@White_Scaled Frieren remained crouched, her gaze soft and steady as she looked into the kobold's mismatched eyes.
—〝You can trust me. There aren't any bad people around here right now.〞
She reached into her pouch and pulling out a small piece of dried meat and held it out on her palm.
Frieren's bored, sleepy expression perked up slightly, her eyes narrowing as she locked onto one specific detail.
—〝Chests...?〞
She murmured, taking a slow step forward.
〝Are there grimoires inside them?! Even a ninety-nine percent chance it's a mimic doesn't mean—
—>
“Did you forget already. We had to the do a quest. Mainly is exploring an abandoned cave where some rare supplies are in there included some chests.
I was told you needed help due to your past experience in the caves.”
Rem doesn’t know it was because of mimic chests yet.
//𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙-𝘽𝙮-𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖//
I should mention that my Himmel is a portrayal based shortly after the demon king’s defeat (Like a year maximum!)
Oh and sorry for the entire novels 😭
〝It seems we're both a long way from home.〞
Frieren said, her soft voice carrying easily across the clearing.
〝Though, if you're looking to measure the potency of this world's magic, you might find it fairly ordinary.〞
Frieren didn't flinch as the invisible scouts rippled past the portcullis, though her eyes tracked the subtle displacement of grass stems near their feet. Mana detection was simple enough—stealth on the visible spectrum meant little when an entity still displaced the natural—
—>
is confirmed. How potent it may be requires further experimentation."
*The singular figure is clearly elven, but not that of this world. A different kind of elf, mayhaps?*
—〝A Nightborne... or a Highborne, perhaps?〞
Frieren murmured under her breath, analyzing the foreign magical signatures binding the woman's rune blade.
—>
@White_Scaled Frieren crouched down slightly, watching the creature scramble backward with a completely impassive look on her face.
—〝I didn't mean to startle you.〞
She said calmly, as she tilted her head.
〝Are you looking for food? Or are you hiding from something?〞
—〝You really take far too good of a care of me.〞
She murmured softly, her fingers reaching for the tea cup, tracing the edge of it.
〝If you keep this up, I might just forget how to get out of bed on my own entirely.
So, what is our objective today?〞
Her eyes fluttered open as the warm liquid hit her tongue, the soothing heat finally doing the trick to stir her awake. She swallowed softly before her sleepy eyes drifted to the plate of fresh bread, generously spread with butter just the way she liked it.
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Bowl and cup in hand, he entered the room once more to find her hardly awake.
Placing the plate in front of her, he reaches out a hand to gently push her chin up a little and brings the cup to her mouth, pouring a sip into her mouth, it was hot but not scolding.
A quiet, comfortable silence settled between them, the kind that always seemed to follow Himmel wherever he went. She took a small bite, looking up at him through her loose silver bangs with that same faint, peaceful expression.
—>
She wriggled out of the maid's grip, staggering backward on wobbly legs while rubbing her eyes.
—〝Fine, fine... I'm doing it.〞
She grumbled, gathering her clothes and shuffling off behind the partition screen with a deep sigh.
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“This elf…..nothing like Emilia.”
Rem see this elf on the floor
“Alright I guess I gotta help you get dress like I do with my sister. Come on!”
Rem picks her up and grab her clothes so she can change
As the chiming hum of the stabilized gateway echoed across the glade, Frieren paused mid-step, her staff held lightly in one hand while her oversized luggage rested against her hip. She tilted her head, long white twintails shifting slightly as her calm, impassive gaze—
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Suppressing her mana instinctively to a mere fraction of its actual density, she observed the flow of the unfamiliar runes binding the living wood and stone together.
—>
A faint, exhausted sigh drifted out from under the blankets as she settled back down, and within seconds, her breathing evened out into a deep, peaceful rhythm—completely asleep once again.
"Mmm... I'll rest once things aren't on fire. Metaphorically speaking. Mostly."
There's a good chance Makkiato is burning something in the kitchen right now after all.