Chapter 6 - FRIH: Chapter 6
"Yes. I asked for a room; he said there weren't any." Ronan flipped through a magic book, glancing at the unfamiliar symbols and diagrams. He looked up at Frieren. "The elder mentioned you're skilled in magic and have all the village's books. If I want to learn magic, I should start with you."
Frieren raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on her face. "But you're a warrior? Warriors learn magic?" She tilted her head, clearly confused. She remembered him saying he couldn't use magic. His speed and strength were impressive, he seemed more suited for battle than spellcasting.
Ronan smiled, amusement in his eyes as he leaned against the wall. "Speaking of magic... have you tested your magical aptitude? I can't guarantee you'll learn if you're just curious."
His grin widened as he tapped into his vast energy reserves, maxing out his magical talent. Frieren's eyes widened, a look of surprise crossing her face. She felt it, an aura, subtle but unmistakable. Ronan's presence shifted, becoming deeper and more grounded, like an elven scholar who had studied the arcane. A faint magical glow flickered around him, reminiscent of a distant star.
For a moment, Frieren wondered if it was her imagination or if he had truly activated something within himself.
"What's wrong?" Ronan noticed her dazed expression and spoke casually. "Don't believe me? I wouldn't either, a human warrior learning magic. But anything is possible." He shrugged lightly, suggesting that the limits of possibility were flexible, especially for someone like him.
His cool demeanor reminded Frieren of his earlier indifference to the title of 'Hero.' It struck her as unusual, something different from the heroes she had heard about. Maybe there was more to Ronan than met the eye.
Taking a deep breath to shake off her astonishment, Frieren said, "No, I believe you. You can wield the Hero's Sword. Nothing is impossible for the Hero." She softened her tone. "Come in." She stepped aside to let him enter. "I'm not very skilled; I only know some offensive spells passed down from our ancestors to fight the demons."
Ronan nodded, grateful for the invitation. He stepped into the room, scanning the cozy interior. An oil lamp cast warm light, creating flickering shadows on the walls. The wooden furniture was simple but comforting, filled with memories of generations past.
As he stood in the living room, he noticed strange plants on the shelves, their leaves glowing faintly in the dim light, emitting a pleasant fragrance. It felt like the air itself held a subtle magic, charged with an otherworldly energy.
After a moment, Frieren disappeared into another room, leaving Ronan to explore. He sensed the village's deep connection to nature; the plants were likely magical, tied to the environment and the earth's energy.
Frieren returned, carrying a stack of heavy books nearly as tall as she was. She placed them on a nearby table with a soft thud. "These are the theoretical foundations of magic," she said, slightly out of breath. "Master these, and you can learn magic. It took me ten years."
Ronan blinked, surprised. "Ten years?" That was much longer than he expected. He now understood why the elder had been so eager for him to stay, this wasn't just a gesture of gratitude. The elder wanted him to work. No ordinary hero would study magic; they would be off fighting the Demon Lord and building their reputation.
But studying theoretical magic? That sounded tedious.
Ronan glanced at the stack of books and considered the weight of the task before him. Ten years of study? No way.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Ten years? Unnecessary," he said, a confident smirk forming. "Give me a pen; I'll create a miracle tonight."
Frieren looked at him, curiosity in her narrowed eyes. "A miracle? What do you mean?"
Ronan raised an eyebrow, his smile knowing. "You'll see. Just wait and see."
He wasn't going to follow the slow path that had taken Frieren a decade. He wasn't bound by normal rules or expectations. With infinite stamina, unlimited wealth, and a talent for magic, why waste time on conventional methods?
He took a deep breath, his aura shifting again. As the evening air carried the soft scent of the plants, Ronan felt a quiet confidence settle within him. In this world, he didn't need to follow anyone's expectations. He could rewrite the rules if he chose.
And right now, he was choosing to make a miracle.
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