Farewell

After a long silence.

Rienta let out a long breath, without giving Serie a direct answer.

He then raised the hand that had solidified the [Communication Magic] and said:

"Lady Serie, may I ask you questions about magic from time to time from now on?"

Upon hearing this, Serie smiled and understood what Rienta meant.

"Sure."

After saying that, Serie stretched and looked at Rienta: "Is there a midnight snack tonight?"

Meeting Serie's slightly expectant gaze, Rienta ultimately couldn't bring herself to say "no."

"Have."

Roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

This is also one of Rienta's favorite foods.

However, each place has a different version.

Generally speaking, in most people's minds, roujiamo is made by stewing very tender braised meat, adding green peppers, and stuffing it into a crispy and crumbly flatbread.

But in Rienta's memory, the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) he ate most often was different.

Firstly, the stewing time for braised meat is shorter.

It is soft and mushy, but can maintain its shape to ensure the condition of the slice.

Sliced braised pork is simply mixed with onions, green peppers, scallions, light soy sauce, salt, and other seasonings to make the filling.

Secondly, the dough is different.

On weekdays, the best-selling type is the crispy, crumbly pastry, or perhaps a baiji bun.

None of them were his favorite foods.

It's not that they taste particularly good, it's just that they're different from what he's eaten since he was a child.

Take a lump of dough, knead it briefly to shape it, then flatten it again. Place a little bit of oil paste in the center, make a slit in the dough with a knife, and then stack the dough pieces along the slit.

The dough, now shaped like a cone, is placed upright on the work surface, pressed down firmly, sprinkled with flour, and then flattened out once more.

It doesn't need to be too thin, about 0.3-0.5 cm thick is fine.

Next, you can put them in a pan to fry. Once both sides are golden brown, place them near the stove for a short while to remove excess oil.

Golden brown and crispy flatbread, paired with seasoned braised meat.

If only I could have another sip of mutton soup, or some iced iced tea.

That was pure bliss!

As the saying goes, when making braised meat, it's three parts boiling and seven parts simmering.

Rienta started stewing the two kinds of braised meat for dinner.

I originally planned to soak it overnight and eat it tomorrow.

But since Serie said so, eating it now won't have much of an impact.

About half an hour later.

Both types of flatbread were prepared and placed near the oven to bake.

First, it maintains the temperature and the crispy, caramelized texture.

Second, remove excess grease.

Rienta took out some of each of the two different types of braised meat, then put the pot on the stove and reheated it.

The rich aroma of meat gradually filled the kitchen.

Under the maple tree.

Before anyone knew it, all of them, except for Serie, including Frieren and the others, were sitting at the table.

Frieren's expression turned serious as she said, "Serie, you're really cunning! You actually secretly got Rienta to give you special treatment!"

Although neither Fern nor Stark spoke, they both looked at Serie with strange expressions.

Serie didn't know how to explain it either.

I can't exactly say it's because I don't know how to talk to Frieren about Lernen.

That's why I chose Rienta, and when the atmosphere was right, I casually asked about late-night snacks.

That would be too embarrassing.

Serie gave a soft hum, offering no reply, her gaze fixed on the kitchen.

A short while later.

Rienta walked out of the kitchen, carrying a small bamboo basket in one hand and a cold drink in the other.

Upon seeing the group under the maple tree, he paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Everyone, are you still awake?"

Stark complained, "Rienta, didn't you say we could eat it tomorrow?"

"Why did you secretly enjoy it before me?"

Fern nodded seriously, echoing, "Exactly, exactly."

Frieren didn't say anything, but casually glanced at Rienta before focusing her gaze on the small bamboo basket in Rienta's hand.

Rienta walked all the way to the maple tree before realizing something bad had happened.

Because they didn't know that Frieren and the others weren't asleep.

He only prepared portions for Serie and himself.

The bamboo basket contained four roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) of two different kinds.

Golden-brown flatbread wrapped in oiled paper, with mouthwatering braised pork sandwiched in the middle.

The others present also noticed this.

Clearly, these are two different flavors.

As is customary, Rienta would always prepare two different flavors for each person.

In other words, this first late-night snack was for two people.

Without much hesitation, Rienta handed one of the portions to Frieren first, and then the last one to Serie.

Frieren was very satisfied with Rienta's actions, nodded to Rienta, and began to enjoy the midnight snack in front of her.

Serie didn't say much and quietly ate.

Fern and Stark looked at Rienta with resentful eyes.

The meaning is clear: 'Your way of dividing it is fine, but hurry up and prepare our portion!'

Rienta shrugged and turned to walk back towards the kitchen.

Two months later.

Weise, Glück's residence.

After Rienta and the others explained their purpose, the lord of the Gluck Family stood up and looked at Weise through the window.

"I see. So you're setting off now."

Frieren nodded and said, "Yes, we've rested here long enough."

The lord of the Gluck Family took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"The timing is just right. In a few days, the envoy from the Imperial Capital will arrive, and things will probably get very busy then."

"The misdeeds of the Weise nobles will be exposed to the public, and so will my own."

The evil deeds of the nobles and so on.

Frieren had naturally heard of it as well; it was a city located on the Northern Plateau, and it was also home to so many families who had been exiled there because of their failure in the political struggle.

What might happen is not hard to imagine.

"... You seem quite happy."

The lord of the Gluck Family chuckled and said:

"I asked Dunkel to do this; after all, he's now the Court Mage who can influence the country."

After waiting for so long, I've finally witnessed the day when justice is served.

Nothing makes me happier than this.

Frieren, it's all thanks to you. You fought alongside Dunkel to save Weise.

Thank you very much.

Frieren tilted her head and said, "Really?"

The lord of the Gluck Family turned around and looked at Rienta and the others.

"Speaking of which, Frieren, you've seen Macht's memories, haven't you?"

I have no regrets about Macht's death.

As Demons, it died a glorious death; I think it got the ending it deserved.

If you hadn't removed Weise's Golden Transformation, the story probably wouldn't have ended this way.

Macht will probably die a much more miserable and painful death.

Thank you very much, Frieren.

This is my honest opinion.

"I see." Frieren's lips curled slightly, but she didn't say anything more.

"Let me see you off. Call Dunkel too."

"We've already said goodbye to him; after all, we don't want to inconvenience others when they're visiting the grave."

On a Cliffside where you can see the entire Weise.

A gentle breeze begins to stir.

Looking at the lonely tombstone before him, Dunkel murmured softly:

"... Lecktirei..."

"I was ugly... and struggled to the very end..."

It seems that Macht and Solitär died rather hastily.

I originally intended to write two separate chapters, similar to autobiographical chapters.

It's something like, "My name is Macht, one of the Seven Sages of Destruction of the Demons, known as the strongest of the Seven Sages of Destruction of the [Golden Land], Macht."

This provides a perfect opportunity to highlight the awesomeness of the protagonist and Frieren from the perspectives of these two Demons.

But later, I gave up.

It's not written enough; it lacks the right feel.

If I write too much, it will sound like I'm just padding the page.

So I just gave up.

I'd like to ask for your opinions; should we get it fixed?

Oh, there's one more thing.

Would you prefer two chapters at once, or one in the morning and one in the evening?