Tsundere Grandmaster

"Is this all you asked for?"

"Um."

You should know who I am, right?

"Serie, the strongest Mage in the world today, and the founder of the Continental Mages Association."

"You know this perfectly well, so you're just going to use one of the conditions I promised you to save a patient like this?"

Serie raised an eyebrow and pointed with her slender finger at the Xiuke on the bed, her tone filled with disdain.

What an incredibly boring brat. I thought he was going to come up with some interesting conditions.

"Do you know how much weight my promise carries? And you actually make me do such a trivial thing? This level of illness could be cured by a Priest alone."

Her answer was exactly what Galan expected; Serie would surely be displeased with doing such a thing.

To avoid upsetting others who might overhear, Galan quickly dispersed the caravan members from inside the tent, even calling Lancelot outside.

Although the other party remained hostile towards Serie after regaining consciousness, he was petrified after Galan explained the other party's identity.

I actually swung my sword at that person just now... that's incredibly disrespectful...

"That's true... but we don't have Priest in our group..." Galan said.

"Hmph." Serie snorted softly upon hearing this.

"The leader of this team is truly foolish for not even considering something like this."

"The leader is lying right next to him." Galan pointed to the bed next to Xiuke, where Frog was lying, sleeping soundly like a pig. Lancelot's earlier kick was incredibly powerful; because it was an instinctive reaction, he hadn't controlled the force and almost killed him.

Although curing the Xiuke was just a piece of cake for her, the thought that her promise had been used for such a trivial matter still made her feel a little annoyed, as if she had been slighted.

A gentle light emanated from her palm, forming a halo. As this halo approached the Xiuke body, the flush on his face visibly faded.

This healing magic is amazing! Galan even felt a sense of familiarity with this spell.

"Is it Goddess Magic? It can be used without Holy Scripture?" His tone couldn't hide his surprise, but then he thought that if it was Serie, it seemed quite reasonable. It's normal for such a powerful being to have some Priest in that area.

Noticing Galan's reaction, Serie couldn't help but laugh and say, "I'm Serie, even without the Goddess Magic, I have other magic that can heal him."

"Also, this isn't exactly Goddess Magic; it's a Healing Magic I created a thousand years ago through research into Holy Scripture for my foolish apprentice. Its effects are far superior to what you know."

This wasn't just empty talk; it was Serie's confidence, and indeed, as she said, the light in her hand gradually faded, and the discomfort on Xiuke's face had almost subsided.

"Amazing... As expected of Serie..." Galan clicked her tongue, exclaiming sincerely.

If he were to handle this matter, it would take an unknown amount of time. Even if he successfully found the Ice Pillar Cherry, it would still take some time to refine the medicine, and he certainly couldn't achieve such an immediate effect.

"Smooth-talking," Serie replied.

Despite saying that, the slight upturn of her lips showed that she was quite pleased with Galan's praise.

Looks like she's the tsundere type...

"By the way, why are you here, Serie?"

He didn't wake up from the Xiuke; he just lay there quietly, like Frog next to him.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Galan felt relieved and looked at Serie beside him.

"I was just passing by. I sensed a strange trace of time interference from far away, which I found intriguing, so I followed that trace all the way here to see what was going on."

And then I met you.

"Serie said calmly."

"You're heading in the direction of [Äußerst], right?"

"Hmm," Galan replied. It was easy to deduce; after all, the first major city that a caravan would target when traversing this region was [Äußerst].

It's not surprising that Serie guessed it.

"I have other things to take care of, so I'll wait for you there. I'll come find you when you arrive in [Äußerst]."

"Aren't you coming with us?" Galan, somewhat surprised.

I thought that if the other party wanted to study me, they would definitely travel with the caravan, which would be a safeguard for the rest of the journey.

After all, with such a powerful figure by her side, no matter what kind of demons Demons they are, even if the Demon King himself came today, he would have to give way to Serie.

"You're too slow. If I go myself, it'll only take me a day or two to get back." Serie gave him a warning look. "And don't even think about running away." Suddenly, she pressed her finger to Galan's brow, startling him. A mysterious rune flowed from her fingertip onto it, as if etched there.

[Spell to Track the Branded]: From now on, no matter where you run, I will be able to find you, so you'd better not have any ulterior motives.

"No... to be honest, what wicked thoughts could I possibly have... I really want to go back, okay?" Galan said helplessly. "Hmph, you'd better be..." Serie was somewhat satisfied with this answer, and thinking that there was nothing else to do, she turned around and walked towards the tent exit. But as she lifted the tent flap, Serie suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Galan.

"There's one more thing. You'd better not have any contact with anyone related to the future. You're not stupid; you should know what I mean."

Her expression was slightly serious, as if she was worried that Galan's impulsive actions might lead to irreversible consequences.

"In the worst-case scenario, you might disappear forever, not just back to the future, but completely vanish from this world. I doubt even I can save you then."

She emphasized the word "disappear" as she spoke, clearly warning Galan that the consequences of overstepping the rules might be unbearable for him.

"I know, but thanks anyway. I didn't expect you to care about me so much." Galan smiled, genuinely surprised by Serie's sudden concern. She had thought Celia would be the colder, more ruthless type, but it seemed she was definitely a tsundere.

"Just a human, don't overestimate yourself. You even dared to say I care about you..." Serie said, lifting the tent flap and walking out. A while later, her presence completely disappeared from Galan's perception range. She walked really fast, and that tone of hers...

She really is a tsundere...