Late at night.
A series of strange search entries filled the computer's search bar:
[Good student turns into the ultimate scumbag, with multiple girlfriends at once – should I stop him?]
[As a teacher, having overly intimate contact with a student – a self-control issue?]
[Is thinking my own student is handsome just a delusion?]
…
Sitting before the computer, Mafuyu Kirisu stared at these lines of text. Her eyes were reading, but her mind was in chaos. She couldn't absorb a single word!
"Ugh…"
A long sigh, filled with regret and indecision.
After facing her questions earlier, Rei Ao and Yukino and the others had answered every single point so clearly, echoing in her mind. She knew all of that was out of line with public morality, that it shouldn't be allowed to go on.
But Mafuyu Kirisu couldn't find any rebuttal. Especially upon seeing the past searches in her own browsing history, she felt deeply ashamed.
She couldn't even manage herself – how could she possibly manage others?
Never forget that her right hand had once…helped Rei Ao. And she'd even allowed…her own cheek to receive…
Just recalling that moment made her so embarrassed that she couldn't face herself.
"Probably from that moment on, I no longer had the standing to intervene as a teacher…"
Her dignity before Rei Ao had already been shattered to pieces.
"Ugh…"
She sighed again. In the end, Mafuyu Kirisu cast a final glance at the computer, cleared her browsing history, and shut it down.
"No more!"
She made a decision: she would no longer meddle in Rei Ao's love affairs or those of the others.
"I'll just turn a blind eye – pretend I didn't see anything. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Though it went against her code of conduct, it was the best idea she had to avoid awkwardness for both sides.
…
After washing up, Mafuyu Kirisu climbed into bed, planning to scroll on her phone a bit before sleeping, to relax. But she unexpectedly came across her chat logs with Rei Ao. Then she remembered she and Rei Ao were still technically in a "fake online relationship"!
"…"
As that thought hit her, Mafuyu's expression once more showed tangled hesitation.
…
In Frieren's world…
After a long journey, Frieren arrived at the elven settlement, where she met that person she mutually despised—a blonde elf in plain attire, sporting a lazy, indifferent expression much like her own: Serie.
"Is your 'hunt the demons' game finally over?"
"What's next—are you planning to hone your magic even further, or do you want me to teach you something?"
Reclining on a high seat, Serie propped her chin on one hand, mocking Frieren the moment they met by calling her demon-hunting actions nothing but a game.
But she did have the clout to say that. Serie was stronger than Frieren had once been: the founder of the continent's Magic Association at the pinnacle of humanity's mages, someone who was already a distant legend from the mythic era, whose terror the demon race had long since forgotten—a lost-magic user.
She was also Flamme's teacher, making her Frieren's grand-teacher.
If Frieren, before joining the chat group, was a powerful mage, then Serie was a living grimoire that collected nearly all magic in human history—on this continent, she was the magic-user closest to an all-knowing, all-powerful "goddess."
Even with her external magic suppressed, she still rivaled what Frieren had once displayed at full power. Because her magic was perpetually under self-restraint, it kept flickering.
And that wasn't all. Over half a century ago, Serie had suddenly appeared in recorded history, founding the Continent's Magic Association, and had spent her time ever since continuously refining magic in a protracted era of battles against the Demon King's army.
Thus, she'd promised to grant special privileges to anyone who reached first-rank mage status—she would teach them one piece of magic they most desired. For a mage, it was like granting a wish. Because of that, every first-rank mage thus far was practically inhumanly monstrous.
But Frieren was exceptionally calm now. She was no longer attracted to such things, nor did Serie's teasing provoke her.
Lifting her head, she said:
"Yes."
"The game is over."
"The Demon King is dead."
"And the demon race has been utterly wiped out from this world."
Her words sounded like sheer fantasy, yet they came from Frieren's mouth.
"Huh?"
Serie's languid, tranquil gaze for the first time showed intense upheaval.
"…"
She briefly considered whether Frieren was joking, but dispelled the thought at once. In those eyes, she saw no hint of humor.
Her gaze shifted to the unfamiliar pink-haired woman at Frieren's side. At a glance, she noticed something off.
"An illusion disguise spell—and…a demon?"
She wasn't angry at seeing a demon. She'd never been driven to rage by the Demon King, let alone a single demon. Serie narrowed her eyes.
"Frieren, you loathe demons, yet you're traveling with one, apparently a member of the Demon King's Seven Sages of Destruction? Quite unexpected."
"But I'm even more curious about the contradiction: you said the demons are extinct, but here stands a demon."
"How do you explain that?"
"There's nothing special about it." Frieren shook her head.
"Aura is the last demon in the world. But she's no longer affiliated with the demon race; she belongs to someone else."
"Oh?"
Serie's expression grew intrigued again.
Spreading her hands, she said,
"All right, I'll believe that the Demon King is dead and the demon race is wiped out. Then can you tell me who killed the Demon King and destroyed the demon race?"
"Wait…let me guess. Was it a hero? Or did the goddess descend?"
"Neither."
Frieren shook her head at both guesses.
Serie fixed her stare on Frieren, her expression turning grave. Then she noticed something:
"Your magic power has grown again—you're stronger than before."
She knew that Frieren, like herself, always kept her magic forcibly suppressed. At her fullest release, Frieren had been on par with Serie's suppressed amount.
But now, she could feel that Frieren's magic aura had surpassed her former limit, meaning Frieren had grown stronger still. Serie, however, doubted that alone would be enough to annihilate the entire demon race.
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