Chapter 180: Her Name is Furian

Chapter 180: Her Name is Furian

Magic shaped the earth into arrows, their surfaces moistening as they began to burn with a whistling wind.

The arrows burst with magic, dozens of burning flames swirling around Luk, then striking the targets on the training ground with pinpoint accuracy.

BOOM!

The deafening explosions echoed, the flames tearing deep craters into the ground. The damaged areas, trapped within the magical barrier, seemed to come to life, wriggling and repairing themselves.

"The shaping of the magic is pretty good, but there's still room for improvement. Maybe adjusting the arrowheads could enhance their piercing effect."

Looking at his work, Luk, holding a purple sandalwood staff, fell into deep thought.

The three elements of long-range magic: total magic power, the strength of offensive spells, and control.

His magic power was still growing at a satisfactory rate. The strength of his self-created offensive spells was decent and had room for optimization, but his control had slightly decreased, likely due to the increase in his total magic power.

As he pondered his next training plan, a pair of fragrant arms wrapped around him, and a subtle softness pressed against his back.

"Tired from training? Let me give you a massage."

Trela's voice came from behind him.

"Stop it. This is magic training; it only causes mental fatigue."

Luk spoke sternly, but he could feel the softness pressing more firmly against his back.

"I know, isn't this also healing your spirit?" Trela's voice was playful.

"As the saying goes, a girl's chest is a balm for the soul."

"That's just a made-up saying. If you don't let go, you'll regret it."

"Are you threatening me? You can't say you're not enjoying it."

"…No."

"I don't believe you. If you weren't, you would have pushed me away immediately."

Clap, clap, clap—

Lady Roine approached, clapping her hands, seemingly out of nowhere.

Trela froze for a second, then quickly released her hold on Luk, fumbling to tidy herself up, transforming from a rogue to a well-behaved child in an instant. One must maintain a good image in front of elders.

"I warned you, you'd regret it," Luk whispered.

"It seems you two are getting along well," Lady Roine smiled and nodded, "but Miss Trela, you should be more composed."

Trela's cheeks turned red, and she nodded hastily, "You're right, I'll be more careful in the future."

Lady Roine turned her gaze to Luk, "That was a splendid display of magic. Is the staff I gave you useful?"

"Very useful, thank you for the gift."

"Could you explain the principles of that spell to me?"

"Of course," Luk was a bit surprised by Lady Roine's request but nodded in agreement.

"First, I use magic to shape the earth into arrows. Then, I convert the outer layer into high-purity alcohol and use magic as a trigger to ignite it, followed by reinforcing it…"

Lady Roine listened intently, a nostalgic look on her face. When Luk finished, she sighed.

"Is something wrong?"

"In the past, Amir's father used to practice swordsmanship and combat skills here. He would excitedly tell me about these things, but back then, I didn't understand them and wasn't interested in the men's battles."

A look of regret crossed her face, "At that time, I was only concerned with the family's financial status, visiting and befriending other nobles to secure the family's position, hoping to support him in some way. I neglected the words of those close to me."

"Luk, learn from my mistake. Don't miss out on the things that truly matter and end up regretting it."

This was almost a direct push for him and Trela to get together.

In front of Lady Roine, Luk could only nod in agreement, ignoring the stifled laughter he heard.

"By the way, an elf has arrived. Amir sent her as your teacher. She's waiting in the hall. You should go and meet her."

After the marriage push, Lady Roine seemed to remember something and added.

"An elf?"

Luk was a bit surprised. He hadn't expected Amir to send a teacher from his own race. After the destruction of the elf village by the demons, elves had become an endangered species. He had been confined to the Campbell family estate, yet he was about to meet one.

When he entered the hall, Luk saw a white-haired elf, unsure whether to describe her as a "she" or a "it."

She was small in stature, with a flat, brick-like figure, dressed in a simple white knee-length dress and a gray robe. A strange pendant hung from her neck, and she had nothing else. Her pointed ears confirmed her race. She was leaning wearily in a chair, curled up, as if she hadn't had a good rest in a long time.

Luk's mouth dropped open, experiencing a significant emotional fluctuation for the first time, "Furian?"

Though much time had passed, and his memories from his previous life were fading, he could never forget the protagonist of this world—Furian.

She was the legendary mage Flame's top disciple, an elf who had lived for a thousand years and would later join the team of heroes led by Sinmer to defeat the Demon King.

The entire story revolved around Furian and her companions after they defeated the Demon King, with Sinmer's passing as a pivotal moment, pushing Furian forward in time and gradually helping her understand humans.

