The Name of Frieren

Seeing Stark seize the chance to free Count Grausam from his restraints, Fern looked at Linnie with vigilance.

"In the magic system of demons, this kind of magic is called Zoltraak."

"Impossible!"

"We demons already overcame Zoltraak half a century ago."

Lügner's gaze locked dead onto Fern: "Who is your teacher?!"

Fern's gaze swept past Linnie, looking at Lügner who was slowly recovering.

"Trying to buy time? I need to land the finishing blow on you quickly..."

"You won't!" Seeing this, Linnie also gathered her mana and stood on guard.

Stark hoisted Count Grausam over his shoulder, came to the window shattered by Fern's ordinary attack magic, and said:

"Fern, the Earl's injuries are very severe, let's retreat first."

"Understood." Fern aimed her staff at Linnie and retreated slowly, and once Stark left, Fern also leaped through the air and left the room.

Thanks to Lügner practicing Blood Manipulation Magic, his body was recovering slowly.

"Wait until I recover my injuries before pursuing them, you deal with that warrior."

"The warrior has my blood on him, he can't run."

Linnie had not sensed a massive amount of mana from Fern, and said somewhat uncomprehendingly:

"There's no need for Lord Lügner to make a move, I will take care of that mage as well..."

"If the one hit just now had been you, you would likely be dead already." Lügner interrupted Linnie flatly.

Looking at his exceptionally slow-recovering body, he said softly:

"This is modified Man-Killing Magic, magic specialized in killing demons."

A human mage whom even Linnie failed to detect, coupled with this magic specialized in dealing with demons, such a direct lineage of techniques.

Lügner understood what kind of person—or rather, elf—Fern's teacher was.

The one who made enormous contributions to the research and analysis of human "Man-Killing Magic", the mage who personally sent the most demons to their graves in history.

Frieren the Slayer!

Lügner's eyes lowered, and in his mind Fern's figure gradually overlapped with Frieren's.

"That's why I hate geniuses..."

After Fern and Stark left the Earl's Manor with the Earl, they came to the church to seek help.

The priest led them to the parlor and treated Count Grausam and Stark.

Once the priest left, Count Grausam said to the two of them: "Thanks to you, I was able to be saved, I am truly beyond grateful."

With that, he added: "I will also pardon those two mages traveling with you."

"Her judgment was right, demons are just a group of beasts."

Stark looked at Fern happily: "With this, Frieren and Rienta can return to the city in peace."

"Let Frieren come defeat Lügner and the others!"

"Um," Fern cast a sideways glance at Stark, and said to Count Grausam with a somewhat worried expression:

"Lord Frieren and the others didn't kill that guard either."

"I know, demons did it."

Grausam had actually known about this matter for a while, but right then he cared more about the name the two of them had just spoken.

"Instead of that, was the elf mage you just mentioned named Frieren?"

"Yes."

Fern was caught off guard, but still replied subconsciously.

"To think she is the elf mage from the hero's party, please forgive our previous rudeness."

Seeing the two looking confused, Count Grausam took the initiative to explain:

"The hero's party did our Granat Family a great favor, helping us repel the demon army that came to attack back when my grandfather was in power."

"As it happens, the opponent at that time was also one of the Seven Sages of Destruction currently outside the city, Aura the Guillotine."

Fern finally reacted, and could not help feeling a bit annoyed at what she and Stark had been thinking about earlier.

Yet Count Grausam's words made her recall what Frieren and Rienta had said earlier about going outside the city.

With a somewhat complex expression, Fern said: "Lord Frieren and the others should have already gone to deal with Aura the Guillotine."

Stark: "Eh?!"

Hearing this, Grausam also sighed: "The reason we've never been able to defeat Aura is because her magic is called the Scales of Obedience."

"It places the souls of herself and her opponent on a scale and weighs the mana of both sides; the side with the smaller amount of mana turns into a puppet and obeys the other forever, until the winner dies."

"And as one of the Seven Sages of Destruction, Aura's mana pool is extremely massive, so for Aura, failure does not exist in this magic."

Although Fern knew that Frieren was always suppressing her mana fluctuations, she did not know just how much mana Frieren actually had.

Silently for a moment, she asked: "Are there no other ways to counter it?"

Grausam's tone turned deep: "Actually, there are."

"People with strong willpower can resist this magic to a certain extent."

"The more a warrior is tempered through a thousand trials, the more they possess an iron-strong willpower."

"Even so, it's only resisting to a certain extent..." Stark, being a warrior, felt a bit emotional.

Grausam gently gripped the crest hanging around his neck and continued:

"But to Aura, this is a fatal flaw, which is why Aura the Guillotine carried out some very reasonable processing on her puppets."

"Truly inhuman."

While Fern and Stark infiltrated the Earl's Manor, Frieren and Rienta also found one of the Seven Sages of Destruction, Aura the Guillotine, and her puppet legion.

Magic history only briefly recorded that the hero's party repelled Aura, and did not record the method used to repel her.

On the way there, Frieren briefly introduced information about Aura to Rienta.

Because the vast majority of Aura's puppet legions came from human warriors, they had few anti-air methods.

Therefore, the two maintained Flight Magic the entire time, and Rienta originally wanted to clear out the mob troops first.

However, Frieren stopped Rienta's action of destroying the puppets, and instead cast a magic that severed the connection between the puppets and Aura.

A streak of golden light swept across beneath their two pairs of feet, and the headless puppets swept by the light all collapsed to the ground.

At that moment, a dainty voice arrived.

"How surprising, my magic was dispelled."

Aura arrived before the two of them, surrounded by an army of headless puppets.

"Long time no see, Aura."

Frieren dropped down from the air, and seeing this, Rienta followed right behind.

Looking at the elf who had defeated her before, Aura said nonchalantly: "It's been eighty years since we last met, hasn't it, Frieren?"

After summoning the Scales of Obedience, she then asked out of curiosity:

"Such powerful dispelling magic must take quite a toll on you, right? Why didn't you just smash them to pieces like before?"

Frieren's gaze swept over the fallen headless puppets, and she said softly:

"Because Himmel told me not to do it when I did that before."

"Doesn't that make it even more unnecessary to do now?" Aura was somewhat puzzled.

"Why?" Frieren looked quietly at Aura.

Aura said with a matter-of-fact expression: "Isn't Himmel already dead?"

Rienta: "666."

For some reason, Rienta always felt that the Frieren beside her had very heavy killing intent.

"I see, well that's great then."

"As expected, demons are all monsters that can be killed without mercy."