Besides helping decipher grimoires, Frieren also accepted Heiter's request to "teach Fern magic during breaks between deciphering the book."
It had to be said—Frieren had real talent as a teacher.
On the very first day of instruction, she completely overwheld the little girl.
Thud.
Frieren set down another thick stack of docunts.
Fern's small desk was already piled high with all kinds of grimoires. She was practically about to be buried in books.
"Since many ancient grimoires are written in Ancient Elvish, if you want to beco an excellent mage, you'll need to learn it as soon as possible."
Frieren tapped the books on the table. "Finish these within a month. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Uh…"
The small Fern didn't dare say a word.
Shane watched from the side, eating snacks with a face full of schadenfreude. It felt exactly like watching a kid face a mountain of exam prep books.
Frieren didn't seem to be asking for permission. She directly opened the top book and began explaining the key points.
Fern listened while taking notes, but it didn't take long before she started fidgeting.
A thin layer of sweat ford on her forehead.
Frieren was explaining far too quickly. With no foundation at all, Fern simply couldn't keep up—but she was too embarrassed to ask Frieren to slow down.
Thankfully, just as her pen was about to spark from overuse, Frieren noticed the issue and began to slow her pace, explaining things in greater detail.
Teacher and student both worked hard to adapt to each other.
…
Crunch crunch.
Shane sat nearby doing absolutely nothing—eating apples one mont, cracking sunflower seeds the next, completely relaxed.
It didn't take long for Frieren to shoot him an annoyed look.
"Stop eating. Sit down and study too."
"Huh? ?"
Shane blinked in confusion.
Frieren looked at him as if it were obvious. "Of course you."
"Fern is still young. Studying dry theory like this makes it easy for her to lose focus. If you study alongside her, it'll help her stay concentrated."
And just like that, Shane beca a study companion.
"Well… I…"
"Hmm?"
He tried to co up with an excuse to slip away, but Frieren's gaze shut that down imdiately.
Beside him, Fern looked at him with hopeful eyes, clearly asking for help.
Shane sighed and sat down.
Opening the thick book in front of him, he was t with dense lines of Ancient Elvish characters—completely incomprehensible, like scribbles from another world.
But sothing strange happened.
The [Accelerated Thinking (Gold/Legendary )] attribute kicked in again. In just a short mont, the twisted script beca clear and understandable. He had sohow directly grasped how to read Ancient Elvish.
As Frieren continued explaining, his learning speed skyrocketed. In just half a day, he could read it fluently.
Even Frieren was stunned.
Fern was also shocked—but not by how smart Shane was. She was shocked that she wasn't as smart as him!
The little girl pursed her lips, her face tense with dissatisfaction.
She worked even harder, carefully recording Frieren's explanations, determined to catch up. Even when Frieren wasn't around, she didn't slack off at all—reading, writing, morizing, completely focused.
Shane couldn't help but sigh.
Back in his previous life, any parent would wake up laughing in their dreams if their kid worked this hard.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. Yeah, about ti.
"Fern, you should balance work and rest. You've been studying for an hour—get up, walk around, look outside, relax your eyes."
"I can't rest. I haven't finished the tasks Miss Frieren assigned."
"No rush. Take it slow."
"No. There's no ti. I have to learn as quickly as possible."
"You're still so young. You've got plenty of ti," Shane said with a smile.
"It's Mr. Heiter who doesn't have ti."
Fern suddenly clenched the grimoire in her hands. "He's always worried that after he dies, I'll be left alone. Whether it's magic or anything else, I have to learn it as quickly as possible."
"'She can already stand on her own now. I can rest easy.' I want Mr. Heiter to think that…"
Shane's smile froze.
This perceptive little girl… she had probably already realized sothing.
Sigh—
Heiter, all your efforts to hide it… she probably knew long ago.
"You can do it, Fern."
Shane gently patted her head, giving her firm encouragent.
Fern turned her head away shyly, her face slightly red, and said in a small voice, "Mr. Shane, you always learn Miss Frieren's lessons so quickly. Do you have so special thod? Please, you have to teach ."
Hearing her sincere request, Shane felt awkward.
It's all thanks to the attribute… how am I supposed to teach that?
But facing her earnest, hopeful gaze, he couldn't let her down.
"If you read a book a hundred tis, its aning will reveal itself. You just need to read more. I… well… I've read a lot, so I naturally understand things faster."
"So it's because I haven't read enough?"
Fern nodded, her fighting spirit reignited as she plunged back into the ocean of knowledge.
…
Frieren's lessons were divided into theory in the morning and practice in the afternoon.
After spending the entire morning buried in books, she and Fern headed to a hillside in the afternoon.
This was where Fern used to practice magic alone. Heiter had once set her a goal—to hit a protruding rock on the mountain across from them.
She had been figuring things out by herself all along.
"Miss Frieren, my magic always dissipates halfway through the air. Why does that happen?"
"Long-distance magic is a test of a mage's fundantals—your mana capacity, the strength when you cast, and your control over mana. This isn't sothing you can fix overnight. It requires years of practice."
As Frieren explained, she summoned her staff and demonstrated.
…
This ti, Shane couldn't be a study companion.
With no talent for magic, he was assigned a new role: logistics—specifically, cooking for everyone.
He was thrilled and prepared his own improved version of boiled fish!
"Ugh—!"
Heiter spat out a mouthful of fish, his face twisting.
Fern puffed her cheeks, unable to swallow but too polite to spit it out, her expression grave.
Only Frieren showed wisdom—she didn't touch the dishes at all and just kept eating bread.
The next day, Shane's role changed slightly—from logistics to gathering. He was sent into the forest to pick mushrooms.
Perfect! Sumr is the best ti for mushrooms!
"Mr. Heiter—!"
At the dinner table, Heiter suddenly coughed up blood. Thankfully, he was experienced—he grabbed the Holy Scripture and imdiately cast [Detoxification] and [Healing] on himself, barely saving his life.
After that, all mushroom-related dishes were thrown away.
Heiter clutched the Holy Scripture for the rest of the al…
On the third day, Shane's role was adjusted once again. Now, all he had to do was sit in the sun with Heiter—and he was strictly banned from entering the kitchen.
The two of them sat on a wooden beam in front of the house, chatting idly like two bored, empty-nest old n.
"The sun's about to set. They should be coming back soon, right?"
Shane's stomach growled.
Heiter nodded, his stomach growling even louder.
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