Reincarnation Band Magician

Maybe it was just a whim of the great magician, but Aite believed that this was a manifestation of closer relations.

Now, in this ordinary little house, Celie sat at the table. Little Clara, who was kicked out of the kitchen, urged Little Mo to take the opportunity to touch the ears of this legendary figure in the name of massaging his shoulders.

Maybe it's due to the individual differences between elves, but Seliya's ears are a circle bigger than Qing and Frillian's, and they look like they feel very good.

The irritable elf flapped its ears like a buffalo chasing away gadflies.

Time passed by every minute and every second. She hadn't read the magic book for more than an hour - it didn't matter, because magic had reached a bottleneck. She hadn't seen any valuable ideas for a long time, let alone excellent magic.

Perhaps, the continued escalation of the intensity of the battles between humans and demons will further promote the development of magic, just like it did in the past thousand years.

Volame ended the era when magic was in the hands of a few people. The number of people who could learn magic was a hundred times greater than in the past. Celie had to admit that this had accelerated the progress of magic.

But she still felt that most people were just the base of the pyramid, the firewood, and only a few talented people could bring her surprises.

Three such people appeared at once, and they were worth her time. More importantly, they aroused her curiosity for the first time in a long time.

While being harassed by the little girl now called Metis, Celie felt the aura coming from her.

There's no sense of magic flowing, is this really the goddess's trick?

Although it was amazing, it only made Celie slightly curious.

Having taught disciples and bestowed many magic spells, the great magician understood from these experiences that no matter how rare the qualities or how outstanding the magic, they are only the foundation. Whether they can be brought into play still depends on individual performance.

The ability to bring these out is what is truly rare, or it is not an exaggeration to call it true talent.

When the two little kids were messing with her hair, Celie slapped their rude hands. These kids were just like that, so disrespectful.

She looked at the blue-haired girl sitting opposite her drinking tea and raised her head.

"Come out for a walk with me."

"Eh? Okay."

Shoko Toyokawa is different from Qing. As an elf from the mythological era, she cannot be treated as an ordinary elder like Qing.

Just like the demented Flillian.

……

Walking on the streets of the Holy City, the climate was hot, and I soon felt uncomfortable in the shadows of buildings, reaching my hands into the sun.

Celie retracted her hand and looked back, "You seem to be very good at killing magic?"

Xiangzi, who was walking behind, answered seriously: "Well, I think it's great."

"Indeed, its groundbreaking concept and extremely simple design make it possible for humans to learn it. Corrupted Sage Guval..."

This was the most satisfying magic she had created in hundreds of years, but since it came from the demon clan, there was a certain black humor. It seemed that more than just humans were tempered.

"This magic will kill many great demons."

Celia was absolutely certain of this.

Even the corrupt sage might be killed by the magic he invented, which is a joke.

"A thousand years ago, when Volame persuaded the Empire to devote the entire nation's resources to the study of magic, I felt that the age of humanity was approaching, but I never imagined it would happen so soon."

A thousand years? Fast?

Toyokawa Shoko didn't know how to respond to this.

Celia seemed to know her feelings. "A thousand years is not a short time for me. It's just that compared to the long years in the past, there are so many new things. When I'm learning new things, the days pass by quickly.

“A thousand years ago, it would have been hard for me to imagine that these things would actually happen… Frankly, I don’t really like this kind of change. New things, like babies, always have some shortcomings—but their future is also worth looking forward to.

"Even that Fulilian is changing. I wanted to talk to you about young people's views on this era, giving myself a reason to change my behavior. It's almost like a human. Even I care about these things and become like a human."

Celia looked up at the sky.

"Everything is changing... Maybe I just like this era. There are so many things to look forward to."

Miss Toyokawa walked behind and listened quietly.

Celie had chosen her because of this; all she needed now was someone who would listen.

If it were Qing and Aite... communicating with them would be pleasant and caring, but when showing my inner self in front of them, I would inexplicably feel inferior.

If you get used to this way of communication, you will definitely become weak and gradually be "tamed".

Celie would not allow herself to be in a weak, dependent position.

"I'll probably be more active in the future. For now, tell me about Fulilian."

Celia had changed her opinion of Fulilian a little. After spending so much time with Qing, whom Aite even admitted was "better at taking care of people than her", it seemed that she had made some progress over the years.

You may not look at someone with new eyes after three days of absence, but you cannot continue to look at her with the same eyes as before after a thousand years of absence.

"what?"

"I'm a little curious about her...this expression, is there anything she can't tell me?" Celie keenly noticed something.

“No, this…”

Miss Xiangzi rarely lies, having inherited her father's honesty. When she has to lie, she usually runs away without saying anything.

Now that she has taken a few steps, a mature adult should learn to tell white lies.

"Ms. Flillian...she always makes sure to start her day full of energy when she travels."

"Oh, you're still in bed."

"Well, although he's an excellent magician, he never puts on airs and is very casual when interacting with us."

"Isn't she still in that messy state?" Celie frowned in genuine surprise.

"Very knowledgeable, good at identifying rare magical materials, and often attempts to research and understand them."

"I haven't lost my bad habit of picking up scraps either."

"..."

