I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Magic requires imagination, and in Frilian's eyes, his performance showed a lack of imagination, which naturally resulted in poor magical talent.

...

The teenage Philon, gripping a staff taller than herself, aimed at a distant tree and fired a shot!

"boom!"

A dazzling beam of light shot out and hit the tree precisely.

Creak------

The tree collapsed with a bang, as if hit by a meteorite, breaking in half and rolling to the ground.

“Well done, Philon.”

Frillie nodded with a smile, patting Philon on the head to encourage her.

"It's all thanks to Lady Frilian's excellent teaching."

Philon expressed his gratitude humbly, without any arrogance.

"Just keep practicing like this from now on." Frillian's lips curled up slightly, her mood somewhat pleasant. "Be careful not to run out of magic power, or it will feel very uncomfortable."

"Yes!"

[Fellen is truly talented...]

Even with her guidance, he shouldn't have learned it so quickly, which made her very satisfied.

However, the other person's words...

She glanced at Fingel, who was still engrossed in his book, her words full of disdain; she had never seen anyone learn so slowly.

idiot.

"Why can't you even learn something so simple? Is your mind only filled with women?" Frilian's cheeks puffed out slightly, and her pink lips unconsciously pouted. "Even a little kid like Philon has learned it, how can you, an adult, be so shameless?"

[This guy is so stupid, how did he even learn illusion magic in the first place?]

[It really was Celia's help, wasn't it? If it weren't for Celia transferring her magic, he definitely wouldn't have been able to learn magic, hmph.]

???

nonsense!

This stupid woman!

"Stop talking nonsense! It's clearly your fault for teaching poorly!" Fingel's face darkened, and he wanted to grab the female elf and beat her into abstinence. "Besides, I'm your senior uncle, who's your disciple?"

He discovered that Frillie really had a sunny disposition, which made him determined to pin her down on the bed and give her a good hard time tonight, to show her how powerful the British police were.

"Humph, I don't care."

"It was you who shamelessly begged me to teach you magic, so is there a problem with me being your master now?"

Frillie rolled her eyes slightly. What a guy who doesn't know how to respect his teacher at all.

[Philon is better...she's both smart and talented]

"Hehe, don't have those weird fantasies, okay? I know you really want to improve your seniority, but if you can't do it, you just can't."

Fingel's lips curled into a mocking smile as he impatiently tapped his staff with his fingertips.

What a pathetic illusion.

"Once a demon, always a demon; once a martial uncle, always a martial uncle."

He grabbed Frillie's head and rubbed it vigorously, messing up her carefully styled long hair.

"You...you must have deceived Celia, or used some underhanded means, right?"

"Selie must be blind to accept you as her land."

Frillie grew increasingly dissatisfied. Why did Celia take this guy as her disciple? Aside from having some strange talent in fantasy magic, this guy was practically a magic idiot.

"Stop talking nonsense! Don't you know what filial piety is? I'm your elder!"

Fingel glanced at Philon, who was intently practicing his magic to bombard the trees, and took the opportunity to raise his hand—and slapped it across Frilian's shapely buttocks.

Pa~!

"You bastard... don't do anything reckless!"

For some reason, Frillie also glanced at Philon with a guilty conscience, and at the same time felt a little flustered. Would this guy send a message now?

Originally, she had some understanding of human sexual desire, but it was limited to the night. Ordinary families might conduct educational activities at fixed times at night, mainly for the purpose of reproduction.

But Fingel was different; he played it quite wildly, always seeming ready to spam, completely disregarding the occasion.

Even with Philon here, Frilian was still a little worried that the guy might do something too outrageous.

"?"

Fingel's face immediately darkened. What did he say? What did he say?

Even he wouldn't do anything inappropriate in front of a child, okay?

Hmm, definitely not...?

A week passed just like that.

Although the Finger people didn't learn flight or basic attack magic during this time... there was good news: Frilian knew some magic related to accessing memories and consciousness.

Frillie is practically a walking magic library, all for her own amusement.

Haita also returned during this time.

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

【Haita's Home】

【19: 00】

Haita, upon his return, still had the same friendly face as before, speaking with a smile, although anyone with eyes could see that his expression was not quite pleasant.

He was still wearing a somewhat worn white priest's robe, but he seemed to have dark circles under his eyes, and he kept glancing sideways at Fingel, which puzzled him.

'What does this have to do with me?'

Fingel had a bad feeling that the longer he stayed, the greater the impact might be.

