Ronan's voice was low, and the weight of his words lingered in the air. Frieren, affected by the sudden shift in his mood, opened her mouth but hesitated. She looked down for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. Raising her hand as if to say something, she ultimately lowered it, sighing softly.
"Confidence is good," she began, her voice steady but tinged with concern. "But before you start, magic is based on imagination." She looked directly at him, weighing the importance of her advice. "Confidence is crucial. If you lose faith or can't imagine... even the simplest spell won't work, no matter how hard you try."
Ronan remained silent, letting her words sink in. Frieren's gaze softened as she turned toward the door, walking barefoot across the wooden floor with light, graceful steps. The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows on her face, giving her an air of mystery, as though she was more than just an elf from a village, perhaps touched by something ancient.
She paused with her hand on the door handle, glancing back at him. "That's it. Look around. I have things to do. Food's in the first room on the left…" Her voice trailed off to a whisper. "Don't cause too much trouble." With that, she slipped through the door, closing it behind her with a firm bang.
Ronan sat back down, his mind swirling with the significance of her words. Magic based on imagination and confidence, those concepts felt familiar, intertwined. But he couldn't ignore the subtle shift in Frieren's demeanor. She was more than just a teacher of magic; there was something deeper about her, something he couldn't fully grasp.
Shaking his head, he turned his attention to the books scattered on the table. The strange words from earlier echoed in his mind, but curiosity won out. He flipped open one of the books, half-expecting dense, cryptic text that would be beyond his understanding.
To his surprise, the text was clear.
"I can read this," he murmured, examining the cover and the crisp pages. This wasn't some ancient artifact; it looked practical and well-kept. He smiled slightly, realizing that the elves weren't entirely stuck in the past. The text seemed designed for learning, making magic more accessible.
Leaning back in his chair, he nodded to himself in satisfaction. His talent was indeed maxed out, but something else surprised him. As he skimmed the pages, he noticed that every time his eyes flicked over the lines, the knowledge instantly imprinted itself in his mind. It was as if he had an uncanny ability to absorb everything with just a glance, an ability far beyond normal comprehension.
His mind was soaking up magic as effortlessly as a sponge absorbs water. With each page turned, he felt a growing surge of power within him. His mana built steadily, pulsing through his veins. It was a sensation he had only tasted before, but now he truly understood it.
He had lost track of time, completely absorbed in the magic books, theories, and arcane formulas. All that mattered was the steady increase in his power and the sense of control over something that had once felt foreign. His connection to magic deepened, awakening a long-lost part of himself.
But then...
Creak~
The door opened slowly, and Frieren stepped in. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight before her. Ronan sat at the table, surrounded by an aura of raw, untamed energy. Mana flowed off him in visible waves, filling the room with a palpable hum of power.
"Hey!" Frieren exclaimed, surprise etched on her face. "What are you doing?!" Her gaze darted around the room, scanning for anything that might be affected by his energy. "Don't do that in here! Can't you control your mana?" Her tone mixed concern with disbelief.
Ronan looked up, calm as if the surge of mana was nothing unusual. "Control, huh?" he mused. "I'm still getting used to it. It's more natural than I expected."
Frieren's eyes narrowed. "It's not supposed to be that natural." She stepped forward cautiously, wary of the mana pulsing around him. "If you don't learn to control it, you could hurt something. Or worse, someone."
Ronan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her concern. "Worse? I'm not planning on making a mess. It's just a bit of energy."
"You don't understand." Frieren's voice softened, though frustration lingered. "Mana is unpredictable, especially when it's overpowered like this. You need to learn to direct it. If you don't, it could end up controlling you."
Ronan paused, considering her words. His smile faded slightly as he realized he had been so focused on his newfound abilities that he hadn't thought about the consequences of letting his mana run wild.
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