Even Qing couldn't lie in front of Celie. If he and Aite were here, facing these sensitive topics, they would choose to answer from a different angle instead of trying to change the words like Xiangzi did. All this was meaningless to the great magician.

So later Miss Xiangzi gave up struggling and told everything.

Celie's expression turned into disgust, and in the end, she even wanted to laugh - out of anger.

I was really wrong. That guy has become a complete waste.

Despite this, Xiangzi and Qing still respect Fulilian... probably.

Long Journey: 345, Tell me in advance if you're going home

Because Aite said that she learned cooking from Qing, even though she repeatedly emphasized that Qing's cooking skills were excellent, Celie always held a filter of doubt and denial.

This is the importance of having a reliable student. Aite's skills will not shake Qing's position in the culinary world, but it will destroy his career in education.

Thinking about those vegetarian foods that would make the elves blush green, and after communicating with Xiangzi, Fulilian's current situation made her feel heartbroken - she was originally just idle, and now she has become lazy and gluttonous.

My already meager appetite waned again.

Celie always said that she didn't care about anyone and was only thinking about magic. In fact, she wouldn't even remember the names of the people she really didn't care about. She had already been able to completely control this elf body and would not remember anything she didn't want to remember.

Later, Xiangzi talked about the duel with Aura and Frillian's reliable performance on the final battlefield, which barely allowed Celie to recover.

[I don't have much appetite, just eat a little and go back.]

Before the meal, I even found it difficult to force myself to eat <('??`)> with a bitter face.

After walking around and coming back, the fragrance wafting from the house made the memory seem unfamiliar.

Celie stopped and looked up to make sure she was not in the wrong place.

Later, Qing Chenggong used his skills to restore the reputation of his lineage.

……

Drink tea and talk magic.

The communication with the great magician was very pleasant. Some problems that Xiangzi had not encountered, had a vague feeling about, and could not break through after thinking hard were all answered by her concise and to-the-point words.

The knowledge accumulated over the years is a precious treasure.

Water drops drip from the teapot.

Because she was too happy, the great magician felt that the current atmosphere was eroding what she was used to in the past, so she felt a little uncomfortable.

She felt it after the meal, but when had she ever been timid?

The fact that I have persisted until now means nothing more than this.

[Sure enough, the hustle and bustle only disturbs my studies.]

"Let's go, Fulilian... Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The big elf shook his long sleeves, used some magic, and quickly disappeared on the street.

Aite touched his chest as a disciple should, even though the teacher couldn't see.

After coming back, I felt a sense of emptiness.

No one is missing, it's just that they will leave tomorrow, so the house will be empty.

So Clara stayed at home today and didn't go out, sticking to them all day long.

As an adult, Aite is already accustomed to separation, but the child has just come out of the ignorant age and is not yet old enough to understand separation. As soon as the house becomes quiet, he is in tears.

"Brother, can you not leave?"

Once again, Clara started to act coquettishly.

The uncle who has always spoiled his niece can no longer say "good".

The advantage of Qing is sincerity, but the disadvantage is that he is too sincere when facing people around him. He can tell some lies, but he will not tell them.

"We'll come back again later and play with Clara again."

At the funeral, I met the blacksmith who made the twin swords for the Hero of the South, and asked him to make a mechanical shield for Xiao Mo. The total construction period would take about half a year. I paid a partial deposit in advance, and I would need to come again later to pay the subsequent expenses.

All the best materials will be used, and the balance will be paid from Fulilian later. One third of the "start-up capital" given by Solitaire will be used up. By then, what Xiao Mo will be carrying is not a shield, but the entire fortune of a hereditary earl.

Qing wiped the tears from the little girl's eyes with her fingertips. "So don't be sad today. You can cry next time, okay?"

"do not want!"

Then the little pearls started falling.

Qing looked back helplessly, hoping that Xiao Mo would comfort her friend, but she found that it was cold now. Xiao Mo was busy talking and playing at noon and did not eat. She started to replenish her energy after logging in.

At least they knew to bring it to the kitchen to eat.

No one came to her rescue, and Qing couldn't offer any more words of comfort, so she just held little Clara in her arms.

She cried until she was held in my arms, her clothes soaked with sweat. She was still a child, and she cried herself to sleep, still sobbing softly in her sleep.

Aite, who didn't know where she was standing, walked back, picked up her daughter and went back to the room, then walked out and hugged Qing and Xiangzi.

The older sister-like woman buried her face in the shoulders of the two men, her voice trembling, "How long will this time be?"

Qing hesitated, raised his hand and stroked her hair, "If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be back within two weeks."

"What about next time?"

"..."

Xiangzi couldn't bear to think or answer, so he put his arm around Aite's neck and said, "Maybe before little Clara comes of age."

"I see."

Aite expressed some sadness a little, just as Qing said, this was not the last time.

Because he himself couldn't make up his mind to leave for so long after not seeing each other for four years.

Maybe it would be easier to say goodbye in two parts.

"Prepare the ingredients tonight and make them in advance. You can take them with you on the road."

"Ah."

……

Get up early in the morning and ring the bell.

After boarding the caravan carriage bound for the royal capital, the steward rang the bell, and the penetrating sound attracted the attention of those around him.