Perhaps hearing her name, Furian opened her weary eyes, rubbed them, and looked at Luk.

"How did you know my name?"

"I happened to read it in an ancient text. It says that the legendary mage Flama once had an elven disciple who looked a lot like you. That elf's name was Fyllian."

"Is that so." Fyllian didn't seem suspicious. She got up from her chair, her eyes half-open, as if she was still not fully awake.

"The magic in you lacks the stability that comes with age. It's quite raw, so you must be less than a century old, right?"

Luk nodded, "I'm just twenty-one this year."

Fyllian's eyes opened a bit wider, showing a hint of surprise, "I didn't think there would still be new elves being born these days."

Her eyelids drooped again, "In Apetito, I met a soldier who said his friend, also an elf, was looking for a reliable teacher. He even paid me in advance, so I came here."

"Apetito is just behind the Sword Homeland, not too far from Balum. How did it take you so long to get here?"

"I got lost in the forest."

Fyllian answered calmly, as if getting lost was a completely normal thing.

Luk: "…"

He didn't know how to respond.

"You look tired. I'll arrange a guest room for you to rest."

"Thank you."

…

Fyllian, who had been living a rough life outside, was quite accustomed to poor food, water, and living conditions. She adapted well to the comfort of the Campbell estate.

Luk asked Mrs. Roine to inform the servants not to disturb Fyllian unless necessary, allowing her to focus on teaching and discussing magic without dealing with social interactions.

Fyllian, as a mage, was incredibly powerful. Her vast magical energy was secondary to her exquisite control and the millennia of accumulated magical knowledge, which allowed her to effortlessly and precisely counter most enemies, using magic that never seemed to run out.

Though she was a bit lazy and unkempt, Fyllian was much more reliable in magic than Lainis.

She would tailor training to Luk's magical level, pointing out his mistakes and answering the complex problems he encountered with relative ease.

"You want to study flight magic?"

Luk nodded, "Control of the air is crucial. The reason the demons have a much lower casualty rate than humans is because they can fly."

Aside from top-tier adventurers, most mid-to-low-tier adventurers are helpless against flying demons. Both magical and physical weapons have limited ranges, and arrows lose power and accuracy over distance.

"Your idea is good, but it's quite difficult to implement."

Fyllian thought for a moment, "We already have magic to make objects float, but it can't be used on oneself because it requires extremely precise control. Once you start floating, your body loses balance, and your mind follows, causing the magic to fail."

"So, there are two main challenges: reducing the precision required for the magic and ensuring it remains stable even when you lose balance."

Luk listed the problems and began thinking seriously, seemingly undeterred by the obstacles.

Fyllian looked at him for a moment, "You want to help humans defeat the demons? That sounds like inviting trouble."

"The demons' policy toward elves is extermination. So, elves should fight back. I believe the best defense is a good offense."

Fyllian was silent for a moment, then nodded, "That makes sense. Let's try to create it. Flight magic sounds quite practical."

The two began to discuss intensely, with Fyllian taking the lead in designing the magic and Luk assisting with the more tedious tasks, often working so hard that they skipped meals.

…

After a typical discussion, Luk reviewed the day's lessons.

Click!

As soon as he opened the door, a small bottle fell from the door and hit him on the head. The bottle shattered, and the potion inside drenched his entire body.

Steam rose around him, and his clothes began to melt at an alarming speed, dissolving completely before he could react, leaving him feeling refreshingly cool.

Trella, who was in the room, opened her mouth wide, her eyes fixed on the scene.

Luk's lips twitched. He closed the door and started looking for clothes, but when he opened the wardrobe, it was empty.

He looked around, confirming that even the bed sheets and curtains had been removed, and gave up. He walked straight toward Trella.

"What are you up to now?"

"It's a potion that only melts clothes, not skin. A bestseller in magic shops."

Trella's face turned red, and she took a step back, feeling uncomfortable. The male elf's physique, without clothes, was even more perfect than she had imagined, making her blush and think of all sorts of things.

"That, you're… too close."

"I thought you set this up because you wanted to see."

With no way out, Luk spread his arms, showing his body openly. They were almost touching, and the remaining potion dripped onto Trella's clothes, causing the fabric to melt where it touched.

Trella let out a short, sharp scream and ran out of the room in a panic.

Luk thought for a moment. He might have found a way to deal with this troublemaker.

But the immediate problem was, how was he supposed to go out without any clothes?

(End of Chapter)

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