"Hello? Haita's back." Frilian looked at Haita, a barely perceptible worry in her voice. "Philan's been talking about you these past few days. What have you been up to?"

"Lord Haita, has the matter of the church been resolved?" Philon jumped off the stool, looking like he was waiting for praise.

"I've been learning magic with Lady Frillian these past two days! I've already learned flight and 'normal attack' magic!"

Oh?

Is that true?

Haita was somewhat surprised, then patted the child's head and praised him.

“Great job, Philon.”

"As expected, my judgment was correct. You can definitely do it."

There's no such thing as "you were supposed to do this." What's there to be proud of? As for saying things like, "Other kids at this age have already been admitted to Tsinghua University," Haita has always praised anyone who does well.

If you do well, you do well; if you do poorly, you offer comfort; if you make a mistake, you educate. Instead of providing psychological manipulation or taking advantage of others to achieve educational goals that are impossible in normal circumstances, it's like expecting an ordinary person to have a genetic mutation and give birth to a phoenix. Obviously, that's highly unlikely.

Philon, like a kitten, nudged Haita's hand with her head, thoroughly enjoying the praise from her loved ones.

...

After praising Philon, Haita looked at Fingel with a somewhat serious tone.

"I have something I want to tell you, Fingel."

"We need to talk."

?

Knew it.

"it is good."

....................、

In the basement of Haita's house.

"Please sit down," Haita said, dragging over two chairs. "Just sit here."

Haita's withered hands were folded into a tower on his knees, his knuckles as bony as the roots of an old tree. His eyes were extremely deep, as if he were about to declare war on Marley at lightning speed.

?

No, you mean Allen?

Fingel felt something was off; the sense of déjà vu was a bit too strong.

However, he wasn't worried at all. Not to brag, but even if ten more Haitas came, they wouldn't be enough for him to fight alone.

"Fingal, do you know... you might not be dead yet?"

"What are you talking about! I'm not dead at all." Fingel felt a little confused. "Wait, why are you cursing me to die the moment we meet?"

"What, you want to fight me again?"

Haita has slight doubts about what you said.

[Keywords for increasing favorability...]

[Implantation successful]

"No, what I mean is... you didn't die a thousand years ago."

?

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about. Did you eat some kind of hallucinogenic mushroom?"

Fingel was confused. What was this guy talking about?

“What I mean is… you’ve lived from a thousand years ago until now,”

"In reality, there is another 'you' in this world."

Haita spoke calmly, as if he were remarking on how full the moon was. (Similar to Hermione's pocket watch in Harry Potter that can control time, except that the protagonist appears to live a thousand years into the future, and there are no instances of two protagonists active at the same time, nor is there a clone.)

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Author's Note: This was yesterday's... Okay, all done. Get some rest, guys.

Thanks for your support, brothers!

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Chapter 109: The Target is a Magician's Harem

Faced with Fingel's question, Haita calmly stated his conclusion.

“What I mean is... you’ve lived from a thousand years ago until now.”

"There is actually a possibility that another version of you exists in this world."

Haita spoke calmly, as if he were saying that the moon was very round today.

Realizing that the other party was serious, Fingel calmed down.

Ah, he understood.

Fingel is a fan of online novels, TV series, and movies, and he has watched the most classic movie, Harry Potter, several times.

In Harry Potter, there's a storyline where many students can only take part of a course due to scheduling conflicts. However, Hermione, the Scroll Queen, gains the ability to travel through time in order to learn more—allowing her to appear in different points in time simultaneously. Specifically, it manifests as the same individual appearing in different places at the same time.

There is only one individual, but time is in chaos; this is a very rare spatiotemporal phenomenon.

This is very dangerous. It's fine under normal circumstances, but if two identical individuals meet at the same time and realize that the other is right in front of them, then there will be more serious consequences. This is just one of the costs of playing with time.

The longer you spend time together in the future, the more unpredictable the consequences will be.

Time is mysterious, magnificent, and beyond the reach of mortals—for example, as Frilian said, what if Fingel learned attack magic from a thousand years in the future, and flight magic returned to a thousand years ago, and was then discovered and learned by people from a thousand years ago?

So, magic from a thousand years in the future might appear earlier than expected, and what will it look like a thousand years from now?

Time is both magical and dangerous.

This serves as a warning to Fingel—he needs to get back quickly, instead of thinking about Frilian's criticism a thousand years later.