The images of the mory began to flow. Fíliya saw the legendary great mage, Flam, proudly showing her creation to Frieren.
Before the two of them, a Golem of the sa model, though much smaller than a combat type at just over two ters tall, was setting a pot over a fire. It then swiftly chopped a pile of vegetables and at, tossing everything into the pot to cook. Its extra pair of feet simultaneously handled the seasoning and stirred the ingredients.
"Flam always invents such strange things, doesn't she?"
Frieren said this with a blank expression, her eyes betraying a complete lack of interest in anything and everything.
A cold gust of wind blew past, lifting the hem of Frieren's dress, but she neither brushed back the hair dancing in the wind nor held down her skirt. She just stood there on the grass, like a wooden doll.
"It's Teacher Flam. Really, Frieren, since you agreed to be my disciple, why can't you rember how to address ?"
Flam turned to look at Frieren, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by fondness.
She knew her Elven disciple was going through a low point in her life, so she was willing to show Frieren more patience.
"I'll rember it soday."
Frieren's tone was completely devoid of warmth.
But Flam didn't mind. She just sighed with a touch of emotion.
"Soday, huh... I wonder if I'll ever get to hear you call 'Teacher' before I'm on my deathbed."
As Flam spoke, she pulled Frieren down to sit by the fire. Watching her own Golem's cooking motions, which would look slightly comical to a human, a bit of a smile returned to Flam's face.
...After hearing Flam's words, Frieren fell silent again.
It was unclear what she was thinking, but she soon lifted her head.
"Teacher Flam."
She said.
Flam was slightly taken aback, then, as if unable to hold back her laughter, she patted Frieren's head.
"That makes happy, Frieren. But it feels like sothing is missing if you only say it after being reminded. I want you to rember this title as a 'habit,' just like the Mana Concealnt I had you practice. Only then will your teacher be truly happy."
"I... will try."
Frieren said with so hesitation.
In response, Flam just quietly ruffled her disciple's hair again.
Frieren really is an honest child, Flam thought.
To say 'I will try' at a ti like this instead of 'I understand'... in terms of emotional intelligence, this child isn't very clever. But, that's also part of Frieren's charm.
The scene fell into a brief silence as the two quietly waited for the Golem to finish preparing dinner.
Frieren rested her chin on her knees, her eyes fixed on the fla before her.
The occasional crackle of the dancing flas always sparked infinite imagination in the quiet night.
Finally, a flicker of curiosity ignited in the heart of the Elf nad Frieren.
She looked up at her master and asked.
"Flam... Teacher, why did you create a Golem with no combat ability?"
Flam looked at Frieren with so surprise. After all, ever since she had rescued her, this Elf had been as quiet as a clam, rarely asking questions on her own initiative.
So, her tone was noticeably more joyful than before as she replied.
"Hmm, I did consider making combat-capable Golems, but we can talk about those later. For now, this cooking model is my first batch of creations. As for why..."
As Flam spoke, her expression beca profound.
"Do you want to take a guess, Frieren?"
Flam asked in a coaxing tone.
...
In response, Frieren just quietly lowered her head again, rested her chin on her knees, and even closed her eyes.
"Alright, alright..."
Flam shook her head helplessly. Asking this girl Frieren to guess a human's thoughts was a bit too much for her. So, Flam cleared her throat and said slowly.
"Because, in the world of the future, it would be very inconvenient for humanity if things like this didn't exist, right?"
Flam said softly, her eyes filled with boundless dreams for humanity's future.
"The world of the future?"
The mont Flam uttered the first syllable, Frieren had already opened her eyes again and was looking at her master.
But she couldn't quite comprehend the 'future' her master spoke of.
Was that future in a few years, a few decades, or a few centuries?
For an Elf, who has no concept of ti, 'future' was an overly ambiguous word.
"Yes, an era when the world is at peace. Although I don't know if it will be in decades or centuries, humanity will surely see such a day."
Flam said with a confident tone.
But unlike Flam's positive and resolute tone, Frieren's attitude was far more pessimistic.
"Peace... I cannot imagine a future that I don't even know when will arrive."
Frieren's heart was truly lacking in sothing like 'hope,' so her view on many things tended to be negative.
Flam, of course, knew this. But she didn't rush to comfort Frieren, rely looking at her disciple quietly, her eyes filled with a gentle light.
"Even if you can't imagine it, you will definitely reach it, Frieren."
"You will surely et such an era."
Since it was only a residual thought from the Golem, this image of the past soon finished playing.
Fíliya felt a wave of emotion.
Although this mory from a thousand years ago didn't contain any powerful magic that she could greatly benefit from, it was a treasure in itself. At least, it was for Fíliya.
"Mmm... I never expected the great human mage—Flam—to have this kind of personality. Such a wonderful big sister figure. It's a sha she's separated from my era by a thousand years... Ah, I really want to talk to her while she was alive."
Through this mory, Flam's image grew even grander in Fíliya's mind.
That adorable little thing from her childhood had grown up to beco such a dependable and reliable ntor.
This is the beauty of humanity... she thought.
At the sa ti, there was sothing else in the vision that caught her attention.
The relationship between Frieren and Flam.
There are no records stating that 'Flam' and 'Frieren' had a master-disciple relationship. This was a completely new historical discovery.
And... Fíliya suddenly realized sothing.
Flam was Serie's disciple, and Frieren was Flam's disciple... If she had just nodded her head back then when Serie offered to take her as a disciple...
She would be of the sa lineage as Flam.
Wouldn't that... make her Frieren's senior?
Then when I et Frieren in the future, I can totally pull rank on her. Maybe I could even playfully tug her twintails?
Ah, I should have agreed. What a pity.
Miss Fíliya shook her head with a look of regret.
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