To be honest, Frieren’s suggestion was even a bit of emotional blackmail, since whether magic would be lost or not wasn’t Ethan’s concern.
But as the saying goes, if both parties’ thoughts align, it’s not blackmail, it’s mutual understanding and hitting it off.
“Alright.” Ethan agreed.
“Please entrust your magic to my care.” But he still had two things he didn’t understand.
First, whether magic would be lost shouldn’t concern the Hero of the South.
At that time, he should have still been fighting the Demon Lord’s army, so there was no reason for him to seek out Frieren specifically for this matter.
Second, Ethan was human, and his notes weren’t proper magic but a cheat skill independent of the magic system.
After he passed away, who would inherit this magic?
Or would it simply disappear?
Frieren was definitely hiding something.
But he didn’t ask.
Frieren, as an immortal being, naturally shouldn’t be unaware of this.
Yet, she still came to him, which proved that he would definitely find a way to solve this problem in the future.
As for whether he himself might embark on the path of immortality…
he could only say that if it were possible, he would strive to achieve it without harming others.
He would continue to hold onto this hope, as if Frieren gave him the answer directly, he would lose the motivation to strive.
“Then, the negotiation is established.” Frieren tilted her head slightly, a faint smile appearing on her face.
For an elf whose emotions were not easily stirred, this was quite an achievement.
“From now on, you will act with me.
I will teach you from the most basic magic until you have learned all of my magic.” “All of it…” Ethan felt a bit of a headache.
“If you don’t mind me saying,…
Master, how many types of magic do you actually know?” “Oh ho, you want to know?” Perhaps because she had easily achieved her main goal, or perhaps because of Ethan’s self-aware address, Frieren was in a very good mood now.
“Although it’s not as much as that old lady, I have collected over a thousand years’ worth of magic.
You can learn for quite some time.” Ethan didn’t ask how long “quite some time” was.
He suddenly had a bad feeling.
Would he have to stay by this elf’s side for a lifetime?
An elf’s perception of time was different from a human’s.
Ten years might be no different from a human’s one month in her eyes.
Speaking of which, who was “that old lady”?
Ethan had been thinking about where he would go after sending Übel to magic school, and never expected it to turn out like this.
The first step of his goal, finding a path to learn magic, and learning from the magic user of the hero’s party, was achieved so easily.
That was something many people couldn’t even dream of.
And…
Ethan looked at the smiling Frieren.
As expected of a girl from the elf race, in terms of looks, she ranked among the absolute top tier among everyone he had ever seen.
For a moment, he even felt a bit smitten.
However, thinking about their unequal lifespans, he immediately suppressed those thoughts.
But even if there was no opportunity, just being able to see her every day was a treat for his eyes.
For three days, Frieren wasn’t idle either.
Inside the carriage, she started by explaining the basics of magic.
This was completely teaching from scratch, but her teaching was very clear and easy to understand.
Not only did Ethan understand, but Übel, who was beside them, also listened very attentively.
Frieren didn’t pay much attention to Übel, as to her, these were all worthless theoretical knowledge, just the basic knowledge required to become a magic user.
She didn’t know that as a magic user who had lived for over a thousand years, the theories she refined had a more prominent effect in practical application.
Following this set of theories, her growth rate would definitely surpass that of ordinary academy students.
But she wasn’t perfect.
Because she had become a mature magic user very early on, her experience with apprentice-level magic users was somewhat lacking.
She would make some small mistakes, which Übel would naturally correct once she entered magic school.
Three days later, the royal capital.
The royal capital of the Central Kingdom was indeed prosperous.
The crowds were so dense that Ethan felt a bit unaccustomed to them.
There were guards patrolling everywhere on the streets, and although there were many pedestrians, they were orderly.
It was worthy of being under the emperor’s watchful eye.
After returning the carriage to the rental office, Frieren showed a rather subtle expression.
( ´ω` ) ← Probably like this.
“I’m going to look around.
We’ll meet at the inn later.” “Is that so?” Ethan didn’t doubt her.
The next destination was the magic school.
Frieren seemed somewhat reluctant to approach it, was there someone there?
Watching Frieren’s back disappear around the street corner, Ethan held Übel’s hand, and with his other hand dragging her suitcase, he slowly walked towards the magic school.
The journey wasn’t short, but this was their last meeting for a while.
After all, it was a boarding school.
Except for holidays, she would study and live here until she was twelve years old.
After that, they would consider whether to continue her studies at a higher magic school or graduate directly and pursue other paths.
After all, not every talented child could stick to the path of a magic user until the end.
Life at the junior magic school was also a process of selection.
Übel had always been well-behaved.
Even with Frieren accompanying them, she had never acted capriciously.
Logically, if someone suddenly took away the attention of the person a child was attached to, the child would surely be unhappy.
But Übel was different.
She didn’t seem to care.
At the entrance of the junior magic school, many carriages were parked.
These were children from noble families.
Of course, more were like Übel, carefully led by their parents and walking to register here, commoner children.
As for why nobles would send their children to such a magic school filled with commoners, it was because this was an academy established by the Continental Magic Association, the most recognized magic organization by the kingdom, and it was the association that certified a magic user’s magical abilities.
From 9th to 6th was the apprentice stage.
From 5th class onwards was the stage of being able to act independently.
As for 1st class magic users, there were currently fewer than fifty, almost representing the pinnacle of power on the continent.
“Übel, from now on you’ll be living by yourself.” Ethan lowered his head and looked at the little girl beside him.
Coincidentally, the little girl also looked up at him at that moment.
“Yes, I will work hard.” Although only five years old, Übel was much more sensible than children her age.
“So, Ethan, you must come visit me during the holidays.” Ethan smiled and stroked Übel’s little head.
“Of course, I will definitely come.” At this time, in the principal’s office of the junior magic academy.
The principal of a school established by the Continental Magic Association was naturally the president of the Magic Association.
However, she was only a figurehead.
So, the one who truly managed the school was usually the vice-principal.
However, today, the vice-principal was merely standing respectfully to the side.
Because the principal had made a rare appearance in the principal’s office.
Working?
That was impossible.
She appeared purely out of interest.
Serie, President of the Continental Magic Association and Great Mage.
At this moment, the elusive president was looking with great interest at the entrance of the magic school.
“Oh ho, they’ve arrived…” However, soon she turned her head away, her interest waning.
“It’s a pity he’s still too weak.
Let him come to me when he’s capable.” To her, Ethan was not worth her effort to pay attention to at the moment.
Casually putting this matter aside, she yawned and slumped onto the overly large principal’s chair, and asked casually: “I heard Frieren came?” “Yes.” “Tch.
If she comes to the association, just throw her out.” “…Yes.”