The Broken Wand

At the edge of a cliff.

Stark was sitting cross-legged, meditating.

An elderly man beside him nodded in satisfaction.

He said, "That's right, exactly."

"The path of martial arts is endless; you have taken another step closer to its pinnacle."

"I have nothing more to teach you."

After saying this, the old man left, leaning on his cane.

Stark said helplessly, "You say that every day, don't you?"

Suddenly, he noticed Fern approaching angrily.

This really startled him.

But Fern simply crouched down next to Stark.

She said softly, "I had a fight with Frieren."

Stark breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't his fault.

He said, "They've been arguing again... It seems like this happens quite often lately."

Then, cautiously, she asked, "Why doesn't Fern go find Rienta?"

"Hmph~" Fern snorted softly and said:

"Rienta went to collect debts from those examinees early this morning, and now we have no idea where he is."

Stark was taken aback, recalling that Rienta seemed to have mentioned this matter earlier that morning.

However, Rienta left in such a hurry that he didn't have time to ask her any further questions.

He said, "It seems there is such a thing..."

"But the next round of exams is the final one, right? Now is not the time to argue."

Fern sighed and said, "Frieren has gone too far this time."

"My wand broke during the battle at the Fallen Royal Tombs, so today I told Lady Frieren I wanted to find a place to get it repaired."

"But Lady Frieren said it would be better to throw away the old wand and buy a new one..."

Stark then remembered that Fern and the others had indeed returned to the inn with a bunch of wand fragments yesterday.

He said:

"It's that wand from yesterday. It's so badly damaged, it's probably hard to repair now."

Even so, it's a magic wand given to me by Lord Heiter. It's been with me since I was little.

"That's Frieren, she definitely doesn't mean any harm..."

"At least, I never had the thought of throwing it away."

Rienta left Richter's magic shop satisfied.

I walked towards the hotel.

Dunkel and his two companions happened to be there, and he received a grimoire containing the magic they were best at.

Dunkel's spells are 'Tornado Magic' and 'Wind and Fire Magic'.

Richter's magic is 'Earth-controlling magic'.

Laufen's is 'High Speed Magic'.

Furthermore, they obtained a crucial piece of intelligence.

Serie is the founder of the Continental Magicians Association and the pinnacle of human magicians.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a magic book that records almost all the magic in human history.

She is also the magician in this world who is closest to the omniscient and omnipotent Goddess.

Upon becoming First-Class Mage, one gains a privilege granted by Serie.

This privilege allows you to request the magic you desire most from Serie.

Rienta was very tempted.

A living grimoire that knows all of human magic...

Just as I returned to the hotel, I ran into Frieren was carrying a package and preparing to leave.

"Lady Frieren, what's going on?"

I made Fern angry.

Frieren, with a pained expression, explained the situation to Rienta.

Rienta then realized what was happening.

Fern's wand was a gift from Heiter, and she also has a Wooden Sword.

Although I haven't used it for a long time, I've kept it in my Personal Space.

Fern usually took great care of that wand.

This time, it was smashed into a pile of fragments by the clone 'Frieren', and then Frieren said she would throw it away and buy a new one.

That's why Fern was angry.

"Rienta, help me."

Rienta for a moment, recalling the information she had just received while chatting with Richter.

Richter is skilled in quite a few types of magic.

Therefore, Rienta was given many options, one of which was a healing magic.

"Don't worry, Lady Frieren."

"I know a place that can fix this wand."

Magic shop.

Richter sent Dunkel and Laufen away without buying anything.

I sat down in the chair, feeling helpless.

There were many customers today, but he didn't sell a single item.

It even involved a magic spell.

Just then...

Rienta brought Frieren back to the magic shop.

"Long time no see, Richter."

"... You've only been gone for less than half an hour, haven't Rienta?"

Richter looked at Rienta with a hint of helplessness and continued:

"Haven't you already received your payment? What are you doing here?"

Rienta smiled and said, "I heard you're the best wand repairer in this city, that's why I came to ask for your help."

"Ahem." Richter sat up straight instantly and said:

"You have a good eye. Let me see the wand you want to repair."

Frieren stepped forward and placed the package on the table in front of Richter.

Richter opened the package, picked up a section, and examined it.

Then, looking at the remaining crumbs inside the package, he said incredulously:

"You're not going to tell me this pile of odds and ends is a magic wand, are you?"

Is there any need to repair this kind of garbage?

Upon hearing this, Frieren immediately retorted, "I'm not trash!"

Then, somewhat hesitantly, he added:

"... I guess so..."

Richter was quite helpless; he had originally thought it was a business opportunity coming his way.

I never expected this business deal to be so complicated.

"I also have the right to choose my job; you should all give up this staff."

Frieren was silent for a moment, then picked up her package again and prepared to leave.

Rienta grabbed Frieren and made a 'one' gesture towards Richter.

Richter was taken aback, but then he realized what was happening.

He shook his head seriously and gave Rienta a 'ten' sign in return.

Rienta was taken aback upon seeing this, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Then, this staff is yours."

He then said to Frieren, "Lady Frieren, please give the staff to Richter."

Frieren also saw the two gesturing, though she didn't understand what they meant.

However, the package was still handed back to Richter.

Richter took the package, cleared his throat, and said, "I will do my best to repair this wand."

"I understand, I understand, you need to eat too."

After agreeing on the price, Rienta stopped arguing and pointed to the bookshelf next to her, saying:

"Can we take a look at these magic books?"

"Sure."

After saying that, Richter took the wand out of the package and placed it on the workbench.

I began my repair work.

Rienta and Frieren were browsing the bookshelves, selecting the magic books they wanted to read.

After a while, Frieren looked at Richter and asked:

"Can it be fixed today? I still need to make it for the third round of exams."

"I tried my best."

As the restoration work progressed, Richter also noticed the signs of the wand having been well-maintained.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Frieren."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called this wand trash. It's a well-maintained wand, and its owner must have valued it highly."