A Mouth Tougher Than Her Body

Kraft remarked, "No wonder it could severely injure that Demon Race."

That level of power could severely wound most Monsters. Even powerful warriors might not necessarily be able to withstand it.

At the very least, if he faced such an attack, all he could do was dodge.

Serie stood where she was, an unusual gleam flashing in her eyes.

She strode over to Rhode, rare excitement in her voice, and grabbed his hand. "Teach me!"

There was a hint of insistence in her tone that brooked no refusal, though Rhode had not intended to refuse in the first place.

"Of course. It's just that this spell still isn't perfected. In theory, its power should be able to go even further."

"I know!" Serie's tone was resolute. "Your mana isn't sufficient, so you can only produce this much power. The control process is also rather crude. If it were refined, the blast radius could be increased further."

"You still want to increase its power? Serie, it's already terrifyingly powerful."

Kraft stepped forward, looked at the charred crater in the distance, then turned to Rhode with a helpless smile.

"Good thing this wasn't in the Elf Forest. If you caused such a huge commotion and this much destruction there, Rhode, you'd definitely be arrested."

"Ahem! I can consider throwing it into the sky next time. That way, it won't cause so much damage."

But Serie did not care about any of that. "How did you come up with this spell?"

"Hmm, maybe it was a sudden flash of inspiration? But the basic principle still comes from your elves' Light Magic."

"I see."

Serie immediately understood. The darkness that had suddenly descended before everyone's eyes earlier had not been an illusion—it had been caused by this spell.

For that instant, all light within this space had vanished.

Rhode had gathered that light together and unleashed such terrifying destructive power.

Watching them discuss the matter so intently, Norn quietly said to Erik, "It looks like the magic we're going to learn is more powerful than we imagined."

Norn was actually more interested in the Water Generation Magic Rhode had displayed. Those were spells that could immediately help everyone in the village.

But Erik beside him did not think the same way.

Erik rubbed his hands excitedly. "Now this is interesting! I don't want to learn those little tricks!"

If he was going to learn, he wanted to learn something grand—powerful magic that could protect everyone and kill every enemy.

Their differing views on magic might, in some way, have determined the paths they would take in the future.

For the time being, Rhode's group settled down in this human village.

On one hand, with Serie's consent, Rhode planned to teach magic to the people here. On the other, Serie had overdrawn her mana and needed time to recover.

Taking advantage of the lull, Rhode went over to Serie, who was sitting on a large rock, carrying a small bowl of emerald-green herbal broth. "Drink this. It'll speed up your mana recovery."

Using the herbal knowledge he had learned from Kraft, Rhode had found this mana-restoring herb in the forest.

Drawing on his experience from his previous life, Rhode had also given it a simple, easy-to-understand name.

Magic Recovery Potion.

Serie took the potion. After hesitating for a moment, she still tilted her head back and drank it.

The bitter taste made her frown, but soon, she could feel the mana within her body slowly recovering.

"It tastes awful," she judged disdainfully.

"As long as it works." Rhode took back the empty bowl.

Norn had led him to find this herb. It grew beside the herbs they had given him to treat his injuries back then.

According to Norn, they would occasionally pick some and take them together. Apparently, it could speed up injury recovery.

No wonder Serie had been able to sense traces of mana from them when she first met them. It was likely because they had consumed these herbs.

"How are they doing with their magic studies?"

Serie asked casually, then turned her head and stuck out her tiny tongue while Rhode was not looking, as if trying to dispel the bitterness of the herbs.

But just as she turned around, she saw Rhode holding out a bright red fruit.

"They're doing all right, but for some reason, even though I've demonstrated it many times, they still say they don't understand."

Rhode felt as if he was becoming more and more adept at taking care of Serie.

Just like this time, when he brought her the herbs, he had also picked a wild fruit to ease the bitterness.

"That's perfectly normal." Serie took the fruit and bit into it lightly. "No matter the race, everyone is utterly confused when they first start learning magic."

The cloying sweetness drove away the bitterness, making Serie's little legs sway gently without her realizing it.

"How did you learn magic back then?"

"Hmm, instinctively?"

Rhode could not remember, either.

Back then, he had merely been trying to start a fire when inspiration suddenly struck, and somehow, he ended up creating Fire Magic.

The same went for how he had later acquired Water Generation Magic.

"Everyone's talent is different. They may have magical talent, but clearly, they aren't as gifted as you." Serie paused. In truth, her own magical talent seemed inferior to Rhode's as well. "Still, it shouldn't take them long to get started."

She would never admit that her magical talent was inferior to Rhode's.

"Still, I really didn't expect Kraft to have no objections," Rhode said with a sigh.

After all, Kraft had been present when he taught those two. Yet when Rhode demonstrated magic that was obviously unique to the Elf race, Kraft had acted as though he had seen nothing.

"Don't worry about him."

Serie answered casually.

Rhode's magic had been taught by her, and she had permitted him to teach it to others. Even if Kraft had objections, he would have to take them up with her.

But judging by the situation, he probably did not intend to interfere.

"Do you think it's possible to get Kraft to come adventuring with us?"

Kraft was very strong.

He had extensive combat experience. After all, his age was right there for everyone to see; even Serie counted as a junior before him.

Although Kraft had previously said he did not intend to travel with them, Rhode still wanted to try.

Serie shook her head, rejecting Rhode's idea. "Impossible. Kraft has a specific role among the elves and is usually very busy. There's no way he can accompany you on adventures."

Kraft was far more famous among the elves than she was.

She was famous because of her unorthodox ideas, while Kraft was famous for his seniority and strength.

Naturally, he would be assigned important tasks.

"Then I guess you're one of the elves who isn't busy?" Rhode teased.

Hearing that, Serie's cheeks puffed out slightly. She was clearly a little angry.

Because Rhode was telling the truth.

She was too young and basically did not participate in any of the elves' various duties.

"Nonsense! I have a special role too, okay!"

Rhode laughed speechlessly.

The Little Ancestor before him was soft all over, but her mouth was stubborn beyond compare.