue whatsoever. It seemed to be a power that only gods possessed. There was no such magic in any of the known books, except that there were records about time on the goddess's stone tablet.

However, she had studied it but hadn't found many clues...

"Speaking of which, how about we try drawing some blood from Fingel? He's tough as nails, so drawing a little blood shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Originally, magic was mostly studied from various monsters or demons. For some incomprehensible phenomena or the power of creatures, what destroyed the worldview of Frillian was magic that had not yet been studied.

So... it's quite normal to study magic from humans, right?

Concerned about time magic, Celia had this idea and planned to use this rebellious apprentice for some experiments when the time was right.

Fingel, who was still dusting off his clothes, suddenly sneezed. He looked around in surprise, suspecting that someone was secretly cursing him.

'never mind. '

“Lady Celia, actually, the reason I came to see you this time is because---” Fingel paused tactically.

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"Speak up if you have something to say, or get out of here."

Seria spoke calmly, immediately abandoning the idea of ​​drawing blood... Ten years... no, thirty years, she didn't want to see this disciple who showed her no respect whatsoever.

Thirty years is only a year; this guy shouldn't die of old age, right?

Fearing that Celia would continue to beat him, Fingel decided to tell the truth and stop delaying.

"Ahem, it's because I've found the magic I want to learn—the magic of creating illusions. I wonder if my master could teach me?"

'He calls for Master when there's trouble, but when there's nothing to do, it's all just Seriesa... Does this guy really have any sense of responsibility as a disciple?'

Celia was truly speechless. Why did this guy show her no respect whatsoever? Was it because he was a nobleman?

If it were a foolish, self-important nobleman, Celia would refuse to take him as a disciple—but what about Fingel? Surely he can't be fearless because of such base desires?

She could understand someone having no fear or respect for her, and even wanting to kill her, but she didn't know what Fingel was thinking.

“Illusion magic... Hmm, have you made up your mind? I know this magic, and I can give it to you.” Celia said calmly, “This is a magic I developed from the monsters that create illusions.”

"However, this magic isn't very strong. Those monsters can see through your mind, so it's very dangerous, but humans can't—have you thought this through?"

Celia didn't think illusion magic was a good choice; from what she knew of those who had learned illusion magic, they were all very weak.

Is there such a thing?

Fingel raised an eyebrow. "You should have said so earlier!"

"Um... if possible, could you also give me a memory-reading spell?"

He wants to read memories too! Ideally, he'd be able to alter those memories! He's wanted to be a thug for a long time!

He immediately contradicted himself and broadened his thinking... Really, since Celie knows so much magic, it wouldn't make much difference if she gave him a few more!

"Three! If possible, another spell to increase cutting power..."

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Three?

impossible!

"Get lost, you can't," Celia said irritably. "You're too greedy, Fingel."

"You only have one chance, do you want it?"

"Is it really not allowed? My dear master, you don't want to see your disciple killed by the demons because he is too weak, do you?"

"That's wonderful! It's like ridding a scourge of evil. You greedy nobleman who sends your subordinates expensive food every day." Celia sneered twice, then feigned delight and exclaimed, "Demons can do some good things sometimes!"

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"No... Master, our friendship is truly as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind..."

Fingel pretended to be heartbroken and clutched his chest... not that he was really heartbroken, but also a little envious. He wished he were an elf.

"Stop talking nonsense, just an illusion spell, or something else--- hurry up and tell me."

Celia issued an ultimatum; she was eager for Fingel to learn magic and then hurry back to his own territory, never to see him again.

Well... at most we'll meet once when we're about to die.

"Then let's use illusion magic... How stingy of you, Master."

Fingel reluctantly chose illusion magic.

"roll!"

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Less than half an hour later, Fingel learned illusion magic.

It was amazing, it felt like the transfer of power in a fantasy martial arts novel. Celia placed one hand on his chest—accompanied by a strange surge of energy, Fingel transformed into Celia's shape.

A flood of memories about illusion magic rushed into his mind, and within half an hour, Fingel had learned the basics of illusion magic.

"I found this magic a bit boring, so I didn't study it too much. The rest is up to you."

After Celia finished transferring the magic, she breathed a sigh of relief... Finally, she could get rid of this bastard.

'That's a bit of a pity...'

Fingel carefully recalled his memories and found that this magic was currently only capable of creating ordinary illusions with his hands, no wonder Celia said it was a useless